A Witch Homecoming

[Negative Blessing]

For the second time in her life, Grima returned back to her former homeworld and birth place of Shili. After her previous visit she had no desire to return to the planet but her shadowy contact had made a discovery on Shili and since he was loyal to the Togruta Sith Master and Witch, he sought her out quickly to explain what he stumbled upon; hoping his discovery would be of use to his unofficial Master. Grima, always in the pursuit for new knowledge decided that what he told her at least warranted a visit to the planet. So she set out on a new expedition.

Her ship landed miles away from the nearest city or outpost and that was fine with her, she didn't want to attract attention to herself, especially after what her contact had told her. It seemed there was some ancient structure built into a mountain side under a water fall that was once some sort of temple or site of worship for some old sect of Dark Side users. Her contact had warned her that this temple or whatever it was is still being used but he discovered they were in possession of some Dark Side artifacts, texts, tomes, and possibly a Sith holocron. He told her they were powerful and he managed to escape capture or death barely.

The ramp touched down on the grassy surface and Grima emerged from the ship, walking slowly down the ramp, here eyes taking in the sights of her former planet. The Dark Side was growing in power since Shili had come into the protective arms of the Empire; a political movement she had help to engineer. Pulling the hood of her cloak over her head, she began walking across the plains toward her destination.

Along the way she saw several farmers and hunters making some sort of living off the plains, once her people but now nothing more to her than citizens of the Empire. She did not engage in long conversations but only spoke with some of the farmers and hunters briefly to get directions to what she was seeking. Her contact had given her detail instructions on how to find it but she didn't want to attract attention to herself if their were Dark Side users roaming about. She wanted to give the appearance she was 'sight seeing' rather than being here to claim from them, dead or alive, whatever treasure they possessed.

After speaking with a farmer in an upscale outpost or village, she decided she would rest here for the night since the sun was going down. She knew predators stalked the plains, jungles, and mountains but they did not concern her. She wanted to stop and meditate and visit the cantina later at night to speak with more people about what she was seeking. Again, she wanted to appear as a traveller.

After securing herself a room in some sort of makeshift inn, she sat on the floor and began to meditate; moving her mind throughout the village. Her eyes opened slightly, she felt a presence in the Force; and it was exhibiting the Dark Side.

 

[Negative Blessing]

Grima exited her room, pulling the hood of her cloak over her head and closing the folds around her body, as she made her way down the stairs toward the exit of the inn. She did not need to seek out this presence but rather instead let him come to her. So she entered the smoke filled cantina that was booming with music from some band playing music on a stage mingled with the voices of several patrons engaged in various topics of conversation. She took a seat at one of the only remaining tables that was located in the back but gave her a direct line of sight of everything happening in the cantina, but most importantly, her gave her a line of sight to the only entrance and exit to the cantina.

A waitress came to her table but before the waitress could speak, Grima waved her away and watched as the Togruta girl walked away sulking about missing out on a tip. The Sith Witch did not need to be distracted with drink or the continuous annoyance of a waitress checking on her every five minutes. She was here to scan the patrons, to listen to their conversations in hopes of finding more information about this structure hidden under a water fall, and hope to draw out this Dark Side user. The latter was the one she truly wanted allowing her Force signature and presence to be honed in on by this person of interest.

Suddenly the door of the cantina opened and a figure dressed in blue and black garments stepped through. Immediately Grima knew this was the Dark Side user and upon her quick assessment, he was weak and would make an easy target of her inquiries. The fool allowed himself to fall into her trap, a trap he would not survive when she was done with him. Grima watched the male figure move his head from left to right and back again trying to determine where she was. Grima assisted him but brushing his mind through the Force. The figure looked at her and headed toward her table, taking a seat at the only other chair at her table.

"You seem lost or rather shall I say, you do not belong here," the male said to Grima, who only stared at her visitor with contempt and hatred. When Grima made no move to reply, the man added, "I know what you are, Sith. What I don't know is why you are here! If you came here..." Grima gripped the man's throat through the Force adding light pressure to both shut him up and to let him know she was in no mood for his empty threats.

Grima leaned closer to the man, her cold eyes locked onto his and said, "What you know...think you know...or attempt to know is of no concern to me. If you possess what I desire I will simply rip it from your mind and leave you but a shell of your former self. But we can civilized, you and I." Grima released her hold on the man's throat and leaned back into her chair while his left hand began to rub his throat while his right hand began to slip down under the table.

Grima smiled and said, "Do you think it is wise to challenge me?" The man brought his right hand back up and rested it on the table. Looking at the Sith Witch for a few passing minutes, he finally said, "What do you want?" Again Grima smiled.