Endor

[attomemhuhvoo]

If Voh'nn Seinheild had ever been more exhilarated in his wretched lifetime, he certainly couldn't recall..

The other two jedi had escaped, however, they would be found and dealt with. But this one..he wouldn't be going anywhere, anymore, except perhaps a nutrient tank. One that would preserve his blue gray hide for skinning.. And Seinheild's shameful fears and worries of Elmira's death had been banished to the back of his mind with her return, like a shamed one, banished to the realm of what one could barely call a life.. He shuddered, drinking in his self hatred as if dying of thirst..

A shamed one. How close he danced the coufee's edge. His love for her grew every waking second. A love that was his disease, eating and blackening his vitals, boiling his brain. He had to appear to the masses as the fearsome commander, not some simpering offering to the lover gods..

His curiousity tuned into the intendant. She was doing it again. Practically frothing at the lips as she stabbed at Elmira's warrior ego with her words. He should have silenced her, but no, it would be too obvious if he came to the domain Val warrior's aid. Too obvious, and still, the more bestial side of him (if there was one in fact) found the wag of female's tongues entertaining. In a great many ways...

"The force.." He spat the word, putting a serpent's emphasis on the 's' sound, "Is a mere annoyance to us!! To objects around us only!! A hul's bite on our backsides injure us more.. Look what good the weapon of the force did for him.."

The commander leaned forward over the communications table and gazed at Atto's lifeless visage. The boy played his part to perfection. Unmoving, half raised haws lay dry across his eyeballs and a trail of saliva coursed a wet stream down the side of his bearded chin. He stilled his breathing with the force, and slowed his heart.

Seinheild wrinkled his nasal bridge in disgust as a waft of scent caught him. The scent of beasts, somewhat equine, somewhat reptilian. All offensive. He moved back with a laugh as he fanned his face with a darkly tattooed hand.

"Good work, Elmira Val" he congratulated her, causing the intendant's smug grin to flatten into a straight line. He noticed and continued on, trying his best to seem uncaring of either female.

" Yes you may ..keep it.." He said with disgust and a strange bit of jealousy. Would she be so anxious to covet his corpse as well? Touch it? Study it?

"You may do your sickening little examinations on this infidel later. Really, I am loath to think about why you would choose to soil your hands with its filth, but consider me generous Elmira Val." Seinheild looked again then turned to motion to the subaltern's to wait.

"The tail, with its blue scales would make a nice accessory to your garb.." His eyes darted to the missing pectoral armor.

"A coufee sheath perhaps? Not much else looks inviting to take, hmm, the head perhaps. I assume you will pluck every hair from the body??" He teased.

Keep the hide in one piece, tack it to the wall of your quarters. It will remind you of this small victory. But for now I say desecrate his memory and his 'honor'. Smear the jeedai with joining bacteria, insert blood parasites into his openings, and drop him in the nutrient tank for storage. Then.....

Elmira Val raised her head to look at him .

"Then, report to my quarters. " He whispered behind sharp fangs of gleaming white ivory.

"You too." He curtly nodded at Nia Shul, hoping beyond hope that he had just injected Elmira with the curse of envy.

"Elmira Val will need your services, preparing the bacterial soup for her usage...

The Grahois subaltern's coughed and sniggered to themselves. obviously, they had seen this coming.

"You will entertain me as well, and then will assist me in my report to the warmaster. I assume you are as masterful with speeches as you are insults, intendant?"

Nia looked as though she wanted to murder Voh'nn Seinheild. He wouldn't have it any other way. With a cracking of knuckles, the commander stepped away from the table made of diatoms and started to head out the portal. He paused by the irising membrane.

"Oh yes, there will be more jeedai arriving here.." He said it nonchalantly, hoping they all would believe the statement to be an unconcerned afterthought. For the most part, it was.

"Like that one, " he motioned to a still- dead Atto, "They will tchurokk Yun'tchilat!!

Kanabar!! Set the mood in my chamber.. you know the way.."

Voh'nn Seinheild stormed from the room, followed by a milk skinned worker who had been a yes man for so long, he had forgotten how to utter the word no.

