The Witch & The Wizard

[Connor Harrison]

Site of the former Star Temple
Dathomir, Quelii Sector​

If the Sanctum knew he were here, they wouldn’t probably care. The powers that be were too occupied in expanding their territory and leading the attack to the enemy, but at the expense of what? For Connor Harrison, it was leaving their back door open for attack as it had been proven time and time before.

Dromund Kaas. Toola. Galidraan. Midvinter. All planets that had seen some sort of invasion either from a Sith, a virus or other nefarious foe.

So while the Sanctum chiefs pushed forward, Connor continued to investigate backwards.

This time, it was a covert visit to Dathomir on the edge of Mandalorian space but a comfortable distance from Sanctum borders. More specifically, the mysterious people themselves and the Star Temple. Connor wasn’t out for anything, but he just wanted to see for himself what sort of history this planet had, for it was one that had housed a power ready to destroy entire planets and systems.

That was enough to simply sniff out what that dormant threat now was – actually dormant, or buried under rock and ready to be discovered again by a force not fit to wield it.

Connor was a good way from the former site of the Star Temple and it seemed a mega-city of some sort was thriving. There was, however, some pyramid in the middle of it all which was the same as the Star Temple design. A shrine? A place of business? A worshipping ground? It was a magnificent site from where he stood on the high plateau before his ship.

Navy tunic and crimson cowl signified his Silver Jedi attire, and his arms were folded and his fingers stroked his small beard as he looked out at the city and the pyramid.

All he wanted to do was make sure this world where so many powerful people and weapons had come from was not an immediate threat, but if they were, he’d need to find a way to halt said threat.

[member="Queen Sovereign"]

 

[Voices of The Deep]

The direction of the Ice Queens wariness, transfigured and transformed by years of experience in the field, shifted, even propelled as though under a mighty tidal force foreign to her own, rapidly between the visual, auditory, and olfactory of her senses. Though for her this process rendered itself involuntary, subconscious, in dame knew all too well that most often, her soldiers overlooked this switch and instead formed an unhealthy reliance on eyesight alone.

In a similar fashion, she recognize a faint aura of displeasure emanating from certain members of the group during short breaks in their militant procession. So they wanted more, sought challenge, worried that she coddled her babes in swaddling clothes when instead, her whip should crack? How foolish of them, to take these pauses for granted, to toss away an opportunity for smelling instead of hearing, hearing instead of seeing, for close observation of their surroundings and a breath to ease the hot tightness in their muscles. She should not drive her flock into weakness; broken bodies did not always heal, and without function, could not develop. Seeds could grow, but only when implanted into their nourishing, worm-ridden wombs of soil. If crushed by the beak of a bird before finding proper housing, if worn by travel instead of the necessary exhaustion of training, full potential could not be reached.

The challenge would arrive soon enough. For now, the discontent would have to practice patience. Its teachings would make them discreet and clear the mind, lessen unnecessary tension so that energy would be used in a far more practical way. There was much to learn in surrendering yourself over to time.

As was true with silence, a tool Winter commanded, demanded, and employed. Her presence alone spoke its language. 'Form up, we're hunting on Dathomir', and then... nothing, they had started on their trek. No need for further explanation, no widget dared question or defy the cold machine. She was the right hand of Lucifer, this frosty succubus of war, enigma of mystery, Snow of the North, the great feminine Queen leading her cubs into the forest without a sound.

