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Post by Deleted on Dec 11, 2018 18:23:54 GMT -8
Those words about her family were numb to the creature that stood before Blue. Even so, the truth in them was known. The impact, though, was dulled, only more so as her counter self's attacks ceased. An apology, pleading, empathy. The way she spoke of weakness and conquering it, Mariah stared up at her cerulean self with a steely gaze. That was what they were both here for, after all. She had said that fear was her weakness; she said that becoming her was her greatest fear.
'I am done.' This version of her hadn't the strength to survive, to cut down her fears, her weaknesses. She bent at opposition. Vision or not, the ending of this battle was set from the beginning. All Mariah could see was her own weakness incarnate staring back at her. Unlike her weakness, she would not falter.
The athames were no longer under Mariah's control, crushed and swept throughout by the fallen crystal. Releasing the twin violet blades from her grasp, the crimson warrior summoned them to life as they flanked her, casting their purple hues against her porcelain complexion.
"The namesake of the blade you stole from me."
Mariah's voice was but a low growl, yet the maliciousness bore through the quiet. Her voice crescendoed into an incantation, one of the few she could never forget, the words foreign and archaic. Out of the puzzling spell-like phrase, one word stood out among the rest: Nihilo. Runes once hidden in the onyx of the hilt lit up, burning like fire within the blackened gem.
With the haunting gleam still in her eyes, Mariah outstretched her left hand, now freed from her earlier weapons. Like the raging waves within a violent storm, the Force tore into Blue with a violent push, sending her slamming into the crystal behind her. As the tide swept back, she ripped not only Nihilo from Blue's grasp, summoning the blade back to its rightful owner, but as she had done to Mariah, the hilt carrying Omnis' blue blade was stripped from her to meet Mariah's right hand.
"I refuse to do nothing, to become nothing, to become stagnant and frail, to let that weakness fester. That is how to disappoint those who sacrificed all they had, so that I might live."
They all looked at her with such sickening pity. Trapped in loss. Stagnant. Locked in time. She had heard it like a faulty hologram, over and over again. Yet they ignored all else that was forged since that day. She did as commanded, survived everything, despite all odds that should have plunged her into Chaos. She was alive, honoring them with every breath she took. However, even now, her own self looked upon her with that same. Sickening. Pity.
No more.
Blue had summoned the birds to take her from this place, but it mattered naught to Mariah if they heeded her summons. They would either save her or let her die. Mariah brought these blades of opposing auras together -- Nihilo to her left, Omnis to her right, crossing at the center and poised for Blue’s neck. If she was truly done, she would accept death as her fate.
"Do not pity me. I do not pity you."
With her crimson eyes piercing into her blue, Mariah spoke her parting words. The blue and red blades were freed from the other in a final flash to decapitate the woman.
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Post by Huginn & Muninn on Jan 11, 2019 1:44:32 GMT -8
Sometimes, things move in slow motion. An eternity can pass in the blink of an eye. For blue, that wasn’t the case. Above her, the crimson brothers wove a tapestry that washed over her in an instant. Eternity passed her before she could even realize it. She was frozen in time as the mischievous deviants determined her fate.
Would they step in and save her at the last minute? Or, would the savor the moment. Neither one moved as Mariah closed the gap with blue and completed the task at hand.
Blue didn’t even have a final word pass her lips. She never even saw the attack happen. She never sensed it. The Force around her was altered by the brothers above to keep her from knowing the reality of the situation around her. She had suspected, albeit too late, that this was not actually a vision. But that mattered little now as her corpse began to slump to the cavern floor.
All four appeared just before it hit the ground. All four staring down at the remains with curious glances. Muninn looked up at Maria.
Huh, so is it murder or suicide?
He mused aloud to himself, not really needing an answer from any direction. Behind him, the crimson brothers murmured to themselves.
Can we eat it?
But its dead, we can go eat her family. They will be fresh.
But this one is still warm.
But its dead.
But we can go back a few moments before its dead.
Muninn snapped back and clicked his beak and shouted.
You can still bring her back you know!
His crimson counterpart looked up at him and cocked his head to the side, lightly clicking his own beak back.
Yeah.
