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Kalanda had spent a lifetime away from the ties of her past. The events of Ilum had shaken the young woman to her core, caused her to flee as far as she could from that which tormented her so deeply. But that was years ago. She wasn't that young scared woman any longer, no, she had grown past that. The chains of the old life which had so throughly torn into her being, haunted her waking her waking hours had been broken. In its place, she had found a freedom she never dreamed of. It was for that reason alone she would seek to make amends of her past, try and fix the wrongs she had done. She still walked in the dark, it's influence would never be lost on her, but she wasn't Sith; nor would she ever be. It was for that reason she had come here, to a world beyond her sight, beyond her dreams. It was a world inhabited by two people whom she had nothing but hate for. Nothing but loathing. But that was so long ago, the fires of hate had long since cooled, and now it merely burned like a small collection of embers. She bore these two no ill any longer, which was entirely why she had come here.
With her ship touching down several dozen meters away, Kalanda strode down the ramp, her plain robes flapping in the breeze as nightfall was laying seige to this backwater world. The force had guided her hand to this place, and the Ichor had served as her compass. Sakadi still lived, though she had taken the path of exile, and Kalanda had a sneak suspicion that Mid would be here as well. She took in a breath, hand extended as she conjured forth a blade and sheathed it in the empty scabbard at her side. There was a chance this meeting might not go over well, so she best be prepared. Not attempting to hide her aura, Kalanda would begin her walk, curious where the end of this road would lead her. This had been a long time coming.
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