"This is where i leave you all...i'll call upon you when you are needed." Winter mused, staring off the edge of the forest and into the barren distance of the Quelil sector...a pyramid forming on the horizon. If the soldiers behind her knew anything of their superior, despite her elusiveness and habitual solitude, they would understand that words need not be spoken at all, "Get some rest..." Winter muttered. Her gaze flicking over the young witches and warlocks who had so eagerly put their faith in The Ice Queen...while Winter preferred to carry out her teachings in the comfort of space...sometimes bringing her followers to a place deeply rooted in a culture helped them better understand what it was they were looking for. And with that, she left them to their own devices. Making her way through the ragged earthy landscape towards the Horizon...she had no real goal or motive in mind. But she did want to explore...part of the reason she walked everywhere. Despite being 'royalty', The Queen had no qualms putting her boots on the ground...getting her hands dirty. And as the woman wandered through the land a disturbance had forced her to stop...something prickling at the back of her mind like a thorn. She'd felt it before...power lingered nearby but seemed dormant...watchful. Winters eyes would narrow for a moment before scoffing...

Without dwelling much on it, she made her way to the Star Temple...perhaps there was something there that she could benefit from.

Otherwise...it would not be the first time she wasted a trip.

[member="Connor Harrison"]

 

[Connor Harrison]

It wasn’t hard to spot the entourage marching across the wasteland from a large forest, ahead of the mighty city and temple. Connor noted there was little calling out from them, nothing imposing on the eye. As far as he could go, he trailed them up on the plateau, noting that it was a gentle incline leading to the ground below.

He hung back, watching out of sheer curiosity and not making himself appear like some sort of spy. When one broke off, walking towards the city ahead and the pyramid, he waited for a moment until it was clear there was good distance and headed down to the ground as the darkness of the planet seemed to creep in, but the lights ahead beyond the wasteland was more than enough to remind him he wasn’t truly alone and away from humanity.

As he walked, he looked up to see a number of small ships fly over-head, their red and green landing lights blinking against the black backdrop of the sky.

He gave a few glances back to the forest, where the troupe came from, and to make sure he wasn’t being followed. He wasn’t. Back to the figure ahead in the distance, too far away to make out more personal features and attire, but they were acting as a good guide across the Dathomir plain.

Connor glanced at his wrist; no communications received. He sighed and shook his head. As much as he didn’t expect any, part of him always wished something would happen so he would know if his involvement with the Sanctum was still needed.

Subconsciously, he pulled a thin blue stick from the com-link on his wrist and stuck it in the hard ground, kneeling to do so. A little beacon that would help guide him back to this empty place should he get lost during his wanderings. Breaking off a little from the figure ahead, Connor decided to try and keep distance as not to appear immediately hostile.

The pyramid up ahead coming closer was a mighty focal point on the busy horizon.

[member="Queen Sovereign"]

 

[Voices of The Deep]

Vines climb up towers and mountains to reach the best sunlight, unhampered by competitors. To do this they send coiled tendrils stretching forth, looking for any place they can grab. And once they grab, they have stability in their ever-twisting, ever-crawling quest to be closest to the sky.

This was how Winter was...at one point in her youth. Perhaps it was paranoia, always feeling insecure, always wanting reassurance that he had enough people on her side in case things went awry. Quite possibly it was the challenge of pulling people in, getting them to trust her, that she enjoyed so much. Or maybe it was some sort of repressed desire to have someone /close/ and since she'd never let anyone close to her frozen heart, they could at least maybe be close to her body or her mind. Whatever the reason, every Queen needed her followers...her subjects.

The Ice Queen treated his followers better than a pimp treated his...lovely ladies. And she should, after all, this was not a time of stress, and treating them well took little effort. Starting word-of-mouth whispers and rumors of a soldiers exceptional ability, gained of course from her tutoring and eventually the whelp got her promotion with her own ambition and skill but a few good words didn't hurt in her overall standing. With the conception of The Awoken and the game of diplomacy and hypocrisy things were just beginning to fall into her web of influence. Soldiers and warriors needed work, and a leader they could respect, someone who could give them something MEANINGFUL and Wintered offered that. Every time a young soul sought her out or stumbled upon her, another deal with the devil was made. You got what you wanted: Enemies of her friends were her enemies, protection came with the package, status and rank were upped. But Winter did this not out of any false sense of affection or compassion, but out of the knowledge that the better your allies, the stronger your alliance. And the stronger the bonds...the higher they could hold her stably. When they signed on the dotted line, they promised their soul.

