As dusk settled over the Academy, two figures had left the grounds. Atop their speeder, they had spent much of what little light they had getting to the Deep Wilds. With only light packs and the armaments they were able to carry, they headed into the crimson wasteland in search of their quarry.
Jun-Tsu peered up at a promontory from their place at its base. She did not look the controlled, vestal-like creature of the past few weeks. She threw off her black robes, and her veil, to reveal little more than loose garments and a headdress. Her normally covered hair fell down her back in flaming red waves that stood out against her pale skin and charcoaled eyes. On her back, half covered by her hair was her ancient Sith sword, resting in its sheath.
"Ve must zeek vorthy prey. Zhe greater zhe prey zhe more powverful zhe ritual."
