Ana had never seen anything quite like Kashyyyk, but, then again, she had yet to see much of the galaxy. Most of her travels since her induction into the cult of the Sith Eternal kept her relegated to worlds near Bal’demnic, where her mentor resided and trained her. She relished opportunities to leave the dreary and bleak spire and go explore the galaxy; there were so many unique worlds and species she heard and read about but never actually experienced firsthand. That was why, when this opportunity arose, she took it eagerly.
Beegee did the majority of the work to get them to the planet, and with his help, they landed the Muse on a designated landing pad. She paid the dock officials for a day or so’s stay, as well as refueling costs, and set off to the place where she was to meet this as-of-yet mysterious benefactor. She contacted him through a friend of a friend, and, to her surprise, he’d accepted her request to meet. He tersely responded with a planet name and set of grid coordinates. With little else to go off of, she set out to Kashyyyk with her droid - nervous, yet excited.
It was already dark, and the three moons of Kashyyyk hung in the sky, casting a pale glow over the village. She was dressed in some finer leather boots with bantha hide pants and a cloth shirt with a thigh-length jacket over it, all either a darker shade of brown or simply black. Her lightsaber was concealed by the jacket, and she kept her vibroknife on the small of her back, just in case. Her raven hair was kept in a loose bun, with a few stray strands standing in stark contrast with her pale face.
Fires along the walkways cast long shadows that weaved in and out of the light, illuminating her path and constantly following the duo. A thick fog hung over the area like like an apathetic spirit, obfuscating anything beyond a few meters in a ghostly haze. Ana trusted Beegee to lead her to the meeting point so she could spend the rest of their walk in awe of the surroundings. Enormous wroshyr trees towered over them like primordial titans and the native wookiees darted in and out of the huts on their massive branches, going about their lives, occasionally pausing to look at the diminutive newcomer. She caught herself staring at the natives a few times, and quickly fixed her demeanor, not wanting to offend them in some way. They seemed quick to anger, and she couldn’t understand a lick of their tongue, so it was best to simply stay quiet, keep her gaze lowered, and pretend like she’d been here before. It was easier to avoid unpleasantries that way. They were quite high up, and she wondered if the natives would tear her apart or simply send her over the edge of the walkways like one might discard a cigarette butt.
She decided it was best to not entertain the thought.
After several minutes of walking, as well as a few more to backtrack when they took a wrong turn, she arrived at where Beegee said their contact would meet them. The platform was far less illuminated than the rest, and it seemed very out of the way of the rest of the village. A single torch lit what looked to be a rickety pulley-operated platform at the far end, and Ana deduced it to be an elevator of some kind, though rudimentary at best. She assumed her contact wished to meet with her alone, so she dismissed Beegee to return to the ship and keep an eye on it.
Warily, she stepped towards the elevator, looking around to see if the man she was supposed to meet had arrived yet. The wood creaked beneath her feet, otherwise the only sound was that of the distant creatures lurking in the night.
"Hello?" she asked, her voice carrying into the foreboding darkness.
@Phoenix