So when Winter had seen that flash of respect and loyalty in the young recruits eyes, she knew that she had them within her web. Call her whatever you want...a she-devil. A monster...a succubus of war. At the end of the day Winter wasn't any of these things...

If compared to a single thing...Winter would be a spider. A spider at the center of a very vast and intricate web of connections secrets and knowledge...a web woven to perfection over her long life. And out of the hundreds of thousands of threads she knew precisely how each and every one of them danced. Her recruits were like insects...once they flew into her web...it was hard to get out. And eventually she would consume you.

And as the sun began to sink into the horizon, Winters gaze remained steady on the path ahead. High heels clacking against the hard earth as she slowly neared the ruins of the Star Temple. The area pulsed with dark energies...energy that she could feel attempting to wrap its coils around her...pulling her in...luring her.

And before she knew it, The Queen stood before the pyramid itself...as if time had jumped she now stood before its crumbled ruins with arms crossed over her ample chest as her icy gaze remained on the entrance...and it was here she stood for a while. Tapping her finger along her biceps as she contemplated on her next move.

What threads would she add to her web next...

[member="Connor Harrison"]

 

[Connor Harrison]

A large lake, illuminated purple from the waxing moon and lights above, shimmered behind where the Jedi crouched. He was by a large outcrop of rock that was coming from the ground, probably the remnants of some building or temple centuries ago. It was the perfect place to watch from.

The huge pyramid, tracing up with faint golden light running along the outside which stopped midway, was radiating a calling Connor felt. Not one of pure Light or Dark, but just…energy. Life. Death. The Force.

The figure was at the base and looking up and he could make out, from the distance he was after walking along the edges of a large grass plain that led into the city, that it was a woman. He thought. He could be wrong. Connor was careful not to walk across the LED lights guiding the path before he sank down out of sight.

While he wasn’t scoping the woman out, he didn’t want to interrupt something that may be invaluable for him to witness. Was she a Sith? Was she one of the fabled Witches native to the planet? Was she a Jedi? If interest was still high for the Star Temple, or the one that stood where the famed original had been, Connor had a duty to find out what the interest was.

He cocked his head ever so slightly, hands resting on his knees. The woman wasn’t moving; just watching. He glanced up into the darkness where the gold light stopped, and the tip of the pyramid could just be seen if he squinted. Looking to his right, the mega-city was alive with faint noise, but nothing that signalled it was thriving. Was it even a city? Was it some industrial site or even a military establishment.

That was unlikely, as he wouldn’t have been able to wander across the wasteland if it was.

Looking back, he licked his lips gently and shifted his weight. Whatever this woman was doing, she was in no rush. She was still too far away to make out properly however.

[member="Queen Sovereign"]

 

[Voices of The Deep]

Every day was exactly the same.

That much was certain, that much was true - yet at the same time she could not help but wonder, was it really? Could The Queen say with any true certainty that there were such things as days anymore in this screaming, bloated vision of a hellish galaxy? That any shackle of time could constrain the black and stringy deformation, rife with tar and convulsing with corruption, the monster that was Winter? The mother that devoured all she birthed with some malformed version of love, ruining them until they resembled her in all her hideous cold beauty - only until every last soul trapped in her icy embrace was just as imperfect and broken as she.

Winter just wanted to watch the galaxy grow colder...colder than herself. Every beutiful planet flourishing with life and radiant beauty...reduced to a state similar to Hoth itself.

The Queen was becoming emotional again.

