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Tychicus had found her way to this vivid, bright and dense planet purely on instinct and intuition. She had heard through murmurs and hear-say that a Dark Temple of the Force existed here. Here on Conscio. Equipped with her Vibroblade, her knives, and her ambition. She had a vague concept of the Force, she was adept enough to know how it worked, but novice enough to have only a rough control. Rough enough where she could shake an object, and see a very vague outline of things to come, but nothing more.
She had heard so much, heard of great powers through the Force, and even greater devastation. She wanted it all. Tych wanted to control the fabric of time, and rewrite the stories in her image.
Stumbling through the deep dense Forests, she encountered a creature. A docile looking being that had a long spear-like beak, a round pudgy fluffy body, and small yet agile feet. It was feeding on something in the ground, probably worms and grubbs.
Tur did her best to walk around the thing, but as she tried a large feline spring out of the trees and in one fell swoop, ended the life of the defenseless puff. The feline was large, had very large tusks extending out of its mouth and deep red stripes across its forest green fur. At that moment Tych's heart skipped a beat and as if the feline felt it himself, it turned toward Tych and sprang forward. She had to fight for her life.
With a fluid motion she closed her eyes and drew the blade from her back, slicing one hard slash infront of her. When she opened her eyes the feline had a tusk severed, and it was snarling from rage. It pounced once more and as if she had lost control of her own body the pointed her blade forward and at the last possible second, she jerked it to the side and upon opening her eyes saw the feline laying lifeless on the ground with a large deep gash lacerating the top of its head.
She breathed a sigh of relief, and took forward. After nearly a kilometer more of the deep forest, the thickness subsided and she came across a large benevolent structure. One that she could... well... feel. This had to be the Temple. With a deep breathe she drew her blade once more and took her first step onto the structure...
She had heard so much, heard of great powers through the Force, and even greater devastation. She wanted it all. Tych wanted to control the fabric of time, and rewrite the stories in her image.
Stumbling through the deep dense Forests, she encountered a creature. A docile looking being that had a long spear-like beak, a round pudgy fluffy body, and small yet agile feet. It was feeding on something in the ground, probably worms and grubbs.
Tur did her best to walk around the thing, but as she tried a large feline spring out of the trees and in one fell swoop, ended the life of the defenseless puff. The feline was large, had very large tusks extending out of its mouth and deep red stripes across its forest green fur. At that moment Tych's heart skipped a beat and as if the feline felt it himself, it turned toward Tych and sprang forward. She had to fight for her life.
With a fluid motion she closed her eyes and drew the blade from her back, slicing one hard slash infront of her. When she opened her eyes the feline had a tusk severed, and it was snarling from rage. It pounced once more and as if she had lost control of her own body the pointed her blade forward and at the last possible second, she jerked it to the side and upon opening her eyes saw the feline laying lifeless on the ground with a large deep gash lacerating the top of its head.
She breathed a sigh of relief, and took forward. After nearly a kilometer more of the deep forest, the thickness subsided and she came across a large benevolent structure. One that she could... well... feel. This had to be the Temple. With a deep breathe she drew her blade once more and took her first step onto the structure...