He looked at his brother, who looked back at him, then they both quickly glanced around the group and back at Muninn each raising a single prehensile feather in the middle of their winged arms.
Bye.
The question the rang in the minds of the remaining brothers now standing in the absence of their counterparts from another dimension as the smoke from their vanishing dissipated was a single unifying concept. They looked down at the corpse that remained, and each mused.
What do we do with this?
They looked at one another, and Huginn nodded before vanishing in a cloud of smoke. Muninn looked back at Mariah.
Well, you sure taught her a lesson I suppose. Though, now we have a lost soul to capture and body that is out of phase with this universe. Guess they didn’t want to take her back with them. Wait, where's the head?
He began looking around on the ground.
Are you kidding me? They took the head with them?! Wait…HUGINN!
<<It wasn’t me.>>
There was a long pause
<<I Promise! It wasn’t me this time!>>
Muninn looked down and shook his head.
Well, there goes any hope to bring her back and send her back to her universe. Not that we would even know which one she belonged to.
He looked up at Mariah once again.
Sorry. I suppose I should send you back to…where were you before. Oh yes. So, I guess you can keep that blade as a trophy if you want. Or you can leave it here. It's whatever. So, I have to go help Huginn petition to at least save this one's soul out of Chaos at the very least. Just click your heels three times, and you'll be back to, you know what, you can go back to wherever you want I guess. But I do have to go. Good luck! Don’t click your heels more or less than three times, okay? Okay. We'll see you again soon.
Huginn too vanished in a cloud of black smoke, leaving Mariah alone in the cavern with the headless corpse of her twin lost from another universe. Blood and spinal fluid began to ooze out of the cauterized wound. It was questionable if the body was posthumously twitching, or if it was just the glimmer of the lightsabers reflecting off the surrounding crystals. The only sounds now were the hum of the blades, Mariah's breathing, and the occasional dripping of a water droplet hitting the cavern floor or pool.
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Post by Huginn & Muninn on Jan 12, 2019 19:18:52 GMT -8
Hugin flew down from the ceiling and perched on Mariah's shoulder as the fog was still dissipating from his brother's disappearance., a pewter fork in his beak. The four-pronged fork was missing one of the middle tines, and the left-most tine was slightly bent outward. He nestled it in her hair, as her hands were still full.
<<Here, you may want this>>
He peered into her eyes before cawing and flying off into the darkness of the cave
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Post by Deleted on Jan 13, 2019 15:45:24 GMT -8
The ravens talked amongst themselves, completely oblivious, or maybe they just didn’t care, to the state of the other, the woman who started and finished this fight that they got to call entertainment for a time. Either way, it didn’t matter as to how she looked with those bloodied eyes spilling crimson upon her cheeks, her presence which had spiked but was still really nothing in comparison to beings like the ravens, or even the wounds that tore apart her body from those final reckless moments. Their squawking ramblings went on, regarding the nature of the defeated one’s soul and other strange dialogue, but eventually, as she had expected when arriving, they were gone now that the entertainment was over.
Dead bodies didn’t bother her. She had seen her fair share, caused many more than this poor soul, too. Somehow, even in this bloodthirsty state that had yet to be fully quenched, Mariah managed to shut off both Nihilo and Omnis. The twin shotos flanking her suddenly went dead and clattered to the ground by her. And then there was a deafening silence, the remnants of the screams and crashing and clashing of lightsabers causing a faint ringing in her ears. However, it was only a brief second before all was disturbed yet again.
<< I put my vote on suicide. >>
That voice. It rang out with such a lighthearted spirit, as though she, too, was somehow in on this event arranged by the ravens.
<< I wouldn’t exactly say you succeeded with anything in particular today, but… now that you’ve put an end to yourself… or rather… some part of yourself... I wonder if you’re ready to make that next step... >>
Her figure appeared as just a silhouette of black this time. It was easier to meet Mariah here, at least while in this state and within the Crystal Caves of Ilum, no less. Still, she was like a void here, something that didn’t belong.
<< You really should take better care of these... >>
With an uplifted hand, the figure rose the six athames from their resting place among the rubble. They were unharmed, not a scratch on them, as was expected. Under the influence of their rightful owner, they each glowed with an individual, arcane light that, while similar to their brethren, were still each different in their own essence.