There was no meaning to anything anymore. Where once Winter had found glory and some twisted sense of beauty in the vast galaxy sprawl, there was simply a gaping absence much like a scalpel had gouged out her heart. The feelings had been frozen and crystallized into something else, something more sure and yet less sure; Her wings had been stripped of their white feathers and replaced with barbwire and bullet shells. Winter looked upon the pyramid before her as she tried to muster something...a feeling... nothing. The engine of her empathy was a dying car that coughed and sputtered black smoke every time you turned the ignition, running on empty. Of all the life in the galaxy very few had gone through what she had, they had not known the horror of horror, and thus from this a disconnection began to spawn - a disassociation from the naivete of innocence.

With a rattling sigh, the woman inhaled the stale air, pausing to cautiously eye the waysides of the drylands as she walked on. Besides her shattering of spirit, the one thing that haunted her the most was a dire need for caution. It wasn't even a want anymore, no, she needed it, NEEDED IT or else everything would not be okay and she'd descend into that private realm of abandoned paradise called Hell.


'Things could be a lot worse, you could be dead.'

The statement struck Winter as morbidly perfect, and a ragged grin appeared on The Queens face, a thing no longer charming but slightly off, slightly crooked.

Winter closed her eyes...standing before the heavy doors of the ancient temple as she pressed her hands onto them...the cold steel making her sigh in comfort as she called upon the Essence of Winter...the air around her would slowly become thicker and thicker as a bright blue whisp-like aura emanated from her very being...and from her hands, frost began to trickle along the steel of the doors. Each passing second it only grew colder...and colder...and colder. She practically produced liquid nitrogen directly from the force as he coated every molecule of the doors...and as a few minutes passed, Winter pulled her hands away and exhaled...mist extracting from her lunges and making ghost of the air as the woman balled her fist and sighed.

And with a quick strike, Winters fist impacted the large, thick doors of the Pyramid...and just like glass. Steel shattered and left crystal fractals crashing to the ground as it metal was clattering onto the floor. Doors that had been sealed for god knows how long finally opened...and with the new opening the force signature that had feel to raw roared from the open entrance like a mighty roar.

And with that...The Ice Queen made her way into the dark unknown.

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[Connor Harrison]

Connor shifted on his knee and leant out more from the rock stalagmites to see what was happening at the base of the pyramid. The woman was calling on some power either internally or externally, and pulling the elements in the air around her to the pyramid itself. Streaks of ice white and blue formed before her and built up on the pyramid.

Definitely a Force user or Nightsister.

The sound of the power emitted reached Connor’s ears as a loud crack, which made him squint to see the figure take her sweet time in viewing her destructive handiwork and actually make her way inside. Standing up slowly using the rock as support, the Jedi watched, glancing around for signs of support or reinforcements from her troupe left behind, but noted none.

He started to walk over, keeping an eye on the steaming pile of frozen debris and ice that became apparent the closer he got.

Crunching over the ground which became frostier with each step, he knelt to touch the side of the pyramid and the debris; ice cold. The gaping hole where the pyramid had been sealed proved this was a woman with an agenda and not afraid to use her power, which made him think a Jedi she was certainly not. Which increased the chance of discovering a potential threat.

Peering in, a frosty trail seemed to disappear after a few feet. The walls were muted in design and colour and not of sand or stone, but steel and light to guide the way. The main passageway seemed large enough for a rancor to traverse, but narrow enough to still feel claustrophobic.

Leading up into the heart of whatever this Star Temple housed, Connor kept his senses alert as there was only one path to follow, and it was the path the Force user had to have followed too. Glancing back to the entrance and pile of twisted metal and ice, there was still nobody around.

His blue eyes scanned the walls and floor as each step took him up. There was a power surrounding him; not one that floored him, but one that traversed through him. It was in the walls, in the ground. In the passageways beyond. Not painful or pleasurable, it was just a muted aura that he could feel.

If this design was akin to classic pyramids of the Jedi, then he would have to watch his step for traps designed to catch intruders but also passageways that would lead into the depths and provide no way out for those breaking in. Like he was. Like she was. But what was she after? A hidden relic? A superweapon? Something more?

