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((OOC Note: This thread takes place hours before the skirmish does. Also, this marks my first RP in months so I've got to get back into the groove.)
He'd long since lost track of time. The days blended together and he no longer knew when he was. He knew exactly where he was but he had no idea what day it was or what was happening in the galaxy around him. With each passing day, the sky seemed to grow more tumultuous. He knew nothing for sure, though he could feel something trickling away from him and had been feeling it for a while. It wasn't his connection to the Force leaving him, it was deeper than that. It was as if something was drawing the Force away from Empress Teta. While Fyston knew it was the war, he knew not how it fared. He had been here for what seemed like forever and had arrived shortly after being freed from the Sith.
It was on his bed that he sat, cleaning his KI-11. He glanced out of the second story window, eyeing the main approach into the town. Sam was out hunting for the both of them, though Fyston would have been out with him were it not for what he had planned. It was through their hunting and a nearby stream that Fyston hadn't needed to dig too far into his rations.
He reassembled his KI-11, inserted a magazine, and chambered a round. Until Sam got back, Fy had only his KI-11, his K-6, and his lightsaber to deal with any predators, which tended to be larger than average. Their ability to mess someone up when they got close was the main reason that Fyston kept his KI-11 with him at all times when Sam was gone.
He walked downstairs and exited his house, glancing up at the sky. He didn't know how far he was from the Sage Halls but he figured that she should be here soon. He'd sent her a short, very cryptic message via tight-beam transmission from his ship. It had been the only time he activated the ship since he landed.
"The town near the clearing where you surprised me after evading me all day."
He'd long since lost track of time. The days blended together and he no longer knew when he was. He knew exactly where he was but he had no idea what day it was or what was happening in the galaxy around him. With each passing day, the sky seemed to grow more tumultuous. He knew nothing for sure, though he could feel something trickling away from him and had been feeling it for a while. It wasn't his connection to the Force leaving him, it was deeper than that. It was as if something was drawing the Force away from Empress Teta. While Fyston knew it was the war, he knew not how it fared. He had been here for what seemed like forever and had arrived shortly after being freed from the Sith.
He had first gone to Naboo to pick up supplies and patch himself up, though the former were more important. After loading his ship, the Dangerous Revenge, with supplies of both a military nature and a survival one, Fyston had planned out where he would go. During his time in Sith captivity, he had recognized the error of his prior ways. He knew he had strayed from the Light. He needed to go off of the grid, if only for the time needed to meditate and learn from his mistakes. It was for that reason that he added his name to the list of the dead from the Battle of Boonta.
With nobody looking for him, he needed a suitable place to stay. A place close enough to the Light Side of the Force that he would be influenced by it but somewhere he could hide. Tython was out, as anybody familiar with his presence would feel him. He had lived there. He had worked there. He had likely left a mark. Plus, he wanted to be away from any location where he could be easily tracked. Tython didn't receive too many unrecognized visitors and people tended to recognize ships when the owner had lived there. Too many people knew him on Tython. The Light of the Force was out, as there was nowhere he could hide. That left Coruscant and Empress Teta. Both received heavy traffic, though Fyston had done a few exercises and missions on Coruscant at one point, meaning Empress Teta was the best place for him. Granted he and Della had done an exercise or two in survival on Empress Teta, few knew him and none could identify his ship.
By disabling his running lights, using his jammers, and flying as close to the planet as possible, he had managed to get in undetected. He'd landed in a small clearing, not far from an abandoned mining town. He preferred to do his hermitage away from people and that meant the forest portion of the planet, though he didn't mind it. It meant that natural food would be easier to come by and it meant that nobody could find him unless he invited them.
It hadn't been hard to hide his ship, not with camo netting, some dirt, grass, and the like, as well as a few saplings, to convince those flying over to keep flying. It blended in perfectly and it simply looked like a big hill. By completely shutting the ship down, he avoided scanners and sensors, meaning he was invisible to those relying on technology.
From there, he settled into an abandoned home only a fourth of a mile from his ship. It was only after checking the town for anything that could cause him trouble that he unpacked, bringing a single case of rations, enough for a month, into the home on his hoversled. He also brought his KI-11 and his K-6 with him, keeping the former in his room and the latter with him at all times. With unpacking complete, the town secure, and no large predators nearby, Fyston had felt safe allowing Sam to disembark. It was then that he set to work cleansing himself and bringing himself closer to the light.
With nobody looking for him, he needed a suitable place to stay. A place close enough to the Light Side of the Force that he would be influenced by it but somewhere he could hide. Tython was out, as anybody familiar with his presence would feel him. He had lived there. He had worked there. He had likely left a mark. Plus, he wanted to be away from any location where he could be easily tracked. Tython didn't receive too many unrecognized visitors and people tended to recognize ships when the owner had lived there. Too many people knew him on Tython. The Light of the Force was out, as there was nowhere he could hide. That left Coruscant and Empress Teta. Both received heavy traffic, though Fyston had done a few exercises and missions on Coruscant at one point, meaning Empress Teta was the best place for him. Granted he and Della had done an exercise or two in survival on Empress Teta, few knew him and none could identify his ship.
By disabling his running lights, using his jammers, and flying as close to the planet as possible, he had managed to get in undetected. He'd landed in a small clearing, not far from an abandoned mining town. He preferred to do his hermitage away from people and that meant the forest portion of the planet, though he didn't mind it. It meant that natural food would be easier to come by and it meant that nobody could find him unless he invited them.
It hadn't been hard to hide his ship, not with camo netting, some dirt, grass, and the like, as well as a few saplings, to convince those flying over to keep flying. It blended in perfectly and it simply looked like a big hill. By completely shutting the ship down, he avoided scanners and sensors, meaning he was invisible to those relying on technology.
From there, he settled into an abandoned home only a fourth of a mile from his ship. It was only after checking the town for anything that could cause him trouble that he unpacked, bringing a single case of rations, enough for a month, into the home on his hoversled. He also brought his KI-11 and his K-6 with him, keeping the former in his room and the latter with him at all times. With unpacking complete, the town secure, and no large predators nearby, Fyston had felt safe allowing Sam to disembark. It was then that he set to work cleansing himself and bringing himself closer to the light.
It was on his bed that he sat, cleaning his KI-11. He glanced out of the second story window, eyeing the main approach into the town. Sam was out hunting for the both of them, though Fyston would have been out with him were it not for what he had planned. It was through their hunting and a nearby stream that Fyston hadn't needed to dig too far into his rations.
He reassembled his KI-11, inserted a magazine, and chambered a round. Until Sam got back, Fy had only his KI-11, his K-6, and his lightsaber to deal with any predators, which tended to be larger than average. Their ability to mess someone up when they got close was the main reason that Fyston kept his KI-11 with him at all times when Sam was gone.
He walked downstairs and exited his house, glancing up at the sky. He didn't know how far he was from the Sage Halls but he figured that she should be here soon. He'd sent her a short, very cryptic message via tight-beam transmission from his ship. It had been the only time he activated the ship since he landed.
"The town near the clearing where you surprised me after evading me all day."