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Disappointment.

The being had spoken as a god-touched. Roared the defiance of hell as a god in its own right. Taken down the galaxy’s holonet transceivers, caused galactic chaos. It had sung of higher dreams, of indomitable will. What was its purpose?  

Disappointment

The armor might as well have been made from flimsiplast, and her bullets had struck true. Terra had watched the hulk of rust be thrown back from its throne, cast down in an explosion that had scattered its pieces as shrapnel. She knelt, picking up the head of the prideful creature and cradling it in her arms. She hooked her armor’s powercore to the processor for only an instant, desiring to speak once more as she removed her buy’ce. If it could hear her above the chaos of screaming children, it would hear the gravelly voice of Mandalore the Heartless. Her painted lips caressed the metallic flesh

“No one can stand against Kad Ha’rangir.”

She stood then, her voice pitching high to beastial howl of victory. Her datapad chimed with stolen data. She had brought the false god low, smashing its hopes and dreams into the abyss of hell. Her chimeric eyes were dilated, and her skin was flushed. Her breathing raged in panting gasps. The women and children looked upon her in a chaotic stupor. Their tormentor was dead, scattered in smoldering ruin about them.

“Follow.”

Terra whistled, and her mind began to flash with the scenes of chaos that had been the Mandalorian civil war. She had slaughtered so many children like these. It had brought her no honor. Disgrace was the only offering to Kad Ha’rangir she had made then. They would become warriors. They would never be weak enough the be captured again.

The children followed her from the great warehouse like a crowd of whimpering and crying mongrels. Terra began to sing as she saw lines of stormtroopers, a comforting song of war. She hoped it would soothe the tears. It was in Mando’a and she sang it with the stark battle-rage of her warrior people

…Wolf-skinned we are called, berserkers, you tasters of blood.

Her teenage appearance would be offsetting to the Imperials, but she approached them anyway. Terra’s reconstructed flesh was different then when she had been one of the most wanted terrorists in the galaxy. She continued her song as she approached a deathtrooper, (DRASKA) giving him a demonic grin.

…Heathen-devils yet unequalled, deserters of the masterless…

Terra pressed the head of KAIN into the deathtrooper’s hands and gazed into his faceplate with her chimeric eyes. Only her reflection glared back, brown hair in a plait, surrounded by scared children. She was unsettled by his gaze, and held her hands out, palms upwards. The universal sign of disarmament. She let the song trail off, rose to her tip-toes, and planted a light kiss on the man’s faceplate.

“Oya”

She stepped back and let out a whooping shriek and began to dance and shudder as Tros landed his picket ships around them. The children ran aboard as did the Mandalorians without Basilisks. Terra gave the deathtrooper another demonic smile, flashing her darkmetal teeth and slapped the buy’ce over her head.  The copper circlet across the dark armor was the only symbol of her command. She scrambled into Hades’ saddle, feeling the familiarity of the leather against her armored legs. The ships left Hapes quickly, leaving the Imperials to sort through the scraps. They would go to Chandrila after several microjumps. They had new soldiers to train, and a Crusade to pursue.

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Within the Transitory Mists a rebel alliance fleet lurked. Formed from the ashes of the old galactic alliance and the infantine imperial remnant, the battle fleet looked more like a garish holo display in a manufacturer's conference than any kind of unified command. The leading ship was an aged but intimidating imperial II Star destroyer, painted a dark ominous black, and with multiple hull sections having been replated and repainted, the capital ship showed its many battle scars. After that chip came the myriad of others, Mon Calamari starships with their bulbous aquatic lines, Taipani frigates trailed, contrasting with their harsh lines and even harsher blue and yellow paint schemes. Then came the ever-present Corvette swarm. Mostly Corellian, but many eximperial Corvettes and frigates as well, rounding out the mess. 

 

Such was the rebel alliance fleet when they crossed the borders into sovereign space of the Hapan warlords. They were treated cordially but cautiously. Forbidden to enter the inner territories of the rifle worlds or set foot in the Crystal palace, they were relegated to the great defensive platforms. Where they met the delegations of the Hapan Prince. It would be here that the hope of the rebellion could be rekindled. 