<< You do know that you don’t use these the way they’re supposed to be used, yes? >>
No response resounded from the woman, who only stared blankly at the newest arrival as though she was still settling into her victory, and poorly so in her present state. However, it was then that one of the ravens returned with a pewter fork and laced in Mariah’s crimson hair. Golden eyes upon the head narrowed, but in such a way that it was almost a cheery expression, albeit a bit frightening in appearance.
<< I suppose you should go back to your new little Spellweaver and rest, silly girl. Figure out your lesson from all of this another time. >>
The black figure approached her, and with an outstretched hand, placed a finger upon the woman’s forehead. The wounds that wreaked havoc on her body mended themselves, and finally, the woman collapsed. The figure caught her, wrapping her within her shadows. A single word uttered by the figure summoned all of Mariah’s missing weapons back to her person.
<< Huginn! Muninn! >> she called out. << She might be dense, but she doesn’t fall for the same trick twice. Try harder next time. >> Turning her attention back to the woman in her arms, she said, her voice a mere whisper within the Force, << ...Time to click those heels... >>
With a resolving giggle, the shadows disappeared, and with it, the woman was fluttered back off to the place where she belonged, Mariah to where she belonged. The only hint that anything had transpired would be the newest addition to Mariah’s ever growing collection, her trophy from this battle, and the pewter fork that decorated her hair.
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Post by Krzesimir Viggo on Feb 5, 2021 9:33:39 GMT -8
Standash ThulThe platoon of snowtroopers filed into the hangar bay, and stood in oposing squads, with their sergeant waitingat the head of the resulting double column. They stood expectantly, in readiness for the imminently arriving representative of Moff Thul. Thankfully they didn't have long to wait, or at least traffic control for the hangar assured them they would be seeing the Hereb shortly. The bay was a relatively non-descript utilitarian affair with all the necessary ammenities but nothing fancy. The platoon had an armoured transport parked outside to carry them, and Ms Sitar, deeper into the caves to where the crystals grew. The troops weren't thrilled to be babysitting; but were glad to be doing somethin, anything, outside of the usual routine. The double column and Sergeant Bolek stood at ease, as they waited, relaxed and alert.
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Post by Annelise Sitar on Feb 5, 2021 13:59:36 GMT -8
The Hereb swooped down at speeds only it could. The pilots loved to see if they could catch fighter escorts napping. they then gracefully landed on the pad reserved. Annelise stood up. The fur-lined jacket fit her well. She was used to most cold, but Ilum was a little more than the mountains of Alderaan or Carida. Her earmuffs were made of the same fur. She made her way out of the ship. She had no personal escort, she had told the stormtroopers to stay put. Standash had insisted they accompany her. She was a little annoyed to see the same faceless troopers waiting for her outside. She didn't show it, she had gotten used to hiding more than she had before. She walked out and smiled at the Sargent.Hello Sargent. I am Annelise Sitar, executive aide to Grand Moff Thul.
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Post by Krzesimir Viggo on Feb 6, 2021 7:56:35 GMT -8
The fighters had kept pace, though it was likely because official visits outside of cargo transport were so rare that the pilots were very alert and careful to maintain the proper formation. The flight lead was a bit annoyed by the Hereb's reckless pilots, but kept a professional demeanor as they broke off and returned to their hangar in orbit. As the Hereb settled in ground crew moved up to begin servicing the ship, waiting just long enough for the engines to begin audibly powering down.
Sergeant Balek nodded in greeting as Ms. Sitar walked up. He had no idea what to expect from the woman, but she at least had good manners. One point for the VIP. He put forth the extra effort to respond in something besides his usual parade ground voice. The result was still clear to everyone in the bay, but it wasn't harsh or loud, just... a sort of solid, physical, tone.
"Ms. Sitar, welcome to Ilum. I'm Sgt. Balek. We'll be joining your expedition, apologies if that's inconvenient but regs is regs. Speeder's just outside if you'd like to get started, it's not much for comfort but it's warm enough.
