The Mad Prophetess [Marmora]

[Corvetta Salvo]

Lost Cause gets around. One of the few unaffiliated worlds this side of the Outer Rim was Praesitlyn, a rather unenchanting wilderness planet. A few forests were sprouted here or there, but it was mostly grasslands or desert. But at least they got immaculate Holonet reception. That was what counted, after all.

The cities here were not composed of the spectacular towers one might see on worlds like Chandrila, and certainly not like anything that could be viewed on Coruscant. However, there was the kilometer-tall communications tower at the hub city that relayed to thousands of broadcasters throughout this part of the galaxy, making Praesitlyn a lot more important than just a settlement world.

It was also a great rest stop for the likes of spacers and a quiet place for political dissidents to colonize--and then transmit their rantings from the media centers. Yes, Praesitlyn had an economy: the market of information.

Out for a stroll with her shipmate and overall best bud, [member="Kohai Drenn"], Corvetta Salvo swatted at the annoying little flies that seemed to swarm around her and her nerf steak-and-egg sandwich. "Ugh. We could make a fortune just by trucking in pesticides, I bet," she grumbled, sneaking a bite of her lunch before the bugs did.

There seemed to be a gathering going on outside one of the local shops on the unpaved street. Corvetta had heard that sometimes people arranged impromptu bonfires out in the dusty streets here. Whether that was true or not had yet to be determined by her, but she figured this could be one of them. "Whatcha think, Koko? Should we stop and check this out?"

[member=Marmora]

 

[Marmora]

Praesitlyn, a dusty world of information and few other needs than that. It's style seemed to fit its placement in the Outer Rim, with workers in their own styles of clothing that appeared to denote farmers and laborers, with few beyond that which would denote one of a higher standing in credits. The woman whom had the crowd gathered around her had decided to put on her own little show, as a small spark and flash tore into the air as she smirked. Her fingers clicked together for a moment before she looked among the crowd that had gathered. Her attire in itself was more than enough to denote that she was merely a traveler or visitor from such a place that was either unique in its styles or had a rather macabre sense when it came to things in life.

For the woman though she was to her own surprise even amazed that the whispers had brought her to such a place. Many of these people seemed to feeble or slow witted to understand that which she had to say. Of course that never stopped the whispers that urged her one at the behest of a being greater than anything known in the Galaxy. Taking a moment she composed herself, motioning with her hand which seemed to be more than enough to push the insects away and into the faces and paths of those around her.

"There are many whom believe in that which others would deem as impossible. Calling it witchcraft and shunning that which it can make happen. I am here to tell you of a being that slumbers. The Great Old One waits for those that will prepare the galaxy for its arrival."

It was clear that the moment she began to speak of such a being, of a galaxy reigning deity, that members of the crowd already began to sheer away. Those that did remained were either fully interested in what this Dark Lady had to say, or where just bored enough to not want to return to work just yet. Of course she could care less to the motives of those around her. In that moment it was the Whispers that began to take over, to guide her speech as she felt the will of the deity that she served.

"We must prepare the galaxy. Those that would call themselves rulers and masters of you must be removed."

[member="Corvetta Salvo"]
[member="Kohai Drenn"]

 

[Corvetta Salvo]

Corvetta pushed ahead to see what all the commotion was about without waiting for a reply from Kohai. Her curiosity had been piqued. She wanted to see a bonfire.

The gathering turned out to have nothing to do with fire building, but that did not mean that the pilot was disappointed in the least. A very oddly dressed woman stood at the center of the crowd, very much in motion and making a plethora of sweeping gestures. She seemed to be preaching. These kinds of people were always amusing, and Corvetta bit at her tongue and smiled. They were in for treat.

The spacer rather agreed with the zany speaker's declarations about the galaxy's leaders being overrated and such, though Corvetta's opinions could hardly be counted as substantial. She had never lived under any government before, likely for the best. They always were at war and every one of them got sacked in time. As a few more listeners began to leave, the pilot girl ventured to speak up. "Never heard of the 'Great Old One' before. That like your grandpa?"

[member="Marmora"], [member="Kohai Drenn"]