 

While they waited The ex-empress Raven stood in the medical wing, holding a silver locket in her hand. She talked with the medical personnel before surrendering the locket to their technicians for DNA harvesting. 

 

 


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Suddenly, in their meditations- Vos stiffened and rose to his feet. As he did not engage the girl sitting across from him, she remained stocily in place. Trying to feel the Force as her master did, and what had happened that he was suddenly on edge. Only a few seconds after he left the common room, he gasped audibly- and Pim opened her one eye. 

 

His footsteps were rapid and fueled with purpose and went from his cabin to the bridge- they immediately dropped out of hyperspace. The vibrations in the floor told her that- and that they reentered a few moments later in a different direction. Like as if they made a hard left turn. 

 

Vos stode into the common room, and resumed his meditation pose. Pim had closed her eyes just before he had come back into the room, so that she could appear to have been focused on nothing more than the meditation. 

 

There was a loud, hollow, “klunk” from in front of her and there was a- she gasped as she realized she was looking at a Jedi Holocron. After a moment of study, she blinked and tilted her head- it was active. Pulsating with Force energy. 

 

“Listen.” Vos said, softly. “Close your eyes, and listen.”

 

Following instruction she wanted to react in typical teenage fascination- in her mind she hollered “Whaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaattttt!”

 

“What is it saying?” his smooth voice asked. 

 

She listened intently, it was saying something but so low she couldn’t discern what the words actually were. But after a moment… The left turn suddenly made sense. 

 

Pim locked gazes with Vos and he shrugged- her question was obvious. Why would they go to Hapes when they were on their own mission? 

 

“Master, I don’t understand why we’re going there instead of chasing down that gang.”

 

Tobias stood up, taking the holocron with him and placing it on the table and helped Pim to her feet. 

 

“Signs are important- and the maker of this holocron trained me, briefly- I watched his murder over and over. This is a sign from the Force- and we have to listen. I have to listen. This is exactly the kind of thing I wish I had known years ago. You already know all this- I’ve taught you the basics.”

 

Then she asked the only question she could- and accepted the fact that this holocron was important and the message was to be listened to. She nodded, she understood what she was going to- and returned to her cabin to meditate with her crystal and the pieces of her new lightsaber. 

 

 

A few hours later they were inside the Hapes Cluster, surrounded by the Rebel Fleet. An uneasy feeling rolled through Tobias’s belly- but felt a familiar presence on the surface. Well, several pressences but this one- he tried to locate her to the best of his ships abilities. Tobias scratched his bare chin, pondering the situation. 

 

“Take us in- Pim and I are heading here to this same facility. It seems we’re playing a long shot chance game. I hope it works out.”

 

Though many security and other checkpoints- Tobias and his padawan made their way closer to his old acquaintance. Suddenly- he remembered the last time he had seen her and shivered. A dark memory he would love to spend more time brooding about but there was the Medical Wing- and there was the former empress herself- Raven. 

 

His left arm in a sling, a satchel slung across his body, walking with a cane in his right hand, the usual appearance for the Jedi Master. There was a cloth wrap around his head, covering his eyes- and the brands in his skin- plus the fact he was wearing Jedi Robes versus his usual scoundrel attire, Vos had changed in the year since the Black Sun Station battle. 

 

Pim, in apprentice robes and her blonde hair pulled back into a bun on her head; she was obviously a young Zabrak. Two lightsabers hung from her utility belt- and her whole body language screamed that she was not used to these situations. 

 

The duo entered the wing side by side, paused long enough for Pim to scan the room and find the VIP that they were here to meet. When Vos took a step in her direction, Pim knew he found her as well. She followed beside him, the loyal apprentice. He approached but not close enough where he signaled he was a threat to whatever security she had around. In a rough, yet melodic voice Vos called to Raven. “I’m happy to see you’re up and about, Miss. I…” He drifted off, phrasing the next part as he went. “I... was asked to bring this to you.” Vos held out his bag so that the Jedi Holocron was visible, enough for Raven to identify if she knew what it was. 

