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mayxthexforce · 9 months ago
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Learning Curve || Drakka & Feral
Starter for @spcre-sith
Dallenor's dual moons covered the arid landscape before her with a soft shade of blue. If it wasn't for the fact that the wind kept blowing the sand that made up around 90% of the ground on her face —reminding her that it was, in fact, dry and scratchy sand and not something else—, Drakka could have mistaken it for snow.
It WAS cold enough outside right now that it'd have been an understandable misconception.
It'd been a long time since the Jedi council had last sent Jedi to Dallenor and, while Drakka had their blessing to be there, she was not really currently stationed on the planet for the Jedi Order's sake. No, she was here because she owed someone a favor– or more like, her father owed a fellow archeologist of his a favor, and it was being paid in the form of Drakka sitting around, bored out of her mind, keeping an eye out for anything out of ordinary while the archeologist team worked on unearthing what they believed to be the ruins of a Sith temple from the depths of the desert. And she wasn't even allowed to venture in.
Yet, she told herself. Not allowed to venture in YET.
And yet, curiosity was eating at her. Now, as she checked the perimeter while most of the team slept or simply lounged in their tents, she was even more tempted to just take a look. Taking a peek never killed anyone– not anyone she knew, at least.
Her inner conflict was promptly interrupted by SOMETHING. A shift in the wind dragged a scent to her, something that would have been imperceptible for the team and even for most Jedi– but on top of being a Jedi, she also happened to be a Zabrak, graced with a much sharper sense of smell that the average humanoid. She'd been sitting around while these men and women worked in the sun, she knew damn well by now what they smelled like. This scent didn't belong to any of them.
So, she followed it, a determined stride to her step that was surprisingly soundless thanks to the sand, intent on finding the source of it– on finding the INTRUDER.
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