Felucia's Open Terrain

Terra giggled along with Arela, and for a moment, Morgan almost sounded like her brother whenever he got embarrassed or tongue tied about something. Well, they were siblings after all, so maybe it wasn't so surprising. Turning back to Arela, she noticed that the white haried woman was blushing a little, but then she said she wasn't bothered by Terra's lack of clothes. Terra also thought that maybe neither of them seemed to mind as much because they were both female, and she supposed that was part of it.

She smiled."Maybe you're right."She was glad that Arela wasn't bothered, as she didn't feel like putting her clothes back on. At least not right now.

*So now the subject was Arela asking what kind of species she was. Had she really forgotten species names? Wait, she couldn't have, or she wouldn't have known that Morgan and Terra were humans... Morgan frowned. Sure, she knew Felucians because Morgan had named them, but no one mentioned humans. So how did Arela not know her own species? The ears and the hair... Morgan was sure those were traits of some known species, but she couldn't name it. Frowning sadly, she shook her head.*
I don't know... I wish I did. Maybe we can find out when we got back to the base.
*Her frown then turned curious.*
So how do you know we're humans but you don't know your own species?

Terra shrugged, thinking that anything was a possibility at this point in time. In any case, they could probably find some more answers tomorrow, either at the crash site or at the Jedi base. She was about to say something when she smelled the familiar smell of cooked boar meat, and she wondered if it was ready to eat yet.

Her stomach growled."Maybe...I'm sorry I don't have more answers...ooh I'm getting hungry..."

*Morgan grinned when Arela declared that it was "really good," then asked her to thank the Felucians for her. Morgan giggled and called out in Felucian to the crowd; they seemed to enjoy hearing about outsiders enjoying their hospitality. For Morgan, it was hard to say whether she enjoyed this food or food that was prepared back at the base more, but there was definitely nothing wrong with the Felucian food, though she wondered what it would've been like if prepared with some of the seasonings that most people used...

When they were finished, Morgan set her leaf on the ground and folded her knees up to her chest, wrapping her arms around her legs and resting her chin on her knees. She glanced around at the village, sometimes up at the clear night sky, then felt a yawn coming on. She tried to restrain it to little avail, and squeaked as she normally did after a yawn, then looked down at her toes then up at Arela.*
Are you still tired or do you want to talk some more?

*Sleep, it seemed, was the preferred choice of both Arela and Terra. Well, Morgan was a little tired herself, even though many children, no doubt having finished their own meal, were starting to crowd around her and chatter about playing a game of ball. Unfortunately, Morgan had to turn them down, but when they all looked and sounded so disappointed, she began having second thoughts, though knew what she had to do right now. She stood to her feet and addressed her human companions.*
I think I know, but I'll go find out for sure.
*It didn't take her long to locate Ch'lonna and soon after her mother, who revealed that she'd already had mats set aside for Morgan and her guests. Morgan thanked her, then returned to where Arela and Terra were, reporting this and the information that Terra's dress would be ready by the morning. She then would show them the hut where they would be able to sleep for the night, on soft, spongy mats.

But Morgan would not yet sleep. She left the hut to surprise the children with the announcement that she would stay up a little longer and play with them, much to their delight. She may have already been a little tired, but she didn't want to let them down, especially when she wouldn't be staying too long; one of these days she'd take a few days trip into the jungle and stay at the village for a couple of days. So she and the children ran, played ball, even played in the river.

Finally, Morgan and Ch'lonna made their way to the hut, Morgan slightly exhausted and knowing she'd sleep very well that night. In the morning, well, there was a new adventure awaiting them...*

Sweat trickled off of Hester Calix's brow as she made her way through the forest.  Hours had passed by since she had landed in Kway Teow, but she knew that this was not the time to rest.  There was something lurking on this planet that had called to her from across the galaxy.  It was a feeling so strong that she had left her sanctuary on Kuat to journey to this place.

It was hot.  The trees themselves seemed to be sweating, as well.  Thick, amber-coloured sap dripped from pores on their trunks that formed a sickeningly sweet-smelling liquid.  The carcasses of rodents, insects and spiders were suspended in the hardened sap.  Hesper paused for a moment to inspect it.  She reached out with her hand, but stopped. 

"There's something wrong with these trees."

There was something strange about this place.  There was a dark aura that lingered in between the trees.  

Was she sensing someone approaching or was it the unmistakable feeling of foreboding?  Hesper looked behind her towards the trees and narrowed her eyes.  This was not the time or place for a fight.  She quickly slipped her hood over her head, and moved quickly through the tangled underbrush of wild shrubs and gnarled roots towards what looked like a structure of some sort.

"A ship?"

Hesper pulled back into the shadow of the trees.  The ship's engines were still pulsating exhaust into the air.  Whomever had landed her had come recently.  She narrowed her eyes as she studied the vessel, it bore few markings that gave her an identity of the ship's owner, and the design of it was unlike anything she had seen before.  Her sapphire eyes flashed a deep shade of emerald as she scanned the surrounding areas for its owner.  

"Nothing, not a living soul inside of that ship."

Was the pilot dead?  She thought to herself, but the ship bore no outward signs of recent conflict.  It merely looked like the ship had landed there. Even more puzzling, the exit ramp was still extended.  It looked like the pilot had stepped off of the ship and disappeared into oblivion.  

Hesper looked around cautiously and decided to approach the vessel.  She thought of hiding her presence in the Force, but the idea of it quickly faded when she realized that the trees themselves had their own strange energy about them that distorted her own senses.  

She paused and looked up.  

The clearing where the ship had landed was her first opportunity to examine the upper canopy of the trees.  She stood by the ship and stared.

What she had thought to have been trees were not trees at all!  Instead, they were giant fungi with heads so large that they could easily dwarf the ship beside her.  

"That cannot be a good sign."