“Warrior-like men, witches — this place is all kinds of fun.”
― Anakin Skywalker
The mission was as straightforward – albeit not easy. And there was a distinction. A sizeable one. The echoes of the event on Dathomir were still being heard. The Jedi – and no doubt the Sith – sensed a need to recover the Wayfinder and the Holocron that contain the knowledge of The Entity that lives beyond the Outer Reaches of the known galaxy.
So, Fiach was en route to two (until recently) hidden chambers within the Zeffo tombs of Dathomir. Not with a specific expectation of recovering anything – but to see what was there and either take what was useful, or cross off the list the site as a possible source.
Fiach stared at the mottled, multicoloured world of Dathomir through the forward viewport. Even from this distance, she could sense both Light and Dark emanating from the planet.
Half an hour later, she stood on the parking field of the what must have passed for a spaceport. No, spaceport was way too generous a term. It was a broad, sunny field, grassy in some spots, muddy in others, with thruster scorch marks here and there. Dull grey permacrete domes, most of them clearly prefabricated, dotted the field; the largest was some sort of administrative building, the smaller ones hangars for vehicles no larger than shuttles. A tall mesh durasteel fence surrounded the complex, elevated watchtowers dotting its length, and Fiach could see the wiring leading to one of the permacrete domes that marked it as electrified.
The spaceport facilities offered little shade, so as she stood in the darkness cast by her ship, even without the heat of direct sunlight, the moist, windless air was as oppressive as a blanket.
Then she unloaded a speeder bike and awaited the rest of the party. The last part of the journey would be relatively swift but travelling through the rain forest would be uncomfortable. The air was so dense, so moist, that even roaring through it at speeder bike velocity wouldn’t bring any physical relief.
And there was a second worry on her mind. The forest teemed with life, life that poured its energy into the Force, too much to catalogue. Ancient trees and new vines, creeping predators and alert prey. And at the pinnacle of the food chain…rancors.
@Indy Sati @Felix @Altina Tiramara
― Anakin Skywalker
The mission was as straightforward – albeit not easy. And there was a distinction. A sizeable one. The echoes of the event on Dathomir were still being heard. The Jedi – and no doubt the Sith – sensed a need to recover the Wayfinder and the Holocron that contain the knowledge of The Entity that lives beyond the Outer Reaches of the known galaxy.
So, Fiach was en route to two (until recently) hidden chambers within the Zeffo tombs of Dathomir. Not with a specific expectation of recovering anything – but to see what was there and either take what was useful, or cross off the list the site as a possible source.
Fiach stared at the mottled, multicoloured world of Dathomir through the forward viewport. Even from this distance, she could sense both Light and Dark emanating from the planet.
Half an hour later, she stood on the parking field of the what must have passed for a spaceport. No, spaceport was way too generous a term. It was a broad, sunny field, grassy in some spots, muddy in others, with thruster scorch marks here and there. Dull grey permacrete domes, most of them clearly prefabricated, dotted the field; the largest was some sort of administrative building, the smaller ones hangars for vehicles no larger than shuttles. A tall mesh durasteel fence surrounded the complex, elevated watchtowers dotting its length, and Fiach could see the wiring leading to one of the permacrete domes that marked it as electrified.
The spaceport facilities offered little shade, so as she stood in the darkness cast by her ship, even without the heat of direct sunlight, the moist, windless air was as oppressive as a blanket.
Then she unloaded a speeder bike and awaited the rest of the party. The last part of the journey would be relatively swift but travelling through the rain forest would be uncomfortable. The air was so dense, so moist, that even roaring through it at speeder bike velocity wouldn’t bring any physical relief.
And there was a second worry on her mind. The forest teemed with life, life that poured its energy into the Force, too much to catalogue. Ancient trees and new vines, creeping predators and alert prey. And at the pinnacle of the food chain…rancors.
@Indy Sati @Felix @Altina Tiramara