Dark Visions

[Val - Warning:Contains Sarcasm]

It was not amongst his most desired of places to be, but it was better than the incredible degree of sand and endless dryness corrupting the surface of Korriban. Living on the Sith planet had not killed him this far, and he doubted going back to his old lifestyle of bare survival would result in anything fatal. Being on a planet with some moisture in the atmosphere, though, was definitely a missed privilege of his. Here, on this world, there was more fluid in the air, and his skin shivered excitedly at the very experience of it. Not new, rather just missed. One that had not graced his body through self-deprivation for many years. Truly, there was little keeping him to that lifestyle other than the persistent isolation and solitude he sought for himself. Devoid of other life other than that which he fed upon, and safe of the insatiable malice of others.

When the Sith had gathered, he had been amongst them. One of the ranks, but the only of his kind. And even if there had been others? Other Nautolans? Would they be anything close to his standard? Would they have the same tenacity and stamina? Could they live in the desert, and survive? Go against even nature and void his biology of its natural habitat? Evolve as swiftly? His senses were designed, in nature, to seek prey around the ocean. In the endless desert of dark sand and haunting shadows, there was no oceans but the timeless maw of bronze hills. A journey stretching past the horizon into deep and unnerving places. The type he would not wish to traverse again, should he get the opportunity. His place had been there, and maybe his future would lie in isolation. Isolation elsewhere, though, perhaps.

The ship he had taken would not be missed, and indeed he was doubtful its previous owner would either. Though he was not a pilot, the astromech droid aboard the small carrier was, unsurprisingly. The trip had been short and pleasant, and not difficult in the slightest. Touchdown was as textbook as he could imagine, but then the droids were not exactly programmed to think of abstract or creative landing procedures. Everything followed protocol, measured to perfection and executed flawlessly. It was how the business had kept afloat - by having the products do as they were told. Indeed, when the Nautolan had said he wanted to take off, there was little resistance from the small bucket. Whether it did not have authorization codes installed, or it had developed a sense of self-preservation, either way it had complied.

The inner core had been as unappealing as Korriban for obvious reasons. Coruscant was a Jedi hub, and if there was anything a Jedi should sense, it would be the Dark side. His aura was likely especially noticeable - not one filled with a particularly directed malice, save the hatred turned inwards towards himself. Indeed, his own self-loathing was only bested by his need for survival. That was indeed what he was - a survivor. An instinctual need to carry on living, despite the costs. Despite the things that he had payed in his life - his home, his friends, his family. Well, prospective family at least. Gone and lost to him now that he had traveled down this path. Not that he'd ever admit to the loss. Admitting to a loss would admit that you held an attachment, and he doubted he ever did.

Dark eyes turned towards the equally blackened skies. This was the night planet, or so he was made aware from the logs on the ship. More moisture than Korriban, and this shadow was not one that insisted on trying to constrict his lungs and strangle his throat of air. Korriban was an asphyxiating environment, but this one was much less so. His breath escaped and it felt free, relaxed. A glance backwards, but the ship wasn't going anywhere. He might be here a while. Hours, days, weeks, but whatever it was he was sure he'd be moving on. The steps began, small at first, but soon they were at a steady pace moving away through the mild jungle terrain. Lightsaber and altertness were his weapons, and more-so of the latter. His senses were highly tuned at the best of times, even on Korriban. On a planet like this, he could probably track anything.

[The Seal]

Night. Darkness. Simple void. Not a simple natural light around. How long the Miraluka was there, who knows. It felt like ages, months, even though he fled here just around a week ago. He still didn't recover. Starvation, hydration, panic, sadness, hate. All those feelings were mixing in the head of the teenager, who had no idea where he was. Just a week ago, he ran away from those crazed bounty hunters, who blown up his master, whom walked right into a perfectly set trap. Only one week ago, he escaped certain death. And that feeling has been with him the whole time. Firstly the murdering of someone, who meant the world to him, then, the lost of the only person who understood him. Everyone was leaving him, and that was a dreadful feeling.

The Miraluka, used what ever he could find in the crashed ship he used to escape, and used it as a place to sleep, and spend his days there. The resources of water and food were running short, as the ship wasn't made for survival , but for comfortable traveling. He was weak, and fainted once, twice a day. If not more. He barely left the small ship at all, only, if he tried to capture something, or to answer the call of nature. He wasn't uncivilized, after all. But even though, his clothing was ripped at some places, dirty from the sand and several other factors. his hair lost it's previous glance, and was now sticky due to sweat and dirt, but he didn't mind his appearance at that point. he had to stay alive. he couldn't eat the Force, that was weakly radiating around him, nor could he eat the scrap metal that was lying around.