[member="Queen Sovereign"]

 

[Voices of The Deep]

Long hallways...long, narrow, and unimaginative...much like a dead end job it only had one final destination. Winter despised such an idea...a major flaw in this Pyramids architect seemed to be the very first thing one was introduced to upon entering. For someone like Winter who detested moving any faster than a quick walking motion long halls like this always spited her...she was patient, but she did not enjoy wasting her time. But then again...being semi-immortal perhaps the only thing she had was time...nothing but time.

And as those heels clicked and clacked along the metal sheets of the surface beneath Winters hands remained steady at her sides...right leg forward left arm back...left leg forward right arm back...a rhythm of movement in which defined her character...deliberate...focused...diligent...powerful. But what was power without restraint? Diligence without Sloth...everything that The Queen was seemed to contradict itself in some way...To restrain her own power...to be wrathful yet show mercy...if anything, she seemed indecisive. Not that it really mattered to much.

And as the blue skinned woman stepped diligently through the dimly lit halls she could feel a tingling...a ripple up her spine as her skin danced. The feeling of a cold aura wrapping itself around her like a blanket of comfort...Winter sighed deeply at the feeling...while some reveled in the feeling of a warm embrace from a lover or from a caregiver The Ice Queen reveled in the freezing, icy embrace of Winter...the cold was like her mother. Wrapping its arms around her and keeping the woman close...Winter exhaled, the cold air making ghost of her breath as she looked at the floor. She could 'feel' it...it was there. Just beneath her feet...

Winter was not drawn here by the raw aura of The Force...she did not come thinking of the possibility of gaining a super weapon...she came for this...the cold. The one thing that drew her in like moths to a flame. And whatever lied beneath her was colder than anything she ever felt...she had wandered the snowy landscapes of Hoth and felt nothing...she had floated in the Vacuum of space and felt more warmth than cold...but this...this was something else. It felt almost as if it called to her specifically...but how to get to it?

Undoubtedly there was some kind of door or passage that lead beneath the pyramid. But as Winter looked all she saw was a long hallway with no end in near sight and she did not have the patience to go wandering around until she randomly stumbled upon what she wanted...

The woman tsked. Reaching behind her and taking a lightsaber from the belt on her back, Winter triggered the sabre, a bright blue blade flashing to life. Winter angled it and forced it downward, sinking the blade deep into the metal plates beneath her as she began to rotate like some kind of can opener. And when the circle was complete Winter deactivated the blade, looking over her handy work as she placed the hilt back on her back, stepping out from the circle she had just made as the metal burned a bright orange, she lifted her hands and stomped her foot down, forcing the earthy minerals within the cut out circle to obey her will. Shaping the metal and forcing it to blast from its place and slam into the ceiling. Revealing a dark hole beneath full of dirt...

So far so good.

[member="Connor Harrison"]

 

[Matreya]

Valashu had followed the woman, through the Pyramid, silent as death, hidden by means of White Current invisibility, combined with an active No-Show that would kill all sensoral abilities to find him. Why was he following her? Who knew, but the feeling was it was a necessity. The Force said she would be doing something grand, and so he had altered his trajectory to follow. Few people knew about things like he did.

Was it personal knowledge? Not in the slightest. He had amassed intellect of billions at his fingertips, plus the money pay for any number of more, all combined with the mind of an Ancient that had written all he bore down. Sure the information was split between the people Valashu called his workers, but all in all, when he needed the mind of a true Master Craftsman, he could have it.

As she carved a circle in the ground around herself, Val turned, and looked past the lip of his hood. The Archer Suit's vest moved about as fluid as leather could, so it was hard, but it wasn't this that he truly looked to. Rather it was the sense of prophetism that warned that the Kensûrai Archer was being followed...

No...

She was. He had yet to be seen. Turning his gaze back, he felt a small smile tug at the corner of his mouth. It was the benefit of White Current. Many could see through normal illusions, such as Bent Light invisibility, but one needed to be truly potent, and aware something was wrong, to see through White Current. Was he then in belief that the power of the man following them did not surpass his own? Far from it. He could sense the danger in the man whom came, but he knew the potency of one who specialized in the Current, even if they were not fully Master yet.