 

Pim almost reacted to her master saying he was happy to see this person up and such, considering he was blind. She remained professional- quiet and out of the way. 

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Raven watched with some degree of fascination as the technicians retrieved the tuft of fur from the locket and put it into their extraction machine. A centrifuge device that helped prepare the DNA from the fur for analysis. One of the men kindly handed her back the silver locket and she clasped it furiously in her hand. The lid of the locket clicked open in under the pressure, then clicked closed again when she adjusted her squeeze.

 

“Am I doing the right thing Vinalian?” 

 

The silence that returned to her was offsetting, but Raven knew it really meant the woman was adjusting her words to fit the situation. She cut the Imperial Exorcist off when she turned about and stared the woman in the loose fitting silver masque that covered her miralukan eyes. 

 

“I know that the seers told me that he needed to return, that the force ached for him. But what do you think?” 

 

A glimmer of a smile streaked across Cassandra Vinalian’s face.  

 

“I think mistress, that you need to do what you think is best.” 

 

Raven narrowed her eyes at the Imperial Exorcist then sighed. But the expression on the woman’s face told her that there was decidedly someone behind her, so Raven spun on a heel and came face to face with Tobias Vos. She let a smile spread across her face and she touched a gloved hand to the silver tiara on her forehead as a sign of respect, inclining her torso in a half bow. 

 

“Master Vos!” They had some history of disagreement, but she did not dislike the man and rather respected him for his course of action he had taken after dark sun. “I am pleased to see you here, and again I must thank you for the rescue.” She smiled again and took the proffered device, looking at it with a quizzical brow and a knowing smile before turning her eyes on Pim. “And you must be his apprentice! Welcome and a pleasure to meet you young Jedi. I am the Empress of the old imperial remnant, but you may call me Raven.”


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Vos cleared his throat, an embarrassed tone tinted his next words. “Yes, it’s... good You’re back in action. This is my apprentice, Pim Tusrock.” He stopped and closed his bag after Raven took the holocron. 
 

Pim bowed at the proper moment, blushing and remaining silent. Her knees were shaking she was so nervous, but she remained calm on the exterior. 

 

Vos looked around at the rest of the ward, or at least his head circled the room- his eyes still had the wrap around them. He lowered his voice- “Raven, are you doing what I think you’re doing?” He whispered to the Imperial. This time, his tone was perfectly neutral. 
 

 

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A tired smile flashed across Raven’s face before fading into the firm set of her jaw. 

 

“Officially I am on a diplomatic mission to the Queen Mother, but unofficially…” She looked down at the locket in her hand then hurriedly stuffed it back into a pouch on her belt before continuing. “I am here to bring back a fallen Knight.” She looked up at Tobias with a mix of defiance and grim determination. “We need every man we can, and if the Sith were to come to Nar Shaddaa…” She let the sentence trail off into nothing, everyone knew the implication if the Sith attacked. It was no bastion world. 

 

She sighed. “Do you think I error Master Vos?” 


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Captain Esterhazy stood watching the diligent work of the medical teams. Cloning was no unknown dark art, many planets had such facilities for the rich and the aristocracy. And Hapes was no exception, though the Esterhazy’s had never had the liquid credits to attempt such an opulent waste of credits. And so the tanks stood as a bastion of the upper nobility, at least in Eleanor’s eyes.

 

Her opinion didn’t much change as the cloning team slowly opened the tank that they had been working on and slowly extracted what looked like a large, bipedal, wet carpet from the tank, quickly hooking him up to life support equipment. What had they cloned? Who? And why did the Rebel alliance seem so interested? They were here to acquire support and military assistance, but the only thing the Empress seemed interested in was the actions of the cloning team. Eleanor raised a white eyebrow and leaned against the sterile wall, waiting for whenever the Queen Mother would deign to bring herself to this isolated outpost.


