The environment of Burinjina was as wild as the name itself. Jungles, plateaus, and deserts, all rolled into one planet. If Kane had to put purpose to paper on what the planet offered, the kyber crystal caves were the only real point of interest across the planet. The beauty that others saw in it was lost on him. Between the krykna spiders and malingee worms alone, it was enough to write the planet off as someplace never to visit. Hidden in pockets under the surface, however, the crystal caves lived. Those caves were the only real reason Kane and Liana were here. They had a Padawan with them too, he supposed; one he'd met previously when she was being tutored as an initiate under Mako. It had been a long time since he'd seen either of them.
He was different now. A darkened plasteel chest rig covered his torso over his black long sleeve tunic. His dark grey trousers tucked into plasteel armored boots of the same darkened grey as the chest rig were already covered in a mixture of green and brown muds with the copper coloring of the desert. A green poncho covered most of him; it was easy to remove if needed, covered just as much as a cloak, and didn't get in the way like a cloak either. Even from underneath the poncho, it was clear that Kane had been in a state of constant training and working out. He'd bulked up considerably in the weeks of recovery after Genassa.
Kane's dark eyes searched the cliff face from under his shoulder length, black hair. The sun was high in the sky, leaving little to no shadows to play tricks on their senses. The immediate face was clean, but down the ridge a ways there was a dark opening to a cave. The crusader jerked his chin toward the cave. "There," he said quietly, but loud enough that the two with him could hear. How long had it been since he traveled into a crystal cave? Last time his former master just threw him in, locked the door, and waited for Kane to battle through all sorts of hallucinations and tests to emerge victorious and with a crystal. Kane had hated every second of it.
He wondered what the trials would be like this time around. Now that he had stared into the face of infiltrator abominations the size of a rancor. Now that he had battled against the Sith and felt the pain of loss. Now that the idea of the Force guiding him was a distant and unfunny joke. Horrors the mind could never imagine probably awaited him in those caves, and Liana too. Maybe it would be different this time, and they'd have an easy go of it. With T'Vani with them, it was more important that her trials succeed in the the grand scheme of things. Kane had used a durasteel rod before as a weapon during his early days as a Padawan, and now with that same durasteel rod slung on his back, he was okay with using it again. Anything was a weapon when you could channel the Force into it.
@LadyRen @Remileah
He was different now. A darkened plasteel chest rig covered his torso over his black long sleeve tunic. His dark grey trousers tucked into plasteel armored boots of the same darkened grey as the chest rig were already covered in a mixture of green and brown muds with the copper coloring of the desert. A green poncho covered most of him; it was easy to remove if needed, covered just as much as a cloak, and didn't get in the way like a cloak either. Even from underneath the poncho, it was clear that Kane had been in a state of constant training and working out. He'd bulked up considerably in the weeks of recovery after Genassa.
Kane's dark eyes searched the cliff face from under his shoulder length, black hair. The sun was high in the sky, leaving little to no shadows to play tricks on their senses. The immediate face was clean, but down the ridge a ways there was a dark opening to a cave. The crusader jerked his chin toward the cave. "There," he said quietly, but loud enough that the two with him could hear. How long had it been since he traveled into a crystal cave? Last time his former master just threw him in, locked the door, and waited for Kane to battle through all sorts of hallucinations and tests to emerge victorious and with a crystal. Kane had hated every second of it.
He wondered what the trials would be like this time around. Now that he had stared into the face of infiltrator abominations the size of a rancor. Now that he had battled against the Sith and felt the pain of loss. Now that the idea of the Force guiding him was a distant and unfunny joke. Horrors the mind could never imagine probably awaited him in those caves, and Liana too. Maybe it would be different this time, and they'd have an easy go of it. With T'Vani with them, it was more important that her trials succeed in the the grand scheme of things. Kane had used a durasteel rod before as a weapon during his early days as a Padawan, and now with that same durasteel rod slung on his back, he was okay with using it again. Anything was a weapon when you could channel the Force into it.
@LadyRen @Remileah
