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The landing claws grasped at empty sky as the Arbiter began its final approach to the enclave at Thyferra. Repulsorlifts hissed as the ship began dropping speed, dumping thin jets of burning plasma into the atmosphere to slow its descent.
It's long, sleek hull was scarred from battle, and the shade insignia, carefully worked into an Arkanian trade logo was faded from exposure to foreign suns. The sky was dark, as the night had recently fallen. The ship was a new constellation of bright stars, winking in and out of existence as the thrusters made final adjusments to course and alignment.
Docking arms lifted out of the hangar bay, to snag a ship of the Arbiter's size and snag her into the storage gantry, since the Arbiter was not meant to stay overlong on mere landing skids.
Guidance lights blinked on, new arrays of green and red, matching up docking hooks and gantries, fuel lines and supply ramps; a graceful dance of machinery and science. The machinery had been custom built on the funds of a man recently dead. A knight, recently dead. His ship was one of his few passions.
Rascha knew that well, as she had been the last to speak with him, before his death.
She stared out of the bridge viewports, at the stone walls of the hangar, now hidden from outside view, since the bay doors had closed. She wasn't even sure what she was doing here.
Taking the advice of a man she had known a mere three months? Who had suffered mortal injury in the course of destroying her entire world? Or perhaps, freeing her from her own personal hell...
Rascha gave her head a minute shake. She wasn't even sure what to think anymore, which was why she was here. There was too much she still needed to learn, about the galaxy, and about the force.
Hopefully, this place would provide answers, instead of more questions...
Hopefully, the sight of a dead shade knight's ship being brought in by someone else wouldn't get her killed...
Shaking the thought away, Rascha stood, and strode from the bridge, to the port entry hatch, reaching out with the force to lock the bridge controls. She wanted one way out, one asset that was hers alone. Her master's final words still wrung in her ears. "Trust nothing at face value. Not even the shade. Trust in the force, before all others."
Steeling herself, she keyed open the port hatch, and stepped out onto the walkway, to see this temple of Thyferra for herself.
It's long, sleek hull was scarred from battle, and the shade insignia, carefully worked into an Arkanian trade logo was faded from exposure to foreign suns. The sky was dark, as the night had recently fallen. The ship was a new constellation of bright stars, winking in and out of existence as the thrusters made final adjusments to course and alignment.
Docking arms lifted out of the hangar bay, to snag a ship of the Arbiter's size and snag her into the storage gantry, since the Arbiter was not meant to stay overlong on mere landing skids.
Guidance lights blinked on, new arrays of green and red, matching up docking hooks and gantries, fuel lines and supply ramps; a graceful dance of machinery and science. The machinery had been custom built on the funds of a man recently dead. A knight, recently dead. His ship was one of his few passions.
Rascha knew that well, as she had been the last to speak with him, before his death.
She stared out of the bridge viewports, at the stone walls of the hangar, now hidden from outside view, since the bay doors had closed. She wasn't even sure what she was doing here.
Taking the advice of a man she had known a mere three months? Who had suffered mortal injury in the course of destroying her entire world? Or perhaps, freeing her from her own personal hell...
Rascha gave her head a minute shake. She wasn't even sure what to think anymore, which was why she was here. There was too much she still needed to learn, about the galaxy, and about the force.
Hopefully, this place would provide answers, instead of more questions...
Hopefully, the sight of a dead shade knight's ship being brought in by someone else wouldn't get her killed...
Shaking the thought away, Rascha stood, and strode from the bridge, to the port entry hatch, reaching out with the force to lock the bridge controls. She wanted one way out, one asset that was hers alone. Her master's final words still wrung in her ears. "Trust nothing at face value. Not even the shade. Trust in the force, before all others."
Steeling herself, she keyed open the port hatch, and stepped out onto the walkway, to see this temple of Thyferra for herself.