The Padawan & The Acolyte

[Stephanie Swail]

The North Ridge
Vaal, Vaal System

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To the right of where Stephanie Swail stood, an old Imperial outpost decayed from years of erosion and neglect. A radar dish was broken and green grass grew through the cracks. To her left, a large city built atop a cliff-face with a long bridge crossing a rocky chasm, briding one side of the ridge to the other.

The city was unknown to Stephanie, but this wasn't a Silver Jedi world. It was on the doorstep of both Jedi and Sith influence, and yet she had only been here a couple of times. The city was a place of industry, so she understood. At least, that what they had been told. A large tower rose into the clouds and small craft took off from inside the city walls into the atmosphere.

The grasslands where the young Jedi Padawan stood blew gently around her body; her cream Hapan gown blowing with the breeze. Flicks of brown braided hair danced under her shawl, and her hands grazed the long grass as she walked the long walk towards the city and the bridge.

She wasn't here to win over the people or take a claim to Vaal for the Jedi; no, she was here just to do what she did best. Be inquisitive, learn what went on and see how the local people lived.

Up above, a moon could be seen.

She shivered a little, knowing agents and Lords of the Sith Empire could probably see that same moon and were looking on as well. She was so close to their borders, and all alone.

Her brown belt was fixed tight, looking a little out of place on her elegant dress with the black lightsaber hilt fixed to her side, one she had been given by her Master [member="Valae Kitra"] but with instruction for her one day soon to build her own to further her training.

One day she would. Maybe here? Maybe today?

[member="Katarina Vox"]

 

[Katarina Vox]

Vaal. A fringe world of the Empire... her empire. She had been sent here under instructions to learn more about herself, and without credits she was expected to act how she saw fit to see her way back to the Sith. Katarina saw this less as an opportunity to learn more about herself, and instead focus more upon her mastery of Makashi. A week of nothing but dedicating herself to this sole pursuit. Perhaps that could class as bettering, and therefore learning more about herself.

And so she stood in the crook of a valley, the long grass coming up to her knees. In one hand was the lightly curved hilt of her lightsaber, which burned with a green intensity more befitting of a Jedi than a Sith. Even the synthleather coat that draped down her body was of Republic design, and bore their emblems on its shoulders. For all intents and purposes from a distance Katarina appeared to be every inch the Jedi. A cunning ruse that allowed her to move more freely through the populace and with distinctly less suspicion.

A slight shiver ran down her spine, and she found herself gazing up at the moon for a moment.
The feeling that something approached began to creep into the back of her mind.​

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[member="Stephanie Swail"]​