[Blue but beautiful]

"How would have you done it?"

Nia Shul no more believed Elmira Val's explanation of a force backfire, than she believed that the infidels would just give up their galaxy. But the audacity of the warriors need to ask her that question? Well, she could hardly refuse such an opportunity.

"I would have made sure he had defining - " Nia found herself cut off by Seinheild's intervention, how convenient and utterly irksome.

"The force.."Is a mere annoyance to us!! To objects around us only!! A hul's bite on our backsides injure us more.. Look what good the weapon of the force did for him.."

Tepid anger now boiled anew inside Nia Shul's mind. Lucky for Elmira Val that the commander had chosen to voice his views now, she had, no doubt, counted on such an action.
And what was more, he was going to let her keep the jeedai's corpse? Should not such a thing go to the shapers? That decision was out of her hands, it always had been.

No matter what she did, however which way she twisted things, the situation always seemed to come back on her tenfold. And the problem was apparent to her as it was the smirking subalterns. Elmira Val and Commander Seinheild.
Nia Shul's quiet seething had caused her to miss the majority of the exchange going on in the grashal between warrior and commander. She had no desire to hear more sickening praise of her rival at all.

"Then, report to my quarters. "
She had picked up on that though, and sent a derogative silent sneer in Elmira's direction, unseen from Seinheild.
"You too."

Nia Shul felt an icy chill in the pit of her stomach, that spread outwards rendering her momentarily frozen on the spot. Had he just said that? Sai'dul had been correct...
His next words went unheard above the sound of her own heart hammering so hard, the intendant thought it would burst out of her chest cavity. Did he understand what he had just asked? Of course he did, no one got to the rank of commander without knowing the way of things, this was probably just another excuse to get rid of her! And what an excuse.
She repressed a slight shiver and chose to glare at Seinheild defiantly - better he kill her here and now than have her suffer the humiliation of being sacrificed to Yun-Txiin and Yun-Qaah.

"You will entertain me as well, and then will assist me in my report to the warmaster. I assume you are as masterful with speeches as you are insults, intendant?"

The intendant couldn't have despised the commander anymore right now, than if he'd actually turned out to be an infidel. Adrenaline flowed steadily through her veins, she sought to calm it before she opened her mouth to speak. It wouldn't do to make the situation worse because she could not still her angry tongue.
She did not wish to know what he'd meant by entertaining him.
"It is safe to assume so, commander." She responded evenly, arms crossed in a salute.

Inwardly Nia Shul imagined her taking hold of her coufee and driving it through that taut chest of his, that would put an end to all of this, and she might even be commended for it. It would not be the first time one of her status had done such things, and it certainly wouldn't be the last.
She glanced again at the fallen Jeedai. How strange - she thought- he had no defining wounds or marks to suggest a cause of death. How strange didn't come close...

[Elmira Val]

"The tail, with its blue scales would make a nice accessory to your garb.."
Seinheild was studying her intently, very clear of his intentions. Elmira minded it, enjoying his attention for the indignation it fueled in the already seething intendant, Nia Shul.
She was only half-believing his praise. What would have sounded endearing to him took off on her as condescending remarks. Meanwhile, she was sneering inside at the simmering anger of her rival. Nia Shul clearly hated Seinheild's guts. And the possibility of her death. The intendant wouldn't dare speak out about her unpleasant jist...would she?
Being the subject of a sacrifice did not sit well with the warrior. Seinheild had chosen to involve her in his affair, for all his blind animal piloting. Lusted-filled radank: he'd be the sort to arrange their simultaneous deaths for his consummation with another!
Was the Y-eskii-ll listening? Was he even old enough to understand?

The intendant was examining the body of the Jedi. With a abrupt shush, Elmira waved her away. The body needed lifting. Elmira did not intend to cut it up, despite Seinheild's bawdy suggestions.
She whistled something very thin through her back teeth at Nia Shul's misfortune. She imagined the difficulty of finding an appropriate comeback to the sound. It was one of many ambiguous sounds copied from passing warriors back on Odana for use around snarkish intendants that found themselves useful. There was a reason they were ambiguous. The commander wouldn't know she was secretly sniggering at him as well.

