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  • Birthday 08/28/1993

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  1. Home

    Her moment of comfort was swept right out from under her feet. From words of comfort to reassurances of her fate, to... C'erian leaving? She disticntly felt her stomach drop to the floor and her face fall marginally. Part of this return was to find her friends and company that she had so longed for and missed. She had so many other questions- Where were Xaja and the twins? Who would take position of grand master now? Who and what was this speaker of the jedi? How would this all work? HEr mind reeled as she attempted to take it all in and keep herself grounded at the same time. A part of her- a small part- was logical and said this was what he needed to do, this was his path and his future he would have to take. All the same, she couldn't help but feel the panic and unsettling feeling in her stomach at the thought of essentially being left alone again. She almost considered begging him to stay. Had she not been gone for as long as she had she would have. Blinking herself free from her entrapping thoughts, Ellina looked at him once more. "I... What will I do while you're gone Grandmaster?" Ellina smiled ruefully, meaning the question to come out rhetorical, but there was no tone behind it to make it seem so. She sighed and rolled her shoulders "I will stay and meditate on my demons, maybe find a new calling within the jedi. I can't imagine myself going anywhere else, nor would I want to. I can't imagine you anywhere else either." Ellina leaned back on her heels and looked over C'erian "I hope things go well for you."
  2. A Jedi Knight At Last!

    Ellina couldn't prevent the grin that spread across her face at the younger woman's enthusiasm. It was a pleasant note to make that some things didn't seem to change. The excitement of growth and accomplishments being one of them. "I'm glad to see you unthwarted by difficulties. It will serve you well in the future as it has until now." At the very least she could still sound like a jedi, that was nice to know. It was also nice to know it would not be just her accompanying Thuria to her knighting ceremony, as another knight approached and made his presence known. She had not made the time to re-introduce herself to the enclave staff yet- being a bit of a hermit and all- and smiled politely in an attempt to hide her awkward lack of knowledge. At least her reputation preceded her. "I apologize we haven't met yet. I'm still recovering and readjusting to being... Well around people. Your... name..?" She trailed off, smiling sheepishly at their new company.
  3. Home

    Ellina tried her best to wipe away the mess on her face as she listened to C'erian. Taking true comfort in his voice though his words were low. It was a few minutes before her breathing was normal enough for her to speak without stuttering, which gave him plenty of time to finish as well. "You were troubled the day I met you in the hangar C'erian, I was not surprised you left, only worried." She offered him a smile and a squeeze on the arm, noting once more how small and frail even her hands had grown in comparison to her former self. "I am glad you moved forward though. All the way to here even!" Ellina looked around the room for emphasis, having assumed he was now the grandmaster. "But I have always had faith in you, and past mistakes aside, that faith will not waiver." She smiled, her tear stained face still red and blotchy but genuine. That smile faltered when she realized she would have to tell her tale. "It's not a pleasant story. You remember the fugitives tagged as traitors when we left Vornu and merged onto Tython?" She bit the inside of her lip, not really waiting for an affirmative answer. "One of them was my former master. I've tried to bring him back to atone but he refuses, and chose to take over his family matters." Her head fell and she stared at the stone beneath her feet. Her breathing turned a bit ragged as the pain and shame hit her. "I received info on a possible location for him, and of course I chased it... We were passing Borga when the ship was attacked. I was deep in meditation trying to reach Ark- and Plio- " Ellina sucked in a breath, looking up and away to the door, fresh tears filling her eyes. She couldn't bring herself to look at C'erian for a moment. "I don't think you met Plio. He was my head of staff for security on Vornu. Loyal... A friend. It's my fault he is gone. I hate piloting, never liked flying." She sucked in air through her teeth and let it out slowly, pushing back the hysteria and blinking away the image of Plio standing in the doorway, smirking at her in amusement. "We crash landed, I was injured and the ship was in ruins. I've been scavenging like a vermin for years. The few people that travel there aren't exactly there on vaction." Ellina gestured to her leg, her old pants still ripped and burned. The clear hole of a blaster pistol in her thigh evident, as was the scarred skin underneath. She let out a snort, her nose twitching distastefully. "I found a few interesting things on the planet. An old temple being one of them. But more importantly, I came across a family on the run." Ellina blinked slowly, her mouth twitching as if she hated the taste of her own words. "They were being hunted. I was too late for the parents. The girl... Varia..." She locked her eyes on C'erian, something akin to hope and curiosity burning behind them "She is strong in the force C'erian. Very strong. And very untrained. I brought her here for learning, her parent's ship was still intact thankfully. Now I am here." She shrugged her shoulders and sighed, as if the story had worn her out. "I don't.. I'm not sure what to do now. Where do I fit in now?"
  4. A Jedi Knight At Last!

