It had been several weeks since her run in with the man on Dathomir. She had expanded her investigation into these "Sith" but still found herself with more questions than answers. She'd met others of his type, discovered some of the nature of their beliefs, and kept telling herself that she would never seen the man again.
And yet he lingered in her mind. She had questions that weren't just about the Sith. They were about him. What he was and believed, what had happened to him on Dathomir, what effect it had had on him. She'd returned to Dathomir and scraped up the remnants of his dried blood, mixing it with hers, and linked them both. Blood trails were a powerful tool used by the Nightsisters in days of old to track slaves. He would be able to sense her as well as she approached.
Her ship dropped out of hyperspace just above the planet Devaron. She could immediately sense the worlds power and its darkness. It wasn't unlike Dathomir in many ways with jungles that spread out over its surface and made her feel right at home as soon as her ship touched down.
She walked over the ground, drinking in her surroundings. The sounds of the animals, the life that teemed here, and the smell of the recent rain. It was all where she felt far more at home. She didn't know where her quarry was, but she could have almost lost herself in enjoying the atmosphere of this world and forget why she was here.
And yet he lingered in her mind. She had questions that weren't just about the Sith. They were about him. What he was and believed, what had happened to him on Dathomir, what effect it had had on him. She'd returned to Dathomir and scraped up the remnants of his dried blood, mixing it with hers, and linked them both. Blood trails were a powerful tool used by the Nightsisters in days of old to track slaves. He would be able to sense her as well as she approached.
Her ship dropped out of hyperspace just above the planet Devaron. She could immediately sense the worlds power and its darkness. It wasn't unlike Dathomir in many ways with jungles that spread out over its surface and made her feel right at home as soon as her ship touched down.
She walked over the ground, drinking in her surroundings. The sounds of the animals, the life that teemed here, and the smell of the recent rain. It was all where she felt far more at home. She didn't know where her quarry was, but she could have almost lost herself in enjoying the atmosphere of this world and forget why she was here.
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