04-13-2016, 03:17 PM
Revan's eyes followed Red as he stalked further into the patchwork camp, each doorstep throwing up a small cloud of dust and ash. He had a dark aura around him despite the facade, he kept up. It was rather peculiar to Revan how he bottled it all up instead of venting. Then again, Revan didn't know him that well.
A dry, scratching noise drew her attention and thoughts away from the red-masked man, instead focusing on the behemoth of a warrior that stood before her. She wasn't sure that calling him human would be entirely accurate. He was several feet taller than any human she met. Most aliens, too. Revan's eyebrows scrunched together as she tried to find something to compare him to.
"Rancor. Only remote match." She muttered to herself, learning once again on the hut behind her. The newcomer resembled a young, heavily armored Rancor. The recent memory of his coming gave the young woman chills. He wasn't natural, by any stretch of the imagination. Revan would have to meditate on this further.
Nealaphh was an exceptionally curious entity, but not in an exactly bad way. He was a being that operated in a different place of thinking and perceiving, and yet he seemed as tangible and real as anyone else. If anyone was to blame for that, Revan had to guess it was Omni. Wanting to know more about how this job was going to proceed, Revan pushed herself off the small ramshackle building and approached the being tentatively. It's head turned as she began to walk towards him as if it could sense her presence. It probably could.
"Headmaster Nealaphh, it truly is an honor to make your acquaintance." Revan started, drawing in a deep breath top steady her racing heartbeat. His aura made Revan feel insignificant and small, and his underlying power washed over her in invisible waves, throwing her off for a few moments. The Sith shook her head, clearing it somewhat.
"I will retire until the battle so that I will have time to clear my head." It nodded, seemingly accepting her words before running whatever he was doing before. She turned and walked out of the clearing, weaving around the creatures and people that hurried about. It was a familiar setting, even if the people were different. Revan's memories were fuzzy, but she remembered some. Soldiers performing daily PT, routine inspections. The occupants of the bridge standing at attention as she arrived. But the rest was nothing but haze.
She knew that many people would die in this battle, it was a truth of war. And they were at war, despite what some would believe. The Headmaster put forth some very interesting ideas, ones that made a lot of sense and appealed to Revan. She would have to study them more intensively to extract any more information.
Listing the canvas flap to an empty tent, Revan stooped slightly to step into the small structure. A lone candle sat on a makeshift nightstand next to a military-style cot, lighting the tent with a dim, flickering light. Sighing, she sat on the edge of the cot, her hand in her lap, dark hair like a curtain in front of her face. It had been a long day, filled with many surprises and interesting experiences. Her left hand found the familiar weight of her lightsaber, the cylindrical hilt like an extension of her arm.
She unclipped the weapon from her belt and ignited her weapon, the dim candle's light overpowered by a blood-red hue. A low hum filled her ears and she smiled as she disengaged the blade. She had high hopes about the coming battle, despite the pessimistic thoughts nagging at her mind.
Swinging her legs over the edge of the cot, Revan lowered her head to the pillow on the cot, surrendering to her waking dreams...
A dry, scratching noise drew her attention and thoughts away from the red-masked man, instead focusing on the behemoth of a warrior that stood before her. She wasn't sure that calling him human would be entirely accurate. He was several feet taller than any human she met. Most aliens, too. Revan's eyebrows scrunched together as she tried to find something to compare him to.
"Rancor. Only remote match." She muttered to herself, learning once again on the hut behind her. The newcomer resembled a young, heavily armored Rancor. The recent memory of his coming gave the young woman chills. He wasn't natural, by any stretch of the imagination. Revan would have to meditate on this further.
Nealaphh was an exceptionally curious entity, but not in an exactly bad way. He was a being that operated in a different place of thinking and perceiving, and yet he seemed as tangible and real as anyone else. If anyone was to blame for that, Revan had to guess it was Omni. Wanting to know more about how this job was going to proceed, Revan pushed herself off the small ramshackle building and approached the being tentatively. It's head turned as she began to walk towards him as if it could sense her presence. It probably could.
"Headmaster Nealaphh, it truly is an honor to make your acquaintance." Revan started, drawing in a deep breath top steady her racing heartbeat. His aura made Revan feel insignificant and small, and his underlying power washed over her in invisible waves, throwing her off for a few moments. The Sith shook her head, clearing it somewhat.
"I will retire until the battle so that I will have time to clear my head." It nodded, seemingly accepting her words before running whatever he was doing before. She turned and walked out of the clearing, weaving around the creatures and people that hurried about. It was a familiar setting, even if the people were different. Revan's memories were fuzzy, but she remembered some. Soldiers performing daily PT, routine inspections. The occupants of the bridge standing at attention as she arrived. But the rest was nothing but haze.
She knew that many people would die in this battle, it was a truth of war. And they were at war, despite what some would believe. The Headmaster put forth some very interesting ideas, ones that made a lot of sense and appealed to Revan. She would have to study them more intensively to extract any more information.
Listing the canvas flap to an empty tent, Revan stooped slightly to step into the small structure. A lone candle sat on a makeshift nightstand next to a military-style cot, lighting the tent with a dim, flickering light. Sighing, she sat on the edge of the cot, her hand in her lap, dark hair like a curtain in front of her face. It had been a long day, filled with many surprises and interesting experiences. Her left hand found the familiar weight of her lightsaber, the cylindrical hilt like an extension of her arm.
She unclipped the weapon from her belt and ignited her weapon, the dim candle's light overpowered by a blood-red hue. A low hum filled her ears and she smiled as she disengaged the blade. She had high hopes about the coming battle, despite the pessimistic thoughts nagging at her mind.
Swinging her legs over the edge of the cot, Revan lowered her head to the pillow on the cot, surrendering to her waking dreams...