He stood up, like every other day. Stood up and shaken his head,then afterwords stepping out of the ship. his so called home. He walked carefully. not only the planet didn't gave any light, more so, he was blind. And, even though, he was supposed to see with the help of the Force, he barely seen a thing. maybe he was to weak for that in his state. So he lifted his right hand up, where the long black ribbon was tied around his waist, and brought it towards his nose. When the soft piece of cloth was pressing against his nose, he would take a deep breath in. the smell was completely gone. But even though, the Miraluka could smell just perfectly, but not just smell. Feel and see the previous owner in front of him. Another feeling of guilt hit him. There wasn't a bigger wish for him to say sorry, but he couldn't. One can not change the past, even though you act blindly, Metaphorically speaking.

The weak essence of a human body walked away from the ship, in search for anything that could help him survive. Strangely, that was the point when he heard , or at least thought to hear a ship landing, not to close, but, there wasn't nothing around him, so the sound could travel quite a distance before being able to be heard. it was a weak sound, just as weak as the hope to find anything. He wasn't able to run. Nor to use any of his Force abilities to make an easier advance. He wrapped the ribbon around his wrist, and his fingers wrapped around the faint piece of metal around his waist. A hilt of a weapon, that was more dangerous that any gun, if used correctly. just as deadly. Even though, he was simply a beginner in the use of it. But he hopped, that it could offer just a piece of protection, or, if the dire need comes, a weapon.

He slowly walked towards from where the sound came, each step heavier that the last one. he was tired. He wasn't able to give the body what it needed, and now the same body started to act against his will. Even though, he advanced, that his will was still strong. The slight sparkle of hope was in him. And the anger in him, together with the other feelings made the hope even bigger. He needed a point to focus his feelings into, so that his depression wouldn't get the better of him. And he walked, in complete darkness, falling on the ground a couple of times, tripping, or just plain tiredness. But, he advanced. Slowly, from where the sound was heard, with no idea if he was to late. He didn't even know if the sound was real. Who knows, maybe it was just a piece of his imagination.

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It would be incorrect to say he was blinded in the face of the night time, but his eyes were not particularly used to the eternal darkness of which this planet was renowned for. Rather, he tended to usually engage in limited activity in the dark, and in past ventures had spent much time acting in the presence of light; natural or otherwise. Limited was not to be misinterpreted as none, however, and though his eyes were not capable of seeing far, they could see enough. And they were not his only sense with which to direct himself with - not by a long shot. His sense of hearing could help direct general direction, and touch allowed him to navigate around things. They proved of little necessity, however, when he gave up struggling through the dark and instead ignited his lightsaber.

The crimson edge with white core was a gleaming contrast to the surrounding darkness. Around him, he could detect numerous shadows and crevices as the light flooded the trees and plants with its cruel lighting. He passed the blade from one side of him to the other, observing his immediate surroundings. Many of the tree roots were sticking up through the ground, capable of tripping over unwary passers by. His was not the foot that would be ensnared though, and with a snapping crunch his feet made their way through the forest. It would take a lot more than the forces of nature to hinder the muscular Nautolan, and the small roots of trees were likely to not be the greatest of his concerns. His guiding light hovered in front of him, leading the way, but always ready to strike out at a nearby threat.

What threats were here, he could not have imagined. The database on the ship likely had a catalogue of the native species of the planet, but he had not bothered to consult it. The planet was not particularly dangerous by his reckoning, and that was good enough for him. Living on Korriban had not ended up killing him, and he doubted this place would fare any better in its attempts to end his life. One thing he was not expecting, however, was the presence of another like himself. The existence of a Jedi, or something close, to be inhabiting the planet and glowing like a faint beacon, but getting stronger. He had not expected it, in fact, to the degree that he took a few seconds to recognize that it was a Force signature he was sensing.

In any other situation he would have expected a Jedi to assault him, cutting him down - or attempting to. What he experienced was much different from this, and it was a situation that put him on his guard. The body in the woodland was nearby, moving towards him, and he disengaged his saber, stopping all movement and just listening. Footsteps, rustling, and the overall sounds of a body moving through the forest. After a few seconds breathing, gasping, and they indicated the proximity of the other body. Where exactly, he was not sure, but his eyes were still not his only sense. Shaking his head slightly, the tentacles on the back moved against the air. With them slightly awake, he could focus on finding the body with some help from his biology and the Force.

