Protecting a Life (Closed)

[Lady Zahra/Jules]

*She had rested only briefly in her apartment on Nar Shaddaa. Radmila knew she needed to make a quick escape to the homeworld of Vassur before things got worse. Sending this man right into the heart of the Dark Jedi with information about her was very dangerous. She only hoped he would be true to his word. Afterall, he wasn't a Dark Jedi yet. Grabbing her clothes and other necessary supplies, she stops before the mirror and looks at herself. It was hard to believe that the life she had always thought was perfect seemed so far from it now. Life on the run....taking one bounty at a time. Never had she figured on being a mother. Yet, that is exactly where her path was taking her now. What was wrong with her? She turned to the side to look at her figure as her hands moved slowly down her stomach smoothing out the fabric. A maternal fear for her unborn child sprung forth as her resolve increased. She hated running, but she knew no other option. Vassur would contact her when he could...but should she even tell him? She could hide it. Hide the child....leave him or her with Vassur's people. She pressed those thoughts out of her head as she moved towards her bags and grunted under their weight. Turning, she walked out and made her way towards the ship. Radmila had called ahead to have the ship prepped for take off. All was in order when she arrived. She paid the dock workers and moved inside to put the bags away. Only after this was done, did she take a deep breath and sit in the pilot's chair to go through the files in the nav computer. Just as he had said, she found the coordinates. Getting the okay from the control tower, she brought the ship off of the platform and turned her around as the burners engaged and she shot off towards the atmosphere.*

"Here goes nothing."

*Once a safe distance from Nar Shaddaa and other incoming vessels, she entered the coordinates in the Nav computer as it began calculating the best route. Once all was ready, she pulled the lever and the ship volted forth into lightspeed.*

[Triune]

*There was the Outer Rim and then there was The Fringe. like the comtrail of a atmospheric craft these trailing planets and systems were trying to catch up to the speeding galactic arm, carried along in its wake, a few million years from now would see these few systems isolated in an eddy of intergalactic space perhaps to be caught up to by the next swirling arm of the Galaxy or perhaps to be swept into that great void the Galactic Abyssal. As Radmilla's ship exited hyperspace she could not feel the vast gulf of intergalactic space only a sense of relief as a blue-green planet filled her viewport. A massive planet revolving around a binary sun it seemed the only planet in the system, the rest a collection of rubble and asteroids. Had Vassur's coordinated not been as accurate as they were she would have come out beyond the vast sphere of asteroids or worse within them. A difficult system to enter. Her vessel flew towards the planet, her comm channels eerily silent.*

[Lady Zahra/Jules]

*She tried to hail a control tower or anything below as she brought the ship in closer to the planet. The planet was simply breathtaking to someone who was used to life in the busy urban areas. Chances to get out into beautiful territories like this were very few and far in between. However, there was an almost innocence that sprung up from the land below her. Perhaps it was deceiving to the eye or perhaps it was real. The only way to figure out was to keep on proceeding.*

[Triune]

"You may Land." Is the only response she gets, only then does a beacon activate to tell her where to land. Sailing through the atmosphere there is scenes of untouched primordial beauty below her. Only as she gets closer to both the source of the beacon and the planet's surface does the thin ribbon of dirt roads become visible. Here and there a patch of worked earth but very little in the way of what anyone would call an organized agrerian society. The port turns out to be roughly thirty buildings and a smooth patch of bedrock marked with a circle and an 'X' for a landing pad. Only small vessels no larger then her own ship could possibly land here. Off to the side of the 'landing pad' a small group of people, reminescent of Vassur, tall, well built, muscled, stand.*

[Lady Zahra/Jules]

*She brings the ship in over the landing pad and activates the reverse thrusters to slow the progress as the ship slowly lowers to the landing pad. The lights on the outside of the ship flicker as she begins shutting down the engines and power to the ship. The ramp lowers and Radmila just takes a moment to look out at the people gathered to meet her. She felt an ache in her heart as she looked upon them and immediately was reminded of Vassur. Pulling her gaze away to unlatch her harness, she stood up and stretched out her travel weary muscles. Taking time only to pull on her jacket, she stepped down the ramp hesitantly watching them carefully. Once at the bottom, she stepped towards them.*

"Hello. Vassur told me I could come here for refuge. My name's Radmila Bohdana."

[Triune]

*One of the men spouts out something in a language unfamiliar to Radmila, draws a wickedly curved bone knife and leaps at her. He never reaches her, midway through his leap he is caught in mid air, held there by some invisible hand and tossed back roughly. The tallest woman says something back to him in that same language before turning and walking towards Radmila.*

"You must forgive him, he is young and prone to act without thinking. I am Ilaria, Vassur's broodsib and yearmate." She pauses a few feet from Radmila, her nostrils flare. Her raven black eyebrow raises slightly "You did well to come to us, you carry his child. The birth will be difficult for you. As he has seen fit to share himself with you I claim you here and now as Broodsib of our clan with all that such entails." She glanced back at the man rising to his feet as if to ensure he heard her. She looked back to Radmila and smiled, putting a hand on her shoulder. "Come you must be tired from your journey, you may stay in my Steading, it is not far. We can speak of what my wayward sib has been up to, I suspect it is not all good news."

*Much had transpired between these people during this exchange, so much unspoken that carried much weight. It will be an interesting time.*