    Ellina was enjoying a warm cup of tea when Jean gave her the news. A smile graced her face, warm and pleasant in stark contrast to her still haggard appearance. Having returned to the Jedi, she was still not fully healed from her time 'away'. Her face was still shallow, her hair still not fully recovered from the haphazard cut she had given herself, and her robes were still large on her formerly full and curvy body. Still, the pride and joy was true on her face. Having been displaced for the duration of her padawanship- Ellina had been haunted by her failure as a mentor and master to Thuria. Thankfully and apparently it had not damaged her education and accomplishments. "I will happily attend, thank you Jean. I will call for you later, I have a mission for you when I have the contacts settled." Ellina nodded to the young knight, who bowed before leaving her to finish her tea. Ellina took her time to drink her tea, allowing herself time to calm and prepare to leave her small temporary chambers. Being seen in public was unsettling to her anymore, and required time to mentally prepare. An oddity for a Jedi master in her opinion, and the complete opposite of how she used to be. The happy, strong, and powerful Jedi master was left a weak and mentally struggling woman. That however would not stop her from seeing Thuria Knighted. Standing from her desk and brushing down her robes, Ellina fluffed out her hair and left her room to play the role of Master Kast. Her steps were mildly wobbly as she limped on her injured leg to the main halls of the temple. The few people she passed made way for her so as to prevent her falling in an effort to dodge traffic. It was a slow march to the main sector, but she made it eventually. Again, the smile consumed her face as she spotted Thuria, almost exactly as the same from when they first met, patiently waiting for her as before. The resemblance was uncanny and amusing. "Padawan Thuria? Master Kast, I'm sure you couldn't have done anything to get yourself into trouble, so I'll take the pleasure of reassuring you that the council has told me of your Knight status and asked me to escort you." She grinned further, limping to a stop behind the young woman, the joking tone obvious in her voice. Her expression did sober some, and she gave a small bow to the younger woman. "I am sorry. Truly, for not being here for you to train you and support you these years."
  5. Home

    It wasn't uncommon for her to space out into her own thoughts, her neck mildly twitching in response to silent whispers in her ears, sometimes a quick flick of her hand to brush them away. So she wasn't entirely sure how long she had stood there simply letting her thoughts play over and over the horrid possible outcomes of her future. Did she want to come back to the order? Yes of course. Was that a possible outcome? Debatable. More than anything she missed the security and safety of the order and what peace it offered her. Politics and meetings were all rubbish, she hardly paid any attention to them before, but did her best to keep up with events. Now, she felt entirely like an outsider looking in simply standing in the council chambers. Were her previous padawans left alive? Not that she would expect them to wait for her. Hell she hadn't left even a note for her absence, she had never thought she would be gone for this long. A day or two was usual but... Almost three years now that she did the math, several chuckles in her mind echoed against her horror of realization. She flicked them away as well, laughing at her obliviousness was uncalled for. Still though her shock remained, her padawans were most likely knights now. Unless they waited for her, unlikely at best, but had they she wondered how she could possibly approach them and tell them she couldn't be the same as she was? Another soft voice taunted her ear with temptation of returning to space, finding and uncharted world and suffering there rather than disappointing those wonderful young ones. Was that Xaja? Or Izzy this time? Again she swiped it away, tucking her hair behind her ear at the same time. Closing her eyes and taking a long deep breath, she focused instead on the soft waves of the force around her. Sensing the ones training outside, the people walking up and down the halls, she was still sensing out and trying to ground herself when she felt him. Her shoulders stiffened, preparing herself for the worst tongue lashing a jedi master could provide, until the familiar pulse registered in her mind as to who it was that was about to enter. 'Master Kast, it is an honour to have you within our chambers. Welcome.' She almost couldn't bear to believe it, but her senses hadn't lied to her yet. Then again why wouldn't they now? When her hope was at her highest, she would be devastated if she turned around and the face did not match the voice. It was with a great steeling of nerves that she turned to finally face him, her teeth sharply biting into her lower lip. "C'erian?" Though he was aged from the last time she saw him, it was no doubt her former padawan, sort of. He appeared to had aged not really physically, but obviously mentally. No longer was the worn young man she had greeted in the docking hangar of Vornu, nor was the uneasy man she had cornered in the Archives and practically yanked into being her padawan. This was a seasoned and affirmed Jedi master before her, and there was no hope of calming the swell of emotions that burned in her chest threatening to explode. It was like someone let loose fireworks in her lungs and chest, and though they exploded they had no where to go. Force have mercy on this poor child, for he was about to be smothered. As much as a Five foot two anorexic swap rat could smother a person. She hobbled as quickly as her leg would let her to propel herself like a rag doll onto the poor man, her thin arms wrapping around him as tightly as possible. Though for her, she could feel the weakness in her grip, no matter how she flexed her arms or how much strength she willed into her body, it simply was not there to be used. Had he wished, he could easily out maneuver her or pry her off of him. Not that she would be too happy about it, he was the first face she had seen that held comfort and memories with it. Someone she knew and trusted that wasn't dead. She was positive at some point his voice had been as the others on Borga, haunting her thoughts and accusing her of her obvious failures as a master and jedi. But here was proof they were wrong, that she was wrong, and that those voices were just mere illusions just like she kept telling herself. "Kriff I have so many questions..." Her voice strained to get out the words, cracking even as they came out, then came the sobs. Horrible, ugly, snot running, choking on just the air sobs. Her vision was completely gone as tears took over her eyes and ran freely down her face. 'He's definitely going to lock me up for crying like a nutcase, but at least I got to see him first.' "I'm so sorry."
  6. I am the biggest derp of the year. That's what I get for posting at 1:30 in the morning