"You are being followed." Valashu said, dropping invisibility, as well as deactivating the No-Show, "Sorry. I meant to simply observe, but alas I feel as if this is something that needs to be said." Through his Archer Mask (Archer Gear), his voice was modulated and super distorted, as well as hiding the majority of facial recognized marks, "Matreya, the Kensûrai Archer, at your service. I recommend you hurry what it is your doing. I know not if the person coming means you harm.

"If you require assistance with whatever it is you're doing, let me know." Valashu said, then once more vanished from detection, as the No-Show silenced him, and his Current control hid him visibly once more.

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[Connor Harrison]

The glow of the lightsaber up ahead made Connor slow and rest his back against the wall of the passageway, silently looking on as sparks flew for a second around the floor. This woman was getting more intriguing by the minute, but the intrigue raised more by the sight of another figure who seemed to emerge from a little deeper in the passageway before her.

Turning to look face on, Connor saw this figure seemed more like a warrior ready for battle and had shades of green on him, and a mask? Squinting, the figure was there, and then he wasn’t.

So this really was a meeting of Force users, and for what? Tomb raiding or relic hunting. Either way, with the history of the Dathomir superweapon of the Star Temple itself standing once where they were now, it bothered him. It only took a few like-minded people on the same page to instigate something that could cause devastation across the galaxy.

Taking a couple more slow steps, Connor closed himself off to everything else and stayed still, focusing on the ability to find those cloaked within the White Current. And from patronising Taeli Raaf about studying it on Kyrikal IX under the mysterious Fallanassi Nohemi Allaneh, he now understood how it was a powerful ability to have.

The warrior understood White Current and was averse in it, and Connor found him hiding there, waiting. A bodyguard? A bounty hunter?

He stared towards where the figures had been, and one remained, and watched to see what she would do or where she would go. There was, however, the third being in now consider in the scheme of this intrusion into the pyramid.

[member="Valashu Elahad"] | [member="Queen Sovereign"]

 

[Voices of The Deep]

Icy blue optics remained steady on the hole she had made as the dirt beneath the metal surface seemed hardened...cold. Bits of frost forming and making it crunch almost like snow...whatever was under her was certainly something...and as the woman tightened her fist and narrowed her gaze she contemplated if going digging up the earth and borrowing downward was an option that was truly best. She could disturb some of the foundation of this...place, and frankly she was not keen on the idea of things collapsing on her. Still, getting down there was the only reason she was even there.

Decisions, Decisions.

And in the midst of her decision making process Winters eyes flared with color when a being was suddenly unveiled by the force...appearing right behind the Ice Queen only to mutter very simple words...

"You are being followed."

The words bounced around her mind for a moment...was she being followed? Could it of been one of her guard she had traveled here with?

No...they feared her wrath to much to disobey orders...and with that in mind Winter looked over her shoulder at the cloaked man as he introduced herself...acting as if this whole interaction was normal or even justified. Some random guy appearing out no nowhere like some kind of phantom...Winters senses were not as on par as other Force Sensitives...she could not simply 'tell' when someone was around her or following...she did not want to expend her energy just to figure out such things.

Or maybe she just didn't care...

Did she care?

No...no not really.

And as those crystalline blue orbs narrowed on the man she scoffed. Her expression distant and void of emotion as she lifted his hand almost as if she were going to touch the man...but instead she merely flicked her wrist, gesturing for him to step aside. He made it clear he was not a immediate threat...and with that in mind she only considered him more of a nuisance.