Off to the left he could feel the Force emanating from the other body, and some heat was being given off from that direction too. His direction turned, focusing into the black maw before his eyes before drawing up his lightsaber. Flicking on the beam, it engaged and exploded the surroundings in light once more, and there he found his elusive and lost figure stumbling about in the void. The dark eyes watched for a moment before the lips moved to speak in a low, slightly accentuated tone. "You... who ahr you? What ahr you doing here?" He angled the blade towards his companion in the shadows, a few feet separating them but with Jaa in no hurry to close the distance. He didn't mind finding out just who this distorted Force aura belonged to.

[The Seal]

Never was a walk trough the woodlands so difficult. So long. And so dark. Never was a night so fearful, and full of darkness. Walking trough the bushes, trough the dirt, and feeling how your clothes get ripped more and more with each step. Just as his self confidence, his hopes, his dreams. He was merely an empty frame of a human body, with the given ability to walk. What was worst off all, he couldn't even think straight. Every time he did that, memories rushed forward from the deeps of his mind, and stroke him once again, over the still bleeding mental wound. He was pitiful. Hopeless. The only thing he was good for is to just crawl to the nearest hole and die. He wasn't needed anywhere. Nor wanted. He started to understand that, and his life took that in consideration.

And, with that kind of thoughts, something flew trough him. Some sort of, pulsing essence of something near by. It was strong. Too strong. Was that the source of the sound he heard. He just hoped it wasn't. He didn't feel that kind of power radiating from any of his previous masters. Not the Jedi, not the Dark Jedi he was training. Yes, it was the Force, and, it was terribly strong. His ability to sense that, paralyzed him. Yes, that kind of power was unknown to him. His age also played a role in there. He wasn't around for such a long time, and, from what he knew, this essence was feelingly stronger. But, soon enough, he started to move again. Beating down his fear from the possibility of the opponent. He wanted to survive, but he was not ready to run away. Stupidity?Maybe.

So, he walked to one of the bushes, and stepped behind it, one hand resting on a tree near-by. He stopped, examining the other person , who was merely some feet away from him. It wasn't a human, he was sure, then he seen some sort of face tentacles in the shadows, and after that, the humanoid turned around, and was now facing him. Yes, he was the source of the radiation. And yes, he was quite dangerous, as he seen his lightsaber emitting from the hilt in the man's hand. Rok's heart started to beat faster, and his breathing speed up. He heard the person spoke, in a weird, yet understandable dialect. Yet, he knew not what to say for an answer. His hand made a grip around his own lightsaber, yet, it was shaking. "I am someone," he started, forcing himself to keep a cold,and emotionless tone. " And...I am trying to survive." He finished his sentence. In the last words, though, he lost his coldness, and a piece of fear escaped his words. But he tried to ignore it. Last thing he wanted is for himself is that some would think he is weak. He ignited his own lightsaber, and the faint light red-orange glow of energy appeared of of the seemingly metal-alike hilt.

He took a deep breath. He had no intentions of running away, but, should, or should he not attack. He swallowed some salvia that was gathering in his mouth, and his focus was turned towards the , possibly hostile humanoid. Awaiting his next action.

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The blade hovered, showering off just enough of the blooded light to make out the figure and the other qualities of the man standing before him. He looked haggard, worn, and in general he was a mess from what he could only surmise was a tough lifestyle. His hand drew the saber down a little, casting more light around the base of his feet, and then up slowly to show the facial features. Not what he was expecting, as the light failed to direct any shape around the eyes. Jaa had been around a number of blind and sightless individuals before, so the band around the eyes was not a unique quality to him. Regardless, however, he lingered the blade there as the man's response came to him in the tone of someone fighting for dominance. The words themselves forced the Nautolan into a slightly smile.

"Indeed, I believe we are all someone. What is your name, and your affiliation? And why are you here? I can't imagine you'd be trying to survive out of pure intrigue for this planet." The saber dropped back down slightly. Clearly, he was going to achieve little from watching facial expressions to a scrutinizing extend. The little he could see with his blade at waist height was enough for him to manage with, and instead he observed the body as a whole. From what he could tell, this boy had been here quite a while, and he was not accustomed to the terrain or the lifestyle. He had been in a similar situation one time, but that had been then, and this was now. There was a lot in his past that had shaped his current status and form, though he doubted a similarity existed between the two Force users.

"I can sense you are strong in the Force. Strong enough to even be a Jedi." There was a pause, weighing heavily down on the air. If he was Jedi, then it mattered little. Jaa was unlikely to strike him down just for that single judgement. It was an interesting situation, and finally he resumed his speech. "Why are you here? Where are your companions? Teachers? Friends?" The situation was a confusing one, and he found it difficult to comprehend that the Jedi would leave one of their number in such a place. He would find out though. At least for the moment he held a distinct advantage.