Unfortunately, he had saved her from embarassment several times. The intendant would know this. She hauled the grey mass over her shoulder with another disdainful grunt. Fortunately, the intendant's assistance wasn't needed, despite what Seinheild said.

Elmira glanced behind at the entrance of the grashal. No doubt the intendant would try to follow.
"I can do this myself. There's nutrient feed in the personal quarters."

She walked facing the entrance. It was an abominable headache to hear Nia Shul respond.

[wraith]

Leaving the yuuzhan vong prison did little to uplift the feeling of disgust as he looked over the carnage on the outside. Ewok, survivors of Salfer's, and yuuzhan vong bodies littered the ground. His attention turned to the presence that was coming from above and he relaxed somewhat as he saw it to be Charal. The relaxed feeling did not last as Nooktul took off and he followed after. The yuuzhan vong were still in hot pursuit and more than enough of their own were still walking what had once been the streets.

As he ran he tried to focus on the presences about him. One was easier to sense then the rest

"We're not just about to leave Atto here in these people's hands are we?!" he spoke out to Nooktul. "I didn't come this far just to put us all back in the same situation as before!"

[Blue but beautiful]

If Elmira Val assumed that Nia Shul would follow, then she had been correct...she wasn't staying here, not for long. There would be no asking the commander to reconsider, they very rarely rescinded orders - now would be no exception. Her only chance lay, weather she like it or not, with the warrior, Elmira Val.

"I can do this myself. There's nutrient feed in the personal quarters."

Nia smiled incredulously, "I, do not take orders from you, and my orders were to aid you in this task..." ah, so the orders had been good for something then?

When she was certain that they were safely out of earshot, she took a quick glance around - one never knew when the surroundings might sprout ears to listen. Glancing, with an air of pure contempt, at the warrior, Nia Shul found the words to speak after a lengthy silence.
"I congratulate you on your deception, Elmira Val."

Had that surprised the warrior, she wondered with keen interest, did Elmira not know of what she spoke? But of course she did...there was no denying this.
When the intendant did not get a response quick enough for her liking, she added soon after,
"You know of what I speak...tread carefully, you hang from a thin vine and Yun-Harla's aid is not always what it appears to be."

Quirking a brow, as if the motion would draw out a confession from the warrior beside her, Nia Shul waited once more for a response. She reffered to the supposedly dead Jedi - she'd seen no proof that his death was certain, that he was in fact as lifeless as he appeared. And until she was sure, Nia would hang onto this fact like a lifeline.

"It would be such a pity for your master to find out that the one who's leash he held, held a leash of her own would it not?" the intendant sneered, "The Jeedai...no one need know if you do but one small thing in return for this favour."
She left the offer open, not yet stating terms in order to guage a reaction and best judge on directions to take thereafter.

[Elmira Val]

"Say it. I'm rather tired of talking like an intendant, leashes whatnot. Seinheild? I doubt he can hold the right end of a leash." Elmira pffted, her nostrils flared. Her plan was only a good idea in front of gullible fools like Seinheild. She was quite tired of provoking another snide comment, and was anxious to change out of the torn oozlith.

She continued to walk away from the grashal; the intendant would follow. It was doubtable the favor was worth the time. Most likely, it concerned the appropriate orders of the lust-pig, Seinheild.
"But I can think of a better place. If there's anyone in the communal quarters , they better not hear any of your snide remarks. There's a private room there."
The intendant would be suspicious of her sudden change in attitude, no doubt. Perhaps she would require the obligatory counter-remark. It was highly likely there were a thousand more if the favor in question was a waste of time or unecessary. Elmira needed only to keep the deception that the Y-eskii-ill was dead until the next planet-hop back to Odana, or any of the various locations domain Val was sent to. The shaper domain allied with domains Val and Dresh would be interested, and intervene with Seinheild's brutish jealousy. But the intendant would be long gone by then, with sharper slander.

