Post by Kaiza Pawaro on Jul 7, 2018 18:08:57 GMT -5
Dagobah lived up to its reputation. The planet practically teemed with life, and yet one’s efforts to find civilization would turn utterly fruitless. Muddy, slimy, overgrown with vegetation, dark and fetid – no sane mind would ever volunteer to stay for long. Chances of a sentient being’s long-term survival neared zero. Feral hunger could be sensed in the air – enough to send any accidental visitors packing. Heavy fogs lazily rolled over shallow pools of stagnant water, denying any and all attempts at scouting the land ahead from afar. No, Dagobah wasn’t friendly or inviting in the least. In spite of that, a nimble light freighter cut through its musky atmosphere and landed upon a suitable isle of solid landmass, surrounded by treacherous, bottomless bogs.
The world’s endless marshes had proven enough to dissuade Romero from setting foot off his ship. The former TIE pilot hated mud with passion, rejecting the very notion of going outside and checking the perimeter for pests and dangerous swamp creatures. As such, this responsibility fell upon Kaiza’s shoulders – she hardly voiced a protest, already set on going outside and spending a day or two in the wilds. If the legends had some truth to them, all the risk and danger wouldn’t be in vain. Diligence always bore fruit and there was no cake to be eaten without someone’s work and effort. A farmgirl for most of her life, she wasn’t one to be intimidated by a bit of dirt and hardship anyway.
Kaiza’s dream was to rebuild the Jedi order. Perhaps nothing more than wishful thinking birthed by a naïve mind, it nevertheless filled her with much optimism and inner strength. Enough for the young Jedi to embark on a dangerous journey, the destination of which being nothing else than a certain small, green-skinned Jedi Grandmaster’s hut. She only prayed the Empire or Sith hadn’t discovered the place yet. Fortunately enough, Dagobah’s location and abundance of things slippery and gross promised a solid chance of success – provided she actually managed to find the place with nothing but the Force to guide her.
Much to the Mirialan’s regret, even her droid companion had to stay behind – the marshy, soupy ground wouldn’t permit it to travel by her side. After shedding her robe, packing a bag of supplies, pulling on a pair of practical knee-high boots, she bid her allies farewell and stood by the cargo bay’s extending ramp, observing as its end buried into the earth. The humid stench of decay immediately punched the yellow-skinned Jedi’s nose, forcing her to breathe as little as possible until her sense of smell blocked out the worst offenders.
The first few meters turned out more difficult than anticipated – two steps off the ramp and the young girl already found herself buried thigh deep in filth. Letting out a sigh, she pulled her legs, one after another, slowly making her way about and producing so much noise all wild beasts scurried away in primal terror.