The war was escalating. Heroes on both sides of the conflict and countless dead. Still, the victory on Byblos had spurred the galaxy on and finally restored at least some degree of previously lost faith in the New Republic, the Jedi and the Sector Rangers. Perhaps they could come out on top yet. Despite these victories, there were lessons to be learned of their failures as well and the wound of Ajan Kloss was still very much an open one, susceptible to being torn wide again should the Sith ever discover the new locations of the Jedi sanctuaries dotted across the galaxy. The Jedi Padawan named Crix Aran had formed a plan to further defend the locations and upon hearing his concepts, Nova immediately offered his assistance and prepped to leave to Dathomir to scour the ancient tombs of the Zeffo for the memory cores of their droid guardians. But he would not be going alone.
Dathomir was always a dangerous place, twisted in darkness by the Night Sister clans that called it home. Even a fully trained Jedi Knight would be staring death in the face on the crimson world. Because of the threat and the wisdom to acknowledge this was a task well beyond him alone, Nova had contacted a fellow Knight to request his aide, Isen Ramm. During their first meeting on Yavin IV, both Jedi expressed interest in serving side by side and it seemed the day had finally come. Together, aboard Nova’s fighter, The Nightshade, they departed for the mysterious and dangerous planet.
The temple’s location was known to the Jedi Order but little else of what to expect. Dathomir was, after all, a world that very few Jedi had the courage to explore. Still, the pair of Knights had managed to remain undetected by the local clans thus far and found a landing zone a short distance away from the colossal structure, now standing in it’s shadow. Long ago, the stone crossway had been destroyed and was now replaced by a rickety bridge of wood and rope. Once across, only the Force knew what awaited them.
”At last, Isen, we serve along side as brothers,” Nova’s black lips cracked into a smirk as he overlooked the canyon, his arms crossed across his tunic as a near child-like sense of wonder was displayed in his eyes. Both sabers hung at his hips while his blaster remained slightly further down on his right thigh. Along with his binocs and comm, he had also opted to bring along two remote detonators and a med pack.
”Expect the unexpected, my young Padawan,”
The words of Master Donishiva rung in his memory. Words that had proven useless countless times in his time as a Jedi, though even during his time as a mercenary it was a mantra he lived by. Today was no different.
”Let us see what Dathomir has to offer us, my friend,” Nova finished before he started across the bridge, keeping his senses open and alert to any potential threats.
Dathomir was always a dangerous place, twisted in darkness by the Night Sister clans that called it home. Even a fully trained Jedi Knight would be staring death in the face on the crimson world. Because of the threat and the wisdom to acknowledge this was a task well beyond him alone, Nova had contacted a fellow Knight to request his aide, Isen Ramm. During their first meeting on Yavin IV, both Jedi expressed interest in serving side by side and it seemed the day had finally come. Together, aboard Nova’s fighter, The Nightshade, they departed for the mysterious and dangerous planet.
The temple’s location was known to the Jedi Order but little else of what to expect. Dathomir was, after all, a world that very few Jedi had the courage to explore. Still, the pair of Knights had managed to remain undetected by the local clans thus far and found a landing zone a short distance away from the colossal structure, now standing in it’s shadow. Long ago, the stone crossway had been destroyed and was now replaced by a rickety bridge of wood and rope. Once across, only the Force knew what awaited them.
”At last, Isen, we serve along side as brothers,” Nova’s black lips cracked into a smirk as he overlooked the canyon, his arms crossed across his tunic as a near child-like sense of wonder was displayed in his eyes. Both sabers hung at his hips while his blaster remained slightly further down on his right thigh. Along with his binocs and comm, he had also opted to bring along two remote detonators and a med pack.
”Expect the unexpected, my young Padawan,”
The words of Master Donishiva rung in his memory. Words that had proven useless countless times in his time as a Jedi, though even during his time as a mercenary it was a mantra he lived by. Today was no different.
”Let us see what Dathomir has to offer us, my friend,” Nova finished before he started across the bridge, keeping his senses open and alert to any potential threats.
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