  7. Home

    Elona 3629 Funny thing life is. After herding up Varia into the ship, and gathering what supplies they could take, it was a bumpy ride all the way to Coruscant. There of course, was the remains of what had once been her home. Apparently three years changes things. The embassy was not what she sought, though confirming her living status was a good step, she wanted a proper enclave to meet with the grandmaster and to hand Varia over for proper training. Why couldn’t life just be easy instead of funny? Her old office had been destroyed in the destruction, what little of it that was hers that remained had been put into storage, it would take awhile to retrieve her things. Such is life, she would have to wear rags a bit longer. With an order to deliver her personal belongings to Dantooine, it was only a hop skip on over to Dantooine. Of course Varia complained the whole way, first of the choice of direction then of the lack of vengeance for her family. (The girl would not give up until her ear was nearly yanked off by Ellina) Landing on a new planet had never felt so good. Ellina almost felt like her old self barking orders at a poor knight that used to wander around Coruscant at night. Though happy to be a step closer to this venture being over, Ellina was far too wound up to be polite or to answer a heap of questions form curious faces. Ellina had made quick and short orders to get the orphaned girl into training immediately, then requested the direction of the grandmaster’s chambers. Not quite ready to face the music of her extended absence, but not wanting to prolong it either, she marched her way over with her head low, a hard limp to each of her steps. Force she could use a strong drink for this. Her body ached from moving so much in such a short amount of time, and her head pounded from the lack of sleep. Glares were given to each individual who looked her way, most glances telling her she looked as horrible as she felt, or maybe she was just the walking dead. Finding clothes that fit had been difficult with Varia’s mother being so slim. At the very least she had gotten a fresh shirt. Pants however were not an option, so marched the limping ghost of Master Kast, half clothed in designer wear and half in blood stained ripped rags. She was starting to feel really self conscious when she finally entered the council chambers. Weary of anyone being in there she paused, looking up to the four seats in the room with a sudden wave of calm washing over her. For being so simplistic, it was beautiful. The council room meant protection. For the first time in years she let her shoulders relax and her tension release around her. ‘Home’ was the first thing that came to her mind. Jedi, council, safety, all followed after. Truly, even with her mind humming with whispers unsaid and faces in the corner of her eyes that weren’t there, she finally felt peace. She felt safe. Stepping up to one of the chairs slowly, she let one of her hands brush the back curiously. Who sat here? Who held these seats and kept things running now? Had she not been attacked, would one of them be hers? Would she still be considered a jedi master after being missing for so long? Should she be? A small pit of anxiety filled her stomach, her eyes glazed over as she stared at the seat, contemplating not only her recent past and struggle, but now her fate and future. The force had played nothing but cruel jokes on her so far, what would be it’s next?
  8. Move along now