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It started off with some tension at first, almost like putting on something that was just too tight. It alerted Kirlocca to the change, a change he wasn’t really sure he wanted or was ready for. Pain, memories and restrictions were being placed upon him. While he knew what was happening, he didn’t really think that it would feel the way it did. He was being brought back to life. Somehow, he hadn’t expected for anyone to even attempt it, not unless there were desperate times. But wait, I had known the state of the galaxy… why can’t I know that now? It was a question that was beginning to burn within him. He was going from being a part of the living Force, to only being able to feel the Force. He was indeed being brought back to life, but by whom? And why?

 

His sight blurred for a brief second or two, and then all he could see was white. It was warm, yet cold. Feelings he hadn’t felt in forever. He was having a hard time figuring out what he was feeling again. The light was warm, yes, it was a light and it was warm. The cold feeling was his body. He was cold and wet. No, he wasn’t wet. He was… he wasn’t sure. What was that feeling? Air. He could smell, but he didn’t know what it was that he was smelling. It was all tension, but to a passing note. He willed himself to keep his eyes closed until he could feel the touch in the Force to wake up fully. It was all that he could do. 

 

Breathe, in and out…. Breathe… Just... breathe. Raven? Did he feel her? Slowly, the Wookiee began to open his eyes. His vision was blurred and could’t see. He tried to move, but couldn’t. Muscle memory was still coming back to him. Things just felt off, except for the Force. I guess it was how I used to be, fully dependent upon the Force. So I must return to that state. Re-closing his eyes, Kirlocca’s own voice began as best as it could. 

 

<< I am one with the Force and the Force is with me. I am one with the Force and the Force is with me. I am one with the Force and the Force is with me. I am one with the Force and the Force is with me. >>

 

Kirlocca began to attempt to open his eyes again. His eyesight was still blurred, but nowhere near as much as before. His muscles were weak, but responding to his commands. He could now fully feel within the Force presences he had once felt before. He knew them, yet it was not as they were before. Emotions started to creep in-and they overwhelmed him in the strangest of ways. They didn’t flood back, but they did indeed come back. It was a process that worried him, to have everything that tied him down slowly coming back as his full freedom within the Force was slowly being taken away. And for that, he needed to will himself back into a position to speak clearly, but he wasn't sure if he could yet. So instead he reached out in the Force and connected with those of whom he had felt before. 

 

... Raven... Tobias...

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The question was a break in Tobias's mental image of the Imperial Head of State- and he took a moment to think on it. There were several ways to react of course, but what which reaction would be most productive? Letting part of his mind wander to relax in the flow of the Force energies around them. Part of him was like a bobber on a fishing line- floating with the current and seeing where things took them. 

 

He sighed and looked around, despite his lack of vision, then turned his head right back to Raven. "Some beings are willing to come back, some are not. The Force put you here- guided you to this exact moment in time and space to act on what you want to do. As it happens- I was told to be here and give that holocron to you to help you do what you are doing. I would be lying if I am not eager to see how this plays out. I miss him as well... I'd probably do the same thing if Adenna..." He paused suddenly knowing he shouldn't have said that- especially in the presence of Pim. The girls aura shifted as she digested what she heard. Vos recovered himself and rephrased the sentence. "I'd probably do the same thing if I were in your position." He retraced his previous sentence structure rewording it to be a little more... was professional the right word? Best not to overthink it... Smiling, trying to put warmth into his smile because he would do the same for Adenna. 

 

But then- there was a torrent of Force energies that swirled around him- Kirlocca. Shivers ran through his bones as his skin turned to gooseflesh. He felt the different kinds of energies around the fresh body pulling a Force entity to it. It was a volatile exchange but it was glorious- and a tad frightening. 

 

Tobias knew what the wookiee was feeling- and lent him some comfort through the Force, filtering it so that none of Tobias's pain would touch Kirlocca. Suddenly, he realized how much of a transformation he himself had undergone since he and Kirlocca last spoke to each other on Carida. That seemed like such a eon ago now... Tobias was a little calmer, a little bolder, Force brands over the majority of his body, freshly shaved face, cloth covering his blind eyes, and wearing Jedi Master Robes(finally). The Jedi bowed to his comrade, flooding his presence with warmth and encouragement. Tobias would have spoke to him- but knew Raven should speak to Kirlocca- it was she who orchestrated his return, Tobias was just there to pass along Kirlocca's holocron- and once he did the process of Kirlocca being back in this realm was now a reality. 

