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Ariadne felt the uncertain ground beneath her feet. The mud sucked at her boots, clinging desperately and hoping to drag her deeper with every step. She'd known a few people who'd lost things to the endless swamps and strangling muck of Dubrava and she didn't intend to join them. Instead, she...

Despite the fact that it made her uneasy, Ariadne left Padawan Friers to escort the older Zabrak back. Better for the Knights to deal with the freaky shit, right? Still, it niggled at her as she walked with Edaara, following the eerie mass of flesh at what seemed like a safe distance...

The initial wave of triumph that washed over Ariadne quickly fizzled as the cultists lowered their weapons, only to start plunging blades into their stomachs. She gasped, frozen in wide-eyed shock as they moved as one in ritualistic suicide. Fortunately, a couple of the others had been quicker...

As they left the cantina and turned towards the marshlands, Ariadne shrugged in reply. "My navigational aptitude is based entirely in space. I've been here plenty of times," she shared, "but one bit of boggy, murky marshland looks much the same as another in my experience." She neglected to...

Ariadne was feeling plenty smug about her grenade plan when it exploded and doused a lot of the walking dead in hardening form. She grinned in triumph, feeling a rush of victory. It lasted for a good few seconds before the dead started their next plan. First, they hammered against the foam...

Ariadne nearly tumbled over with the grip of her ankles. If it wasn't for her fellow Knight, she would've done so. Just before she teetered over, she felt the push of something holding her up, acting as a counter to the strong, dead hands below. The hands were quickly removed by Edaara...

The Force blasted and swelled around the freed captive and Ariadne as the other attacker scattered the cultists. Now the battlefield was chaos, with fleeing prisoners and cult members scattering into the darkness. The woman hung close to Ariadne, begging to find her son. "Fine... fine, I'll...

Ariadne was just about ready to call the whole thing off when the Zabrak yelped and started rambling about the hand twitching. She mimed a drinking motion to the other Jedi, but she wasn't certain that they'd seen it. They were too busy actually trying to humour the obviously-drunk guy's...

Ariadne noticed the new addition as she slipped into the back room. She returned the nod, presuming it was Knight Demici. She knew little of other Jedi and she'd certainly never met her before. What she'd heard was always complimentary, as well as talk about her more noble demeanour. What...

Ariadne stood around, leaning on a shovel as she watched the other knight deal with the questions. This is such a load of hot bullshiiiiiiiit she thought, checking her nails as the other two tried to deal with the local yokel. Join the Jedi, I thought. See the Galaxy, live for adventure, do...

The blaster shots rang true. The fanatic fell to the ground and suddenly, the ritual was cut short. There were a couple of seconds of frozen shock as Ariadne moved through the darkness, making her worry. If they listened, if they looked carefully, no doubt they'd find her. She was saved by...

Alzoc III. Bring warm clothes and a weapon. The message'd been brief, but accurate. Alzoc III was easily one of the coldest worlds Ariadne had ever set foot on. Wrapped up in her thermal coat, fingers clad in thick gloves... even her tail was twitching with the cold. They had lucked out...

The rumours had flown thick and fast on Jakku. Secret meetings. Strange markings. Missing people. All the hallmarks of a cult... and Ariadne was becoming something of an expert at those. Another sparse world. Another spate of disappearances. Another group of malcontents. If she was a...

They called Dubrava the armpit hole of the Galaxy. Ariadne often wondered what an armpit hole was, before deciding that she didn't need to think about it much more. What Dubrava actually was ended up being more important: a sparsely populated planet covered in humid, sticky swamps. Ariadne...