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A loud thunderous clattering echo resonated throughout the large cavernous chamber, as the metal grating of the service catwalk gave way underneath the footing of a tall ashen skinned figure. Lurching back out of instinct, the young woman held her back tight against the moss covered bulkhead wall, her amber eyes tracking the descent of the collapsed walk way - watching as it disappeared down into the void below.
Taking a moment to catch her breath, and to recenter herself from the sudden loss of the walk way, the young Dathomiri woman surveyed her surroundings, looking for an alternative means to carry on venturing throughout throughout the decaying ruins of a former imperial outpost. At first she was perplexed as to how such a structure was present in the middle of the forest undergrowth, yet alone what purpose it served. It was a curious sight for the young female as she wandered through the dense forests of Endor, only to come across the ruined structure that was presently being reclaimed by nature. It was in a moment of weakness that the young woman gave into her curiosity and decided the venture through the rubble to investigate, and if there was anything of potential value that could be salvaged for scrap - then perhaps there might be some credits to be made, after all it seemed that despite how the galaxy viewed the Galactic empire, their tech did seem to warrant a fair price.
Looking across the void, the Dathomiri regarded the door that lay ahead of her, now separated by the collapsed walk way. A sigh escaping her lips as she contemplated on whether or not it was worth using some of her rationed water of life to simply bypass the fallen crossing by calling upon her Magiks or, just to turn back and find an alternative route around.
Figuring that for now it was not worth consuming any of her water of life reserves, the ashen figure, slung the Force pike off over her shoulder, and stepped back through the open blast doors, before retreating back into the corridor. Narrow beams of light emitted from a wrist mounted torch, cut through the dark void ahead of her as she continued to pace though the service hall, a regular metallic clanging sound echoing throughout the circulation space as the base of her force pike connected with the crumbling duracrete flooring - only to be periodically stopped and replaced by the sound of the female scrambling over a large tree root that had periced through the subterranean complex.
@Sangga
Taking a moment to catch her breath, and to recenter herself from the sudden loss of the walk way, the young Dathomiri woman surveyed her surroundings, looking for an alternative means to carry on venturing throughout throughout the decaying ruins of a former imperial outpost. At first she was perplexed as to how such a structure was present in the middle of the forest undergrowth, yet alone what purpose it served. It was a curious sight for the young female as she wandered through the dense forests of Endor, only to come across the ruined structure that was presently being reclaimed by nature. It was in a moment of weakness that the young woman gave into her curiosity and decided the venture through the rubble to investigate, and if there was anything of potential value that could be salvaged for scrap - then perhaps there might be some credits to be made, after all it seemed that despite how the galaxy viewed the Galactic empire, their tech did seem to warrant a fair price.
Looking across the void, the Dathomiri regarded the door that lay ahead of her, now separated by the collapsed walk way. A sigh escaping her lips as she contemplated on whether or not it was worth using some of her rationed water of life to simply bypass the fallen crossing by calling upon her Magiks or, just to turn back and find an alternative route around.
Figuring that for now it was not worth consuming any of her water of life reserves, the ashen figure, slung the Force pike off over her shoulder, and stepped back through the open blast doors, before retreating back into the corridor. Narrow beams of light emitted from a wrist mounted torch, cut through the dark void ahead of her as she continued to pace though the service hall, a regular metallic clanging sound echoing throughout the circulation space as the base of her force pike connected with the crumbling duracrete flooring - only to be periodically stopped and replaced by the sound of the female scrambling over a large tree root that had periced through the subterranean complex.
@Sangga