Sgt. Balek turned and swept an arm towards the waiting speeder as he invited her to begin her work on Ilum. He would walk with her on her right side, if she let him, and the platoon would fall into double file behind them back to the waiting APC. They were alert, none wanted to mess up in front of a Moffs aide, but relatively relaxed for now. They didn't expect trouble in the spaceport, as the garrison proved ample deterrent to mischief both in numbers and quality of response to alerts. Ms. Sitar didn't get to ride up front, but she was offered the most comfortable seat in the crew compartment. The PFC piloting would head for the display caves, unless Ms. Sitar requested another location. She could visit an active mine if she so desired, Rear-Admral Viggo had cleared her for that much, but it would be one of the lower output mines. Inside the APC, Sgt. Balek popped his bucket off, though the rest kept their suits sealed. He knew civies tended to prefer faces to buckets, and this one wasn't trying to ruin his day, so he figured it wouldn't hurt. His face was clean shaven, olive skinned, with close cut curly black hair and green-gold flecked eyes. He was content to ride in silence, but would answer any reasonable questions Ms. Sitar might have.
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Post by Annelise Sitar on Feb 8, 2021 7:53:41 GMT -8
It would seen like small chat, but Annelise used this to learn more about people and places. She knew most troopers didn't like idol chatter, but most wouldn't challenge it.This was not the reception I was expecting Sargent. Aides normally are greeted by low level officers in ill fitting uniforms. This is a nice change. How long have you been stationed on Ilum?
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Post by Krzesimir Viggo on Feb 11, 2021 13:15:42 GMT -8
An amused grunt and a lopsided grin came easily to Sgt. Balek's face. He paused a moment to put his words together though. The APC moved along smoothly, stopping briefly for several checkpoints, though the driver was able to handle anything required by the checkpoint security. It was an interesting experience, the inertia clearly felt but not pressing except during initial acceleration. A band of holoprojectors along the edge of the roof displayed the local area and local units with simple symbols, though no labels were available, in the area above the crew bay. Usually used to keep track of the local tactical situation the symbols were all blues and greens, the vehicles marker a small green orb, was always in the center of the display.
"The Rear-Admiral, and Grand Moff Kasalle, promote an efficient officer corp. Your physical safety doesn't require an officer's attentions and for everything else it's a simple comm call from here. And there's supposed to be another training tournament next week, so the officers are busy getting all the datawork in order. It's to help get everyone acquainted with the tundra gear. If you've a mind to get shot I can rustle up the forms for you to participate."
Their destination appeared on the map overhead, a blue diamond symbol with an ETA counting down next to it. 00:04:27 was the initial estimate. Sgt. Balek didn't expect an aide to take him up on the offer, but it could be arranged for if desired. It would also offer a new element to the slightly repetitive training regimes. Though he head no idea how long Ms. Sitar would be staying, so far as he knew she'd be leaving later today. If he'd had his bucket on he could have checked his order log to see what he would be doing later in the week to guess at her departure time, but his helmet remained in his lap for courtesy's sake. So he didn't see that his current orders were of indefinite duration.
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Post by Annelise Sitar on Feb 12, 2021 7:35:56 GMT -8
The Aide smiles, and give a little laugh. She needed to get better at communicating with people.
You misunderstand me Sergeant. I am used to being met by ensigns who have been at the same rank for almost 5 years. Ones you have never seen any form of combat. They are cogs. You on the other hand work for a living. Sergeants overseeing a trooper squad are normally more in demand than a caf gatherer with a rank. I didn't know that my safety was in question here, if it is, I am happy for the escort. Growing up on Alderaan, I was never around so many weapons. It has been a lot to get used too.
This was of course a half truth, but she liked to play up the stereotype of weak Alderaanians. It was true, she grew up on a peace loving world, but she was trained in intelligence. She was taught hand to hand, she was an expert at reading people, and she had seen the darkest sides of people and the galaxy.
I am here to test crystals for healing properties, my timeline here is indefinite. This process could take a while. While tests are running, It could be fun to try some training. I could use it to help at the Academy. Grand Moff Thul participates in many drills with the cadets. I have never been shot before.That was not true in the slightest, but nothing in any records in the First Order say anything otherwise.