She spared no breath of words on the man. Returning her focus to the solid earth beneath the hole she made, she took a step forward lifted a leg high into the air...her knee touching her chest as she brought her hands up as if she were holding two crystal balls in each of them...and with a swift and powerful movement her legs came down like the hammer of god...her high heels slamming into the steel floor and forcing a 'BANG' to rattle through the empty halls as the frozen earth beneath her began to crumble and deconstruct. Shaping the very foundation of the earth beneath her and morphing it into a material similar to that of sand...and as if it were an hourglass the dirt sunk into itself...descending bit by bit as the hole got deeper and deeper...now all she had to do was wait.

And as time passed Winter stared downward...the hole now completely running through several meters downward. She could see an azure aura emanating from the dark below. Exhaling a breath as a breeze of freezing cold air touched her lips she sighed...the cold air making phantom wisp of her breath.

Game on...

The Queen wasted no more time...stepping forward and hopping into the hole she had constructed she free fell for a few moments. The air howling in her ears as the cold became stronger...potent. The light at the end of the tunnel becoming more vibrant and colorful as she finally pierced the skylight and entered...a crystal ice cavern. Azure crystals decorating the walls as frozen air lingered all around her...and as she landed on the surface her feet forced the frozen ice beneath her to crack and shatter almost like glass...

Her skin tingled...god is was cold.

It was...everything The Ice Queen ever wanted. Everything she ever needed.


[member="Connor Harrison"]
[member="Valashu Elahad"]

 

[Matreya]

Valashu kept his arms folded, leaning against a wall, his eyes looking past the rim of his leather. The man who came forward seemed to have some skills in White Current, which, though uncommon, was not unheard of. Especially where he came from. Turning in place, he let his front face the oncomer, slowly dropping his appendages to his sides. Dropping his invisibility, he became seen once more, all the while his eyes met those of the other.

"Welcome." Valashu murmured, his Mask booming the sound outward to much higher levels, so as to be heard, "I see you understand, at least some of, the White Current - to which you instantly garner my respect." He rolled his shoulders absentmindedly, "As such I simply must ask for a verified reason you come so. Why are you here? Is it to still the yearnings of the Force? This is why I am here, because I was deemed necessary for whatever reason." Next movement was shown in the fashion of hands planting themselves on his waist, mere inches from the hooks that held his Quiver and Compound Bow.

From behind him, he heard the woman step into the hole she had made. Immediately a sense of cold swarmed to the surface even, as if the temperature that had already been low, had dropped heavier than before. It was now almost unbearable for the man - who hated the cold. Another shoulder move reinstated his Lorni'seth Jacket properly onto his shoulders. Despite having hardly moved from the location, it was immediately a better feeling, to notice a raise in the warmth.

At this point, in anticipation of a potential battle, Valashu began to draw from the Force, already holding the energy from his Archer Suit at the ready.

[member="Queen Sovereign"] [member="Connor Harrison"]

 

[Connor Harrison]

The spectacle was impressive up ahead; the woman was clearly into cryokinesis, something he too had experience in, but this woman – this witch, Sith, whatever – seemed to embody it. Her little ritual was done not for show, but for strength, and her manipulation of the elements around her and disappearance into the lower chambers was, once again, impressive.

Aware of the warrior cloaked in the White Current, Connor made his was casually up to the top, noting the flicks of frost and ice around the hole that had been cut, and the temperature was severely lower than normal.

The warrior made himself known, and Connor didn’t grant him a look straight away. He knelt by the hole, resting his arm on a knee and inspected the frost and peered down into the cool depths to see what the dim light would allow.

”You don’t need to know why I’m here at all. This place isn’t under your jurisdiction, nor mine. So all I will tell you is that I’m not here for a fight, and you are the least of my concern right now.”

Then, Connor looked up at the archer, taking in his outfit, mask and weaponry in a few seconds. He casually indicated with his finger to the hole in the ground.

”Any idea who she is, and do you even know where you are? If you did, you’d know why I may be here in turn. You don't look like a Mandalorian to me.”

[member="Valashu Elahad"] | [member="Queen Sovereign"]