[attomemhuhvoo]

They spiraled deeper into the grashal to a place where Atto hadn't been before. Did he hear a current of water? Taste the overpowering saline of dead seas? He supressed a shudder.

He couldn't risk the luxury of simply opening his eyes, Nia Shul was already doubting the fact that he was dead, after all. It was a good thing she chose not to intrude upon Elmira Val's space, grab him up, and listen for a tell- tale heart beat. Slow, but present.

He did have his ears however, and he took in everything the two yuuzhan vong were saying. It was an amazing, if not voyeurist journey into the two beings psychology. Up until now, he hadn't seen any differentiation between male and female yuuzhan vong. Perhaps subtle bodily differances, as in Nia's case. She was more gracile than her male counterparts. Not Elmira though. She was as robust as any other warrior.

But Elmira and Nia were now engaging in a type of conversation that he recognized as typically female. Catty, biting, and naturally, being about a male.

Seinheild.

The boy remained limp as he realized that Elmira was lowering him to the floor. Wet crusts of unimaginable organic matter poked into his back. At his right, sunk flush with the floor, was the nutrient tank. He couldn't see the murky 'water' with its salmon colored silt at the bottom. But he could feel the warmth from it, and that smell, now like eggs long gone past hatching. Would Elmira let him drown in it? Oh gods, the idea of sinking into the viscous depths... But what if Elmira stepped away from his corpse for a second and Nia found out the truth? Either way he would have to act.

For a reason that he couldn't quite comprehend, he worried for Elmira. And in a sense, Nia too. That commander was quite the insane one.


(as seinheild)


The commander lay on his grotesque algael dais, stroking the cetacian ribs that framed it all around.

At last. At last he would know Elmira's attentions, and when she , he and Nia were finished with their little triad of pleasures, Nia would die by his and Elmira's hand. She had to be disposed of, no matter how tantilizing a morsel she was. The intendant was no fool, was witness to his weakness, and for that she would have to pay the price. Then there would only be the simple matter of reporting her death to her master. How unfortunate that the infidels had taken her life..

Once Nia ceased to be, Elmira could start the operation. No shaper would see his shame, only Elmira. Her alone.

(as Nootkul)

The kaleesh stopped dead and stared hard at the other jedi master. How critical he was, and... preoccupied. It wasn't just the matter of the ewoks and survivors of Salfur's. Nootkul looked up and saw the black bird winging its way down. Ah, who or what was this?"

"Arguing only makes tongues tired Ashen, But does nothing to stop this invasion. You assume I am leaving Atto to the Yuuzhan vong, you assume I am running away. Him and that single warrior escaped into this forest somewhere and I intend to find them. If you feel Atto's prescence, if you have somehow seen where he has gone, then by all means, lead me there. And while you are at it, introduce me to your friend. I'm guessing that you are fluent in raven-speak, or is said aquaintence not what she or he seems?"

[Blue but beautiful]

The intendant didn't much like the sound of any of Elmira Val's suggestions, each one reeked of an treacherous deceit. Nia Shul expected no less from her counterpart, she may have been more direct in personality and ways, but she was still Yuuzhan Vong.

Picking up her pace, Nia Shul stepped into line with the load-laden warrior, eyes dancing over in glance at the form of the limp Jedi apprentice. He certainly looked dead at a glance, but if this was so, how was it that he remained quite so...pliable. Nia Shul was by no means a Shaper, and thus had not the knowledge that the shaper caste might when concerning infidel species anatomy. But she could not shake the sense that something was terribly out of place here - and it would be so like the warrior to want to keep hold of her exotic pet.

"Privacy?" She did not fight the urge to scoff, "I would have thought that his prerogative." the commander would no doubt wish to cover up his tracks, unless he had a undying wish to meet with the gods in total dishonour of course. A wish that Nia Shul wished to be no part of, she wasn't dead yet.

"No, if death is my lot I would have the whole encampment see and know his misdeeds. Though I think it a pity I would not be around to see your shame soon after our sacrifice!" She spat in a fit of rage that bubbled to the surface, and again Sai'dul's words echoed through her anger blackened mind.
She was no tsup.