 

With satisfaction, he noted by the ruffling of fabric on fabric that Pim had also bowed to the Wookiee, as her master had done. He hadn't told her much of who Kirlocca was, or what he meant to Tobias. Straightening up, he shifted his arm in his sling and took a subtle step back to give him and Raven some extra space. 

 

 

 

 

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A twinge in the force began to blossom in the body that lay before them. The powerful force spirit had been called home, and Raven could feel her heart racing with a mixture of awe and joy. She was not ashamed of the grin she wore nor the tears the itched at the corners of her eyes. What she had once thought ended by an assassin’s blade had been remade, though she was not confident he would be fully aware of himself or even his past she rejoiced for it. 

 

The nervous twitch of her black gloved hand ceased as she brought it to cover her mouth as she firmly felt him in the force. The tears came freely now, streaking ugly dark lines from her makeup that she wiped away with a hem of her sleeve. It was embarrassing to be crying, especially in front of so many people she deeply respected. But she did not care. When one of the medics beckoned to her, she glanced at Tobias and mouthed a ‘thank you,’ before walking to the side of the metal medical bed he had been placed onto. 

 

She reached out a hand and firmly pressed it onto one of his hands. Letting her presence extend to touch his as her hand did. Her voice was strained with the tears,

 

“I am here.”


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Everything was moving towards the right direction of him regaining control over his body. The Force was helping beyond what he remembered, yet his own thoughts and memories were fuzzy and not fully connected. Some things he knew, like within the Force the presence of Raven and Tobias. Her voice didn't sound the way he remembered it, yet her touch did. Even as he could feel her touch, her hands on top of his paws, he was willing the Force to help him open his eyes. Yet even before that, he was able to muster words, or rather, a word out to both her and Tobias. 

 

<< Why? >>

 

He didn't understand why he was back amongst the living. What was known to him while one with the Force has now departed. Only his prior memories remained, along with some feelings and extremely vague ideas of what had transpired during his time not physically apart of the galaxy. He could only assume that he would get a full debrief on why. As his eyes fully opened, he could see nothing but Raven's eyes, fighting in vain to hold back tears. He turned his paw over to give her hand a squeeze. 

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As the empress turned, Pim whispered into Tobias’s ear. Internally, he chuckled. While he was the top tracker and seeker within the Order, he still was blind to a few things. Straightening, he made sure to nod at the pair and so the pair left Kirlocca and Raven to become reacquainted with one another.

 

The whole way back to The Prism, Tobias just zoned out and walked back to the ship.

 

~~~

 

Today was a very weird day, Pim was replaying everything up until now from when her Master adjusted course while they were on their way to some event. She honestly couldn’t remember, but it involved animals. There was an obvious tension in the room and thank goodness Tobias had decided to leave. He had let slip something he hadn’t touched on yet. He had called the Grandmaster by her first name. They had to be close, she was starting to read her master better. Something about this had gotten him flustered, big time. It wasn’t her place to ask questions- and so she was quiet and followed him back through the station.

 

 It had Sounded like a long journey but it was only a few minutes away from the medical center. There, she was tasked with disassembling and reassembling her lightsaber. Her master bet her she couldn’t do it in under ten minutes- and if she did, he’d do the dishes for a week. If under six, he’d do it for a month. Silly challenges were a bit fun, it formed a partnership faster. Pim has been worried, but she liked her master and would be there when he opened back up. 

 

She knelt in the common room and started practicing.

 

~~~

 

Vos was unnerved- but instead of the usual meditation- he went into the little work area and started to work on the exo-skeleton he was building. A frame to augment the wearers running, speed, and lifting capacity. More for himself and his knee, but possibly to help those hurt in the campaign the Sith were waging. And thinking ahead- with the currents he’s been feeling through the Force, these would come in handy… Sadly…

 

Then he realized his eyes were blind- and so- he started to utilize the Force to work the metal and wires.

