Felucia's Open Terrain

Nearby, through a thicket of the bizarre flora that populated Felucia, a humanoid silhouette was sitting with legs crossed and hands placed on its knees. It was completely still. A little bit of golden light, specked with flakes of pollin and dust, shone on it.
That silhouette belonged to the Chronicler, though he had another name. His white, gauze cloak encased him and covered his head with a veil of shadows. Of course he had heard the noises that echoed throughout the area. But he did not concern himself with petty war and fighting. Such stresses could break his concentration.

Hesper sat among the shadows of the giant fungi, her eyes glowed a brilliant hue of blue as she watched the Darksider walk towards her. A moment before he reached her, he turned to walk elsewhere. The Jedi scowled- was he playing a game with her? A gentle breeze blew through the treeless forest, but it did nothing to stop the beads of sweat that formed on her brow. The air around them seemed to change, it thickened and grew more dense.

Something was coming.

She waited.

Suddenly, she felt it, a series of explosions rang through the sky as a burning transport ship hurled itself through Felucia's atmosphere. A long trail of black smoke bellowed out from the end of the burning craft.

Another explosion was felt. A wing flew off of the crashing ship and fell into the giant fungi. Then she heard it. It was a low wail that ran throughout the forest, an ancient cry that caused the very ground beneath her feet to rattle and shake.

"BUN tyen-shung duh ee-DWAY-RO." She cursed under her breath.

She didn't have time to react, she slipped out of stealth and dove into the bushes for cover. A moment or two passed her by unabated. An uneasy silence descended upon the forest as she peeked her head up from her hands.

She closed her eyes and focused on the other lightsided presence in the forest to speak to him through the Force.

"<To Chronicler>Sorry, Old Friend. My saber was destroyed thanks to his sentry gun. I will not be able to fight him as well as you can. Please keep him entertained while I search for survivors."

She rose to her feet slowly and began to back away, being exceptionally careful not to attract the Darksider's attention. When she was certain that she had escaped his hearing range, she turned and ran towards the crash site.

A trail of smoldering debris lead her straight to the burned-out shuttle.  She looked down and shook her head as she reached to touch one of the passengers on the ground.  It was one of a man who appeared to have been thrown out of the ship upon impact.  His body was grotesquely contorted at an unnatural angle, and his face was frozen in a moment of agony.

"I'm sorry, Old Friend.  Force watch over you."

She reached out with her mind, locating wherever the other Jedi was in the forest.

"<To Chronicler>There was an accident, a terrible accident.  There are no survivors here.  I will return, together we will deal with his Darksider."

A sonic boom filled Jud's auditory senses, halting the ancient Sith's advance towards his erstwhile prey. Jud's eye went skyward to watch the last fiery moment's of a transport's descent to the world below. "What in the seven voids of Bogan?" Jud murmured, as he followed the cloying plume of smoke cross overhead, until the resounding thunderclap of impact echoed through the mega-fungi around him.

It was odd, his being here in the first place...

After landing specifically out in the middle of nowhere - to make sure that he wouldn't be bothered - he'd come across not one but TWO Force sensitives, and NOW he had a downed transport no more than a half a click away from his position. Jud snarled at the unfortunate turn of events. He had no time for further distractions, his time already was short. "Dust off, and get as far away from this area as possible." The Sith spoke into his wrist-comm, just before the Simic's thrusters ignited and the shuttle was airborne.

Jud gave the shuttle one last look before turning back towards the shrouded confines of the fungi forest. His leering eye scouring the darkness for the Force signatures from before. "No time..." Jud murmured to himself, feeling one of the two signatures (Hesper) move off in the direction of the crash. "I must be off." The Sith intoned into the darkness, with a whimsical bow towards the one remaining Force signature (Chronicler). "We'll finish this off at another time, I suppose." Jud shrugged, as he started out in the direction of the Jedi Base.   