    Such a waste. These poachers often left her some useful scraps. But they couldn’t be trusted. Like the others, they hunted without remorse. The male she had seen even slay another poacher that came too close to his own prey. These people were cruel and not to be trusted. So she wouldn’t trust them, she would not ask them for the help she needed to leave this planet. Best hide from the beast than get your hand bit off trying to pet it. That had been her survival. She was not as strong and agile as she had once been. Her injuries had not healed well after the crash. Her shoulder hurt to move still and her knee gave out easily with too much pressure (most likely torn ligaments, but she was no healer, it was only her best guess.). When she first approached someone for help and had been shot in the thigh, apparently seeking aid was the same as kicking someone’s pet, her ability to move was lessened even more. In her despair she hobbled back to her crash site where Plio's body waited. He had not lasted as long as she, unable to move from the wreck. She had been lucky in the back of the ship, he had taken the brunt force of the crash to his chest and head. Her friend gone, left to struggle in this terrible place, she waited and hid. Hoping someone would miss her enough to come looking for her. But with tensions as high as they were before she left the enclave, doubt plagued her mind. The force was unsteady when she left with Plio, another attempt to find her former master or her sister before war was ravaged on the galaxy once more. They had been following a trail that was only a few days old when they were struck down. Plio could barely explain what had happened, and she had been deep asleep in the moment. The loneliness was bearable. The darkness after nightfall… That was harder to handle. Things moved and scuttled in the dark. Whispers and memories haunted her mind when the hunger started to set in. They hadn’t quite left her alone since, no matter what she did. It wasn’t until this particular group arrived that she seemed to arise from her stupor. Rather than lurking like a starved cat on the outskirts of the few camps she found, (Bounty hunters, theives, criminals on the run, they never stayed long and she never lingered after her first attack.) She watched this group closely. She had sensed them from the moment they landed. Something about them drew her near. They were quiet and cautious like herself, showing respect for the land and its inhabitants. She had even considered approaching them until the man put a blaster bolt between another man’s eyes. It was self defense yes, but habits die hard. And her fascination was not with the adults, but the child rather. Which was why it was a shame, She never would have wished for their painful deaths. They only had been on the planet two days before being slaughtered like animals. The blaster fire and shouting had alerted her, but she did not arrive in time to even see if she could help. The stirring of the child had caused her to pause from checking the man, her blue eyes cutting to the girl and watching her rise with caution. The small one looked confused and concerned, her eyes lingering on her mother before checking her surroundings. The woman flinched away when she was spotted, the sudden cry from the young girl making her jump back. Her hazzard appearance probably would do nothing to sooth the child. Wild messy curls chopped short in a quick attempt to make them manageable, her clothes smothered mostly in mud and gunk, but the stains of blood on her pants and shirt had not faded in the washes she could afford. “Who are you?” The small girl cried, crawling to her hands and knees, inching towards the older woman with caution and curiosity. “Please… I have no one else! They killed them!” The older woman paused in her minimal retreat, torn between making an escape and helping the girl. But what good could she be now? “Why?” She asked gruffly, pushing a wild stray hair back from her face. The small girl looked confused, and mildly hurt, so the older one let out a quick breath. “Why were they killed?” She asked, a bit more loudly this time. The girl flinched, and she immediately felt regret for snapping so. Taking another breath, she softened her voice “What is your name?” The girl blinked, her mouth gaping before she seemed to process the question. “V-Varia! My name is Varia, please, I don’t know why they were murdered, but you have to help me!” Nodding only at the name, the woman turned and began limping away “I can’t help anyone.” She called over her shoulder, barely loud enough for the girl to hear. "No no one, not me not Plio, Ark, Izzy... Gone gone...." Her head twitched as she felt the crawl in her ear, she had only whispered to herself but she felt like her own voice was echoing in her head. “No you have to! I want to make them pay! They killed my parents!” She heard the rapid footfalls behind her, but paid no heed to them and only quickened her pace as best she could. “WAIT!” A small hand latched onto her arm, yanking her backwards and flaring her jacket out. At the same time, she felt something that she had not felt in quite some moons, the wonderful ripple of static and life of the force, caressing her whole body in soft little waves emitting from the little hand upon her arm. Looking upon the girl once more with shock, She met her eyes and felt a stirring in her chest for her. Something called her to this young one, and she had felt it before in a young man and again in a young woman. The force flooded through this girl. Raw power and unchecked emotion rippling across her very skin and onto her own. That explained much of why she had lingered so close. This girl had potential. Over the years she had seen many with potential. Some she had seen grow, others moved beyond her sight, but she knew they too continued to grow through the force. This girl was no different. But she could not teach. Not here, not in her condition. Maybe not ever again. Her mind was too unstable, she knew that much. The whispers and voices in her head did not pass in time. Perhaps they had only gotten worse. Unaware of how long she had been staring at the child, she only resurfaced from her thoughts when the child gasped. “You- You’re a force user! My Mama told me stories of you!”
  9. Hiiiiii guys! *Just a zombie passing through no biggie*