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Raven let her hand linger in his paw as she felt the tears dripping down her cheeks. She nodded and furiously wiped at the tears with her gloved hand.  Before willing herself to speak past the emotion. 

 

“Because we need you.” 

 

It was the truth, nothing had gone right since his death, and perhaps that was part of the reason she had brought him back. Kuat, Carida, Coruscant. Not to mention Onderon, Chandrilla, and who knew how many other planets in the core. All had fallen under the sway of the Sith Empire. All were trapped in the hand of tyranny, and there were so few left to oppose them. But her simple answer was not enough, so she sat down on one of the rolling chairs beside his bed. 

 

“The Imperial Remnant and the Galactic Alliance are no more, Darex, all the others are dead. Coruscant and the core are taken by the Sith Empire. And we are in hiding.” 

 

She looked up to the raised eyebrow of the Imperial Exorcist who stood several paces back and sighed. 

 

“But you need rest and recovery, and I am not helping things.”


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There was something inside the Force calling to him, even here inside the star cluster of Hapes. He had to return to Nar Shaddaa... Multiple strands of Force energy pulling him back off the station. There was no other way around it- he had to answer the call of the Force. Judging by the colors and vibrations of the flow- he needed to follow the flow. Granted, there were stands holding him here- but these new ones pulled him away. Even his meditation as affected by these issues. The situations in his mind as he reached out to the Force was something akin to someone grabbing his shoulder and spinning him around. The figure was almost recognizable- after the fifth time he saw the figure. 

 

Tobias typed out a message to Raven and Kirlocca, on his old comm line. He would give them some time- but he bid them to come to Nar Shaddaa. Then a few moments later- the ship shot back into hyperspace. Leaving behind a  Force beacon of happiness and strength to Kirlocca; Vos was happy to see him back and strength for getting used to his new reality. 

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Kirlocca nodded his head, with some weak senses of what was going on around him. He could feel the Force slowly helping him recover, and he was getting stronger as time went on. With a heavy sigh, he turned and looked at the image of Raven, which was becoming less blurred. Her entire face was now clear to him outside of just her eyes. 

 

<< You don't need to go. Surprisingly the Force is much stronger than what I remembered it... >>

 

Kirlocca now managed to pull himself to sit upright. He could feel within the Force that Tobias was departing the planet now. He felt Raven more strongly and could feel her uncertainty in the entire situation. Her thoughts felt like a swirling storm of emotions. He didn't need the Force though to tell him what was on her mind. 

 

<< Don't put yourself through those emotions. I know why, I understand... and I think I would have done the same thing. >>

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Raven lent a hesitant hand on Kirlocca’s back as he pulled himself to a sitting position. It was good to have that presence back in her head. She was glad for it and she nodded, her face breaking out into a grin that pulled the corners of her lips up and crinkling the edges of her eyes. 

 

“I am glad my friend. Though the order is in much need of your assistance. But take you time in that.” 

 

How many had they just lost at Corellia? How many Jedi at Serrenno? She had heard that Adenna had fallen there, and the thought of it made her shudder. 

 

“Are you well enough to travel? My compatriots…” She gestured to the two stoic faced imperial knights. “Were in the process of setting up a base here in the Mists. If you needed a place to rest.” 

 

Otherwise it was about time to return to Nar Shaddaa.


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Kirlocca looked at her and then towards the Imperial Knights and then back at her again. He had forgotten that Kyrie had left the Order to setup a more devoted group of followers to Raven and her vision. He was suddenly very concerned that something may have happened to her that she was not present with them at the moment, but he didn't let the idea fill his mind too much. Instead, he shook his head and swung his body to sit on the edge of the table/bed he was upon. 

 

<< If you have a need to travel, I will travel with you. >>

 

The Wookiee stood up now, taking a slow moment to make sure his footing was secure and then took a look around. 

 

<< We may wish to gather some clothes and supplies for myself before we head out though... >>

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