KRO VAR
0715 hours local time
The landing ramp began to open and Dash was immediately hit by the heat of Kro Var. Striding down, he looked up uncertainly, breathing in the hot, acrid air. The familiar volcano towering above them had livened up from his last visit, breathing fire on the summit and spitting molten rock into the sky.
This place seemed the most unlikely imaginable to feed his powers, but his mentor had been clear. The nexus lay deep below the mountain, slumbering for centuries since her fall. If Dash could reach it, she had promised him that everything would change.
He shifted uneasily in his armour, already too much in the heat. He had worn little more than shorts and boots last time he was here, but he dismissed the memory. Dash had come to Kro Var to get away from his troubles and focus instead on the only other thing that mattered him; the truth of his unique powers. Reaching his goal would be dangerous and the armour was a necessity.
The Winter Casket was safe in his pack slung across his back and the Rhinnalian's lightsaber hung at his hip. Dash hoped not to need his weapon. He had seen neither man or beast on his last trip, aside from the golem Jadis had left to guard her legacy. She had assured him he was strong enough in the Force to overcome any remaining wards and, in any event, he had not come alone.
Jadis had insisted he meditate for much of the journey, marshalling his strength. Dash had therefore needed another, someone with the skill and grit to pilot the ship and help him deal with any obstacles. Discretion too was key. He could not trust another Jedi, given the risks in what he planned; he could already hear what Hera and the others would say.
But Dash had always been creative. He knew a pirate after all, one with martial skill and only too willing to help a young Jedi Knight with a deeply personal venture.
"You ready Michael?"
@Black Noise