    1. Darth Verrin

      Darth Verrin

      *waves cheerfully to the zombie*

    2. Sel Anabasis

      Sel Anabasis

      No.. no the nanophage is loose again! Arrrrgh

    3. Master Kast

      Master Kast

      Awww I've missed you Verrin! And Sel you're prime target for infection!

  10. Two parts to a duel

    "Interesting, I thought there was more balance and practice needed to form a saberstaff, not just molding twins together." Ellina's brows furrowed as she focused on protecting her left side, not in favor of getting hurt today. "Thank you for your information, though watching your form and practice, I don't think the saber staff is for myself." Her blue eyes widened as he turned off one end of the staff and attacked with a more precise strike. Throwing herself back, Ellina spun on her toes and leapt back an extra two paces just to be safe. Crossing her blades she stood straight "I yield." She smiled brightly at him, before disengaging her lightsabers. "You are very talented, keep practicing and in no time you'll have a huge advantage over me." Her head tilted in acknowledgement and stood straight.
  11. Dawn of The First Day

    Ellina grinned a bit wickedly, arching her brows at him "Do you doubt me padawan?" Her teeth glimmered in the sunlight, and her eyes sparkled teasingly. "We have a fairly easy mission Kal, take these meatbags out and send them running home with a message, we are not to be fooled with." Probably not the answer he wanted, but good enough. An enemy was an enemy. She turned her attention to the trees ahead of her, noticing them starting to thin out. So they were approaching their territory faster than she thought. No matter to her. Pulling the force around her, she quickly pushed it back out to seek out any lifeforms too big to be meer wildlife. Reaching for one of her lightsabers, her preferred green one, she ignited it. The hum and warmth of the blade next to her side keeping her relaxed even though she did not frequent fighting flesh raiders. Only when absolutely necessary and usually she had a team or she had arrived near the end of the fight. "Tell me what you sense, how many, and best approach in your opinion." She lowered her voice and stopped, her eyes not leaving the trees ahead of her. Sometimes the flesh raiders liked to lay down traps. She did not sense any now, but best to be safe with her padawan. Her free hand rested over her hip.
  12. The Way of the Jedi

    It wasn't what she assumed her first question would be, but Ellina was pleased either way. A curious young soul, something always to look forward to working with and seeing progress. Force knew she needed more energy in her life. "I knew you would have questions, and they are good ones. Never apologize for asking me something, it's my duty to teach and enlighten you among other things." Ellina sighed, still smiling. "Anyways, yes I have been to other planets. Places of fire and sand, ice and death, places that crawl with the darkside and places that are surrounded in beauty that rival Tython. You will see them for yourself soon enough, and you can decide for yourself what they are like. Everyone has experiences differently. To some, Tatooine is a worm hole only for those who are as disgusting as the Hutts that run the place. To me, it's a warm ball of memories and friends that I made as a child. It was my home once, and a part of me will always remember it being so. Though I do regret never getting to face a Kyrat my last visit." "As for your lightsaber, it's up to you where you wish to make it. If you choose to make one that is. We are in tough times, and as such my fellow masters and I have decided we will supply our younger ones with lightsabers for protection. But of course if you desire to make one for yourself I will aid you. A lightsaber should by all rights belong to its wielder and be forged by them. It forms a sense of a bond and special essence to the blade that suits it better to the user." Ellina let out another sigh. "As it is, it will be complicated to collect crystals with the dangers that are lurking, but it will be worth it. The planets that crystals are located on are difficult and the travel is a test on its own." Ellina glanced at her new padawan, her eyes showing her concern and seriousness of the topic, but her smile remained in reassurance. "But that is why you have me, and we will face those tests in time." "And animals...." Ellina folded her arms across her chest, tapping her elbow as she thought. Suddenly memories of the events on Vornu flooded her mind, and her mouth went dry. The memories of the Rakata war as well came rushing back, as she could only think of those... things... as animals. "I have come across some, but nothing too interesting that you should be too concerned with."
  13. The Way of the Jedi