Averting her gaze, she lost herself in her thoughts, searching for an answer to this ever growing problem. Through it all there was only one, there had only ever been one - she had just been too concerned with other matters to see it.
Nia Shul's three fingered hand played carefully over the spiked pommel of her coufee, it would be thirsty indeed after such a long time in disuse.
Direct and to the point was her solution....as only a warrior could appreciate.

[Elmira Val]

"No, if death is my lot I would have the whole encampment see and know his misdeeds. Though I think it a pity I would not be around to see your shame soon after our sacrifice!"

Either the favor she had in mind did not involve Seinheild, or the intendant was contradicting herself. The only obvious reason Nia Shul would use the jedi as blackmail was to get out of reporting to his chambers. She considered exposing him to be a worthy death? Elmira couldn't fathom what intendants considered an honorable end, for their lot evaded the battlefield to lord over their social circles. There was a great amount of backstabbing and gossip involved in their games, and bountiful resentment. Hate your fellows enough, and nothing would be more worthy than taking him down. Wasn't that the way of the warrior caste as well? Elmira had ran into a contradiction. Not to be deterred, she quickly reminded herself that intendants quarreled among other Yuuzhan Vong far more often than furthering the Overlord's cause.

She continued to step back, as if to raise both hands in false ignorance, and said
"And I would not see yours. Weren't you going to ask me a favor?"

Nia Shul was in a foul mood; it was one appropriate of backstabbing, but far less subtle. Elmira knew who the coufee was meant to eviscerate. Gods forbid such a ridiculous idea.
She would of liked to see Seinheild throw a fit over the tragic loss of the object of his affection, but she preferred not to die. Elmira wasn't sure she would be able to know if he would completely lose it in the event of her death.

Elmira backed away in increasingly larger steps. The intendant would take this as a sign her attempts of intimidation worked.

[Blue but beautiful]

The warrior had backed away as though intimidated by her subconscious actions. Nia fought the urge to laugh at that...if Elmira was thinking what she pondered her to be thinking, then she was sorely mistaken.
Death is too good for the likes of you. She thought idly to herself. No, her demise would be a long and humiliating time in coming if she had her way.
Seinheild however - that was another matter. His death was necessary in her eyes. Indeed, what porthole would be open to her? What way could she turn if a superior had designs such as the ones the commander did?

Upon asking her to report to his quarters for what she could only assume was a twisted view of the word 'amuse', Nia Shul was expected to kill him. It seemed apparent to the intendant however, that Elmira Val had not figured this in her thoughts so far.
Though if she was truly intimidated - and she highly doubted that after having been issued a direct challenge only a full day cycle before - then let her go on believing that. Nia Shul would be all the better off for it.

"I proposed that if I were to stay my tongue when it came to speaking of the Jeedai, that you would discourage your masters intentions toward myself. I need not explain my reasons to you, they are obvious."

It galled her to say that, but there it was and needs must. Especially now. She needed as many options open to her as possible to come out of this intact.

[Elmira Val]

Wouldn't that be "propose"?
Elmira blinked. The intendant was taking too long to communicate the point that should have been elaborated half a minute before. She shrugged it off rather than remarking. There was something else she wanted to say.

"What, is it the loincloth? The missing upper lip? His personality? " she mocked, turning her back to Nia Shul. She glanced over with a craned neck and continued towards the loft grashal.

"I have little to fear from him; he's gullible, but I will do the favor because I don't enjoy your presence any more than you enjoy mine."
There were no priests on Endor, and if her perception of Seinheild was correct, he would bear to wait until their arrival on Odana to hold the bond ceremony typical to high ranking warriors. It still left the possibility that the commander would go ahead with his plans for the intendant, as their union was illicit and therefore called for no approval from the servants of the Yun'o. This outcome pleased her more; Elmira doubted Nia Shul would keep shut.

The grashal was unguarded, the sentries off-duty attending the victory feast.

[Blue but beautiful]

"What, is it the loincloth? The missing upper lip? His personality? "

"I have not the time to listen to your plethora of reasons for desiring his dishonourable behind." Nia Shul spat in a short sharp and extremely terse tone.