It had been a few months since she had been stripped of the Force and exiled, and Silex had roamed the galaxy numbly. She had dropped Jade off on Tatooine and was still flying the ship the Jedi had given her right after they kicked her out. It definitely needed repair soon. And soon happened to be as she was nearing Sith space.
Her history with both the Sith and the Jedi made her alignment complicated. She hated the Sith morals, and wanted to help the Jedi Order and the rebellion, but they had kicked her out. So here she was, on a ship with scrambled identity codes, entering Sith space near Moraband. She wasn't a skilled pilot for nothing; it had been too easy to scramble the ships codes so it would be unidentifiable. The Jedi underestimated her piloting skills, still seemingly believing she had tried to go into space with the wookies strapped to her ship, when that hadn't been the case at all.
She landed her ship gracefully at one of the only spaceports on Moraband. It was very nearly empty, which she was glad for. She wished she could still use the Force, so she could feel the presence of the dark side here. Anything to fill that empty void that now echoed in her being. She walked down the lowered ramp, the astromech droid still onboard. She had barely placed a foot on the hard, dry, ground, when she saw a figure running in her direction. At first the person looked drunk, but the closer they got, Silex realized it was a woman and she was hurt. Badly. The woman collapsed a little ways off, and Silex jogged up to her. The woman was blonde, and blood was streaked across her body. She couldn't see any external wounds except for the blood and a twisted ankle that looked broken.
Silex scooped the woman into her arms, and then carried her back onto her ship. She set the woman down on a fading couch, and then left the ship again to gather as many supplies as she could.
Her history with both the Sith and the Jedi made her alignment complicated. She hated the Sith morals, and wanted to help the Jedi Order and the rebellion, but they had kicked her out. So here she was, on a ship with scrambled identity codes, entering Sith space near Moraband. She wasn't a skilled pilot for nothing; it had been too easy to scramble the ships codes so it would be unidentifiable. The Jedi underestimated her piloting skills, still seemingly believing she had tried to go into space with the wookies strapped to her ship, when that hadn't been the case at all.
She landed her ship gracefully at one of the only spaceports on Moraband. It was very nearly empty, which she was glad for. She wished she could still use the Force, so she could feel the presence of the dark side here. Anything to fill that empty void that now echoed in her being. She walked down the lowered ramp, the astromech droid still onboard. She had barely placed a foot on the hard, dry, ground, when she saw a figure running in her direction. At first the person looked drunk, but the closer they got, Silex realized it was a woman and she was hurt. Badly. The woman collapsed a little ways off, and Silex jogged up to her. The woman was blonde, and blood was streaked across her body. She couldn't see any external wounds except for the blood and a twisted ankle that looked broken.
Silex scooped the woman into her arms, and then carried her back onto her ship. She set the woman down on a fading couch, and then left the ship again to gather as many supplies as she could.
@LadyRen