    Ellina felt her mouth curl into a wider smile, trying to reassure the padawan's concern. "I doubt you could do something to get into trouble." She mused out loud, shaking her head making her curls bounce. Best not to beat around the bush for this one. "Sorry, I've been notified of your padawan status. As things are, even though I have one padawan at this time, I'm willing to also take you as my student and padawan." The master shifted on her heel, popping her hip out. "And with this offer, I'm sure you have plenty of questions and concerns on if I'm the right master or if I can teach you what you wish to learn. Come, walk with me, and we can talk more." Ellina tilted her head towards the main doors leading to the open courtyard, awaiting patiently for her answer.
  14. Dawn of The First Day

    "They're attacking supply chains to the Kalikori village, nothing too serious since the village has become well self sufficient. Again nothing more than a nuisance really but we can't just let them continue, and rather than making a big fuss with several people it would be more simple to have us deal with it quickly." Ellina's eyes lazily rolled over to scan Kal. "But don't get me wrong, let your guard down and that's when disaster strikes." She huffed and hauled herself onto her feet, elegantly stepping around her Felinx as she came out from behind the couch, mewling for attention again. "Stay." she mumbled to the little furball, and checked to make sure her lightsabers were already clipped onto her hips. "Anyways it's early, lets head out shall we before it gets too hot outside." Ellina grabbed her jacket from her desk chair and headed for the door, expecting her padawan to follow. "Flesh raiders are pretty self explanatory, I don't know how often you were exposed to them as an initiate given that I leave those decisions to the supervising jedi- I'm rambling sorry- Anyways, they have thick fleshy bodies. I've found it fairly easy to take them down if you aim for the eye stocks first, then go for the kill." Ellina flashed him a smile, as if she wasn't discussing death an mutilation of a creatures face. "Just do your best to stay alive, I'll be right there beside you!"
  15. Dawn of The First Day

    Ellina had been going over a datapad about another incident with flesh raiders. A sigh escaped her lips as she finally tore her eyes away to look at the time. 'So early.... I really need to sleep more.' she scowled at her own carelessness and shook her head, causing the little ball of fur to stirr in her lap. Kimari had been missing for a while since they had arrived on Tython, but Ellina was just glad to have her warm little Felinx back and safe. The poor cat like creature had been so frazzled after events on Vornu, that she simply bolted as soon as their shuttle had landed. Ellina had been so busy with the initiates and keeping them safe that she had no time to go and try to fetch her companion. But, like any loyal pet, Kimari returned, matted and dirty and yowling for attention and food as always. Ellina smiled and leaned over to nuzzle the soft fur on her head, causing the Felinx to purr happily. Not that she was ever unhappy curled up on Ellina's lap while she sprawled across her couch, not willing to sit in her uncomfortable desk chair. Ellina considered moving there to maintain 'appearances' but that was when she felt his presence at her door, just before the soft knocks aroused her companion and tempted her to leap off her lap. Padding to the door, Kimari started yowling when Kal knocked three more times. "Come in." Ellina called, grabbing her cup of cafa to nurse what was left while she still had time, Kimari getting more vocal as the door opened and she greeted their visitor. "Careful, she may trip you with her rubbing." Ellina warned, hoping her ball of fluff and happiness wouldn't get stepped on while trying to gain the attention of her padawan. "I hope you don't mind, as much as I'd like to take you off world to deal with some politics, I thought it best that we deal with a problem more close to home first." She grabbed the datapad she had been reading and slid it to the opposite end of her small living table. "Flesh raiders have been getting bold again and testing how close they can span their reach towards the temple. Annoying, but not impossible to deal with. This will also help me gage how well you handle yourself in combat."
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