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Ottethan, a jungle planet, a rancor planet. Half of her wanted to relay the planet to her new friends of Rancor Squadron, the other have wanted to give the planet location to Kai. It was near Jedi space, and so would probably be better off in Rancor Squadron hands. As much as Param tried to...

A slaver underground. That’s all Mytaranor was. There was even a council born from the booming slave trade that happened on the planet. Param was after the head of the snake; she was after the council and it’s hordes of slavers that refused to see the lives they were taking. Param exited her...

Param stumbled into the warehouse. The thelassian that had shoved her stepped in after, shoving her again. With her hands bound behind her back, Param fell to her knees on the hard duracrete floor, wincing from the pain that shot up her thighs. More thelassians followed the shover, each holding...

Wanderers hear a lot of whispers if they knew where to listen. Traveling the shipping lanes and handling smugglers trafficking sentient beings, it was pretty easy for Param to pick up on the rumors of attacks against villages, hunting parties, fishing parties, and attacks in general on Naos III...

To most, Spintir was probably just a backwater world filled with farms and Imperials. A peaceful planet rife for cultivating crops, taming animals, and the occasional run in with someone in a spiffy uniform. For Param the planet meant a little more. It was here on this planet that she was able...

Even in the winter months, Eshan still collected refugees from all around the galaxy like moths to a flame. The echani have long held a neutral stance, give or a take a couple years sprinkled throughout their history; it was the perfect place to get back on one’s feet and escape the wars that...

Why had he been there? Why didn’t he run when the pagoda burned to the ground, and the garden turned to poisoned ash? This stupid man. The corners of Param’s makeup-less lips curved upwards in a somber smile. Gemini didn’t deserve to be in the hospital bed instead of her. She had needed some...

The mountains of Eshan were a spectacle to behold, especially in early winter. The snow capped peaks were as bright as most echani were naked in sunlight. Param knew that first hand, though now she was far more tanned from daily doses of a salon. No matter how many times she dyed her hair brown...

“I’ll never understand why you dyed your hair,” Enda said. “And you’re so tanned now too.” Param finished weaving her brunette dyed hair into a braided crown before turning a silver gaze to the echani woman. It was not secret what Param had gone through; showing up to Eshan eyes full of tears...

Troiken was feeling less and less like a home to Param. Granted, despite what many thought she wasn’t the ruler of Troiken. Troiken was a self-governing planet loosely ruled by the Sith. Most of what wasn’t taken by the Hutts was sent to the Order from the spice mines. Only a fraction was...

Param needed help. She was wearing something casual, her heels clicking across the floor in the Academy on Umbara. She hated this place. It was always so dark, and the plants that grew weren’t as colorful as the ones that would grow in sunlight. The only person that she knew that could help her...

Why were thoughts so hard? Feelings and emotions so devastatingly influential? Param had gone wandering. She needed a break from Troiken, a refuge from the Sith for a while, a vacation from her own garden. Vee had done his best to cheer her up, spending much more time perched on her shoulder...

Troiken City was busier than ever. It was odd seeing people of all sorts of species roaming around in broad daylight. Since coming into ownership of the mining operations on the planet, Param had become somewhat of a celebrity among the citizens. She worked closely with her xextos allies to...

It had been a only a couple of weeks since returning to Troiken with her chosen apprentice, Vossari. Between then and now, she had found out her former Master had disappeared without a trace, she had inherited his apprentice, Gemini- whom she'd beaten with his own weapon at the time- and that...

Troiken was where Param found herself most of the time now. Between training Vossari, tending her garden, and working her tea cafe, she didn't have much time to keep up with affairs around the galaxy. Though she found time every night to watch some holo-movies that Kai had turned her on to...

It'd been a while since Param had visited Nar Shaddaa. Despite the high-way robbery that was Master Thel taking his cut of her profits, the tea shop was doing quite well. Thankfully, it was situated right outside the starport back on Troiken which was enough of a high-traffic area to bring in...

Param didn't much care for Umbara. It was dark, not just in the Force but in light as well. The outside was covered in plants that she would never be learn to grow, and the inside of the academy here felt a shield against a planet that wanted to eat her and a prison meant to keep her inside...

The bed was soft, and warm. Like a gentle embrace of safety. Param kept her eyes closed, tucking her face into the covers. Everything was peaceful and calm and what the hell is that pain in her head? Her silver eyes shot open as she bolted upright. Where was she? How was she? Along with the...

Master Thel had left her a note with an address in the city. They'd spent quite a while on Troiken now, and this was the first time he had left a note rather than send an Xextos to find her. A lot of them were respectful, but afraid of her; Therrin was the only one she really had any sort of...

Param found herself once again on Vaynai, a tropical resort world with shallow seas. Wealthy people, most of whom were in some sort of shady business deal or two, roamed the main boulevard just outside the only starport on the planet. The best part of crime lords and mafias running on a planet...