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Post by Krzesimir Viggo on Feb 22, 2021 13:08:58 GMT -8
The chatter kept the smirk on Balek's face. Cogs found life on Ilum... strenuous, and didn't stay long. the cold never seemed to sit well with them. Viggo seemed allergic to cogs and had been known to take a very keen interest in their affairs for the duration of their stay. He did raise an eyebrow in mild skepticism at the being alderanian, she was much better adjusted than he'd expected... though he'd never actually met an alderanian so maybe the holo-dramas were shading his expectations too much. He made a mental note to get theforms forwarded to her later that evening. The vehicle came to a stop, as she mentioned never being shot before and a pre-emptive groan escaped one of the privates piling out and scanning the area to chuckels from the squad as Balek replaced his bucket with a wide shiteating-smile.
"Well Leroy here can fix that real quick; just stand to his left and spook him real good. He hasn't killed anyone yet, so don't worry yourself too much."
Crackled through Balek's speakers a moment later while a muttered string of profanitites and complaints about still getting teased for one incident when a stalagtight had fallen next to him on patrol his first week here was easily heard though perhaps not clearly understood over the clacking of plasteel boots on durasteel floors. The vehicle bay held a few other craft, none quite as blocky or ugly as the APC, but still mostly utilitarian by nature. The squad was strung out slightly, as some walked towards the cave locks, a simple airlock, while others stayed with the Aide.
"This way, first few rooms will be mostly display formations, but a couple rooms back there are some natural formations. And safety in the caves is always a mild concern, The crystals grow better when there's wildlife about. Sometimes we get a small predator or just handful of mynocks on a power contuit. On rare occaisions we find a smuggler crew trying to strike it rich quick, desperate souls. Those prefer the outlying caves however, so our pressence is mostly a formality and of course to shoot you if you turn out to be a half-clever smuggler but I doubt that's the case ma'am."
Balek would let her walk at her pace as he guided her past the arranged displays to the natural deposits a few caves back. These caves were swept and polished regularly, so the gems sparkeled and the floor was mostly level smooth stone. One fire team moved in a convex arc in front of the Aide and Sgt, while the other mirrored the frist in a concave arc behind them. The men were relaxed, but watched the handful of others in the caves carefully anyway. And everyone checked the overhead conduits periodically as they moved deeper into the cave system. While he would ask she refrain from disturbing the display pieces, she welcome to study the natural growths as she liked. Samples were allowed, but encouraged to be smaller specimens. If she turned up any interesting results larger crystals could be made availble.
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Post by Annelise Sitar on Feb 23, 2021 8:15:49 GMT -8
She smiled at the thought of her being a smuggler. Well Sgt. Balek, if I were a smuggler, the First Order would have more problems than a few missing crystals. I arrived in one of a dozen commissioned Hereb corvettes. If I had one, then someone very important is missing a ship, and a long with it most the diplomatic and encryption secrets of the First Order. So I certainly hope I am not under suspicion.She laughs it off.
The story of Private Leroy peaked her interest on multiple levels. First, she wondered if his training was lacking, and he needed to be returned to an Academy. The training was good, but there were always exception. Some passed that shouldn't others failed that shouldn't. No system was perfect, but when the option was available to correct it, that should be explored. At the same time, this could be related to her trip here, the effects of the crystals.
Mr. Leroy, where were you trained?
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Post by Krzesimir Viggo on Feb 26, 2021 9:16:30 GMT -8
Balek kept an eye on the icons in his HUD, they'd let him know if any of his boys found something interesting. He chuckled with Ms. Sitar, it certainly would be an interesting story if she had managed to pick up a Hereb Corvette on the side. Oh well, less paperwork this way and that was always a good thing in his mind. He was surprised that she asked about Private Leroy's training and wondered why she was suddenly interested in something so ... mundane, but then perhaps she simply a curious person. He remained quiet as Leroy half growled, half sighed a clipped answer, at least this time he projected so he was easily understood despite the digitization and being towards the front of the group.
"New Carida, Ma'am."