The meditating Chronicler had clearly heard the several messages telepathically sent to him.
As he noticed the dark aura of Jud'dayas recede, he calmly removed his hand from the bandolier of weapons hidden in his ragtag cloak.
'I believe the threat has been nullified,' he responded to Hesper through his thoughts. He was referring to the dark warrior that had been pursuing them just moments ago. The voice that could be heard in her head did not sound like the Chronicler's, as he was still cautious- rather, it came out as another voice, as to be determined by Hesper's interpretation. Perhaps it was the voice of her conscience, or maybe her own voice.

(I see that Hesper's previous post is in-progress. Please consider this as a response to the post in which Lord Jud'dayus reacted to the falling freighter.)

Her leather boots barely touched the grass as she sprinted forward with the tiny Kushiban in her arms.  A sense of urgency came over her.  She felt the Kushiban grow weaker in her arms.  She couldn't wait for the other Jedi to respond.  She did her best to heal his wounds while she ran through the forest of towering fungi.   She didn't know where to go, only that the Force was guiding her towards a place that had a strange feeling of familiarity around it.

"There..." she muttered under her breath.  She saw the towers and high walls of the Jedi Temple in the distance.


Little One, you are safe." She spoke to him through the Force, but she didn't know if he could hear her. Whenever she had the chance, she looked down to stroke his fur. She had heard stories that some creatures found being stroked to be soothing.

The young, cloaked man that sat in meditation had had just about enough of the alterations in the Force surrounding him. The Chronicler had made note of the craft that bulleted loudly from the murky golden sky that clung above him only minutes ago, and he sensed a very powerful disturbance, as if several creatures were crying out in terror at once. It seemed that only one or two of the freighter's unfortunate passengers had survived. It was difficult to discern between the possibilities, even for the Chronicler; the signature he sensed was strong enough to match either a few ordinary sentient beings, or that of a single Force-sensitive... likely still developing and maturing.
The results of this cogitation, ironically stemming from the interruption of his own previous pondering, led him to fabricate a possible and probable scenario. Said scenario could explain, though not elucidate, the several disturbances in the Force that... disturbed... the Chronicler's meditation.
The first and perhaps the most likely event that he could imagine is that a single youngling or weak Force-user, likely the lone survivor of the starship wreck, was under attack by the Sith warrior that he had encountered (if it can be called an 'encounter') before. This theory was supported by that Sith's sudden disappearance earlier.
The second situation, just as likely as the other, played out in the Chronicler's mind as follows:
The ship crashed, et cetera, and the survivor was discovered by the Jedi that contacted him earlier. She was a Jedi, after all, so it was likely she would be doing everything possible to help the hypothetical youngling heal his hypothetical wounds.
No matter the case, the Chronicler came to the realization that any minute more that he sat and waited was another minute that fueled the situation's potential to become a legitimate threat to someone.
He stood up from his place in the soft clay ground, his gauze cloak partially crusted with mud, and extended his mind to the plants in front of him that locked him in the thicket. Gracefully, the flora responded by dancing to the sides of the organic walls, and allowed the man a passage, through which he hastily walked. He didn't care about masking anything about himself at the moment. He wasn't a threat, supposedly, and in a way it wouldn't matter... there were plenty more creatures around that could cause harm, though nowhere near as powerful as himself.
The shadowy Chronicler, unintentionally hidden (though very weakly) by the darkness of the surrounding flora and foliage, stomped through the clay and mud toward the source of the Force that he was detecting: the Temple that had been built on Felucia. It was the home of a few artifacts of the Force as well, bolstering its effect as a beacon.
It wasn't long before at least a woman cradling a small, furry creature, came into view. The Chronicler was certain that these were the beings that had attracted him, and it was very likely that the unkempt woman was the Jedi who had spoken to him.
Either by confusion on how to proceed, or a subconscious desire to observe the duo as they did whatever they did before he decided to proceed- and the Chronicler himself wasn't sure- he stood between several plants that visually hid him from the Jedi.