Recent content by Miya Af Ath

"Then I wish you luck with that," Miya relayed to Natalie, her tone halfway between sarcasm and blatant uncaring. In a beat she stepped upon the pedestal in the center of the chamber, and with a breath the Force propelled her from the ground. She flew through the port in the ceiling—the floor of...

There was apprehension surrounding Miya. She had hoped that Natalie would not sense her, but found her calm reply reassuring. She had not played the full contents of the holocron, keeping instead the rest of the information to herself. She would study it back on her ship, when she made it that...

"What the fuck is wrong with you?" Miya asked, painfully simply. Her attention was turned back to the holocron, and here she channeled what little more of the Force she needed to in order to activate the opened device. It pulsed once, a flash of red light taking over the room, and before them...

The planet was a vast scape of rolling hills of rock and soil. There were many temples, or sites of meditation here. None could say for certain where the source of any one particular tremor in the Force would be found ... but a darkness was particularly close, if one could reach out to follow...

"Open it?" Mi raised a brow. "I wouldn't expect a Jedi to wish a holocron such as this to be tampered with." She peered at Natalie now, seeming to size her up in this terse moment. Looking up and down, and then back to the pyramid in her hand, she would allow the dark side to take hold over the...

She had not forgotten the peace of this place. Miya had not lived the life that she had imagined when she was taken by the Order. From a child she was told grand things about the Galaxy and the Force that bound it all together. With pride she had risen amongst her peers, and with curiosity she...

In a moment the rumbling stopped. The room became still, and the echoes that had been present, felt through the obelisks, faded to a dull murmur. There was quiet. Miya looked at Natalie, and opened her mouth as if to speak. She said nothing though, and a moment later the room began to move once...

"Probably," Miya answered simply as she strode from the platform in the center of the larger chamber, headed for one of the obelisks opposite Natalie. "But why hide them?" she asked. "Not merely for protection; the temple itself is well-fortified enough." She thought aloud, the math simply not...

"Fine," Miya huffed and removed her hand from her side of the wall. Deftly she drifted to the opposite side, and allowed her palm to meet one of the symbols that were glowing there. For a minute or so she took turns laying her hands upon the various markings, feeling their history and that...

So many memories, Miya thought, have passed from this place. It was a sobering thought. That once a temple so vast and intricate as this would one day be a ruin buried in the depths of some jungle, known only by the whispers of the bugs on Ruuria as a relic of a time where others shared this...

The lightsaber was lifted high above Miya's head, carried as some form of spectral torch in order to light the way. For a moment or so, this was sufficient, until such time that its role was deemed superfluous by the light that had been called upon by Natalie. Turning to face her, the darksider...

"Mhm," Miya sounded simply, brushing off the comment with a roll of the eyes. She kept an eye on Natalie, not certain if she was unaware of the intricacies of this place, or if she simply did not care at all. She presumed that the Jedi was here more to keep an eye on her than the place. Either...

"You aren't funny, if that's what you're asking," she replied dryly. Mi was quick to lead on from the chamber, and did not waste any time idling around the lesser chambers or smaller halls. This place was large, and she felt more pressed for time with a Jedi at her back. She kept her distance...

At Natalie's first statement, Miya snickered. Only once, though, and she was not facing the other woman, so no hint of a smile could be detected in that moment. She turned eventually, striding toward the Sentinel as she saw with the Force what was hidden and long forgotten. Her arms came to...

Miya scrunched her nose and ignored Natalie's sarcasm. "What an honor I befell," she answered dryly; sarcasm of her own making, though clearly in less of a playful manner to the other woman's. Quietly then she marched on, eyes upon everything that was not the Jedi now. The overgrowth, and the...