The platoon escorted Ms. Sitar into the first cavern with natural growths. It was on the small side, about 94 m3 and had three exits, including the slight choke point they entered through. most of the crystals that remained grew high on the left wall, and even those were barely size of a fingernail on average. If she wanted to continue back the crystals were a bit larger and more plentiful proportionately with distance to the entrance. The lighting remained steady and bright for the next few caverns; and the left and right forks were, for her purposes, identical.
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Post by Annelise Sitar on Mar 3, 2021 7:33:10 GMT -8
She smiled at that. New Carida was perfect, it would be easier to pull up his file. She was now very interested. The Crystals could be doing something. Training is supposed to help align reflexes, if the Private was still like this, there could be a correlation. She would have to study it more.
Do you all spent a lot of time here in the caves? Have you noticed anything different about yourselves the longer you are down here?
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Post by Krzesimir Viggo on Mar 5, 2021 7:52:11 GMT -8
Leroy's files would be easy to pull, he wasn't all that remarkable for a trooper. His scores were all proficient to excellent across the board with his best scores in reflexes, physical endurance, and gear maintenance. The training had sharpened his natural reflexes, and hightened his fight response, as it was meant to. Threat recognition came with practice and experience, which Pvt. Leroy was getting now. The squad let thier sgt pick up the conversation again, as Ms. Sitar continued her queries. They moved with her as she studied the crystals, letting her pick her own pace.
"No Ma'am, we do most of our training out in the wilder parts of Ilum. Gives the excersizes a closer approximation of hostile territory. Haven't noticed any significant changes since deploying here, except the smugglers are all the desperate sort."
Balek absent mindedly rubbed his left thigh plate, an old burn wound remembered by flesh and mind alike. He hadn't gotten wounded on Ilum, but it had been earned busting smugglers. It didn't bother him anymore, just twinged every now and again.
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Post by Annelise Sitar on Mar 5, 2021 10:39:03 GMT -8
Interesting...
She makes mental notes. She didn't have a perfect memory, but it was good enough for this. She would put this all in her report. It seems like the odds the crystals effected the trooper with light.
Are there any troopers that spend a lot of time down here?
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Post by Krzesimir Viggo on Mar 8, 2021 12:48:14 GMT -8
Balek put in a query to the system, as he didn't know the rotations himself. It took a moment but the answer came back that troops were stationed to guard here between training runs so it was very unlikely that any one soldier spent more than a few days down here. Balek cleared his HUD as he relayed the information.
"No Ma'am, rotation is pretty regular. Most everyone gets a few days each quarter or so, but it's rarely more than that. I don't think anyone spends much time here, aside from the mining droids Ma'am."
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Post by Annelise Sitar on Mar 10, 2021 8:16:10 GMT -8
Annelise was slowly realizing this task may be futile. There was likely not definitive information she was going to be able to gather about the crystals healing and mental effects. There just didn't seem to be a way to quantify data. Well she was here, so she might as well take her tour and fill out a full report.
I don't suppose you have noticed if the mining droids have had anything a typical happening with them?
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Post by Krzesimir Viggo on Mar 12, 2021 8:46:17 GMT -8
Again, Sgt. Balek put in a query to be sure, though he expected similar results, so there was a slight pause before he replied. The platoon moving with them into the next cavern, this one holding holding marble to grenade sized crystals, though they were spread more evenly and so seemed fewre in number than the last cave.
"No ma'am, just the usual trouble with mynocks really. Smugglers avoid them, as it just draws heat their direction otherwise. Perhaps an Imperial Knight would be able to better answer your queries ma'am? It wouldn't be much trouble to track one down, if you like. Otherwise it's mostly just a nice stroll with some pretty rocks down here."
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Post by Annelise Sitar on Mar 29, 2021 8:41:53 GMT -8
Annelise cannon hid the disappointment from her face. She knew it was a long shot but she had hoped. The Grand Moff had a... distrust of most organized Force users. Annelise could understand it, but wasn't in agreement. There was no way the Grand Moff would approve a request for a Knight for an exploratory investigation, Annelise would need something concrete to get the Grand Moff to make that request. She then smiled, content to enjoy the walk. The caves were peaceful. She was surprised and the smuggler influence here.
You make it seem that smugglers are a constant threat, I would think the planet's relative isolation would help to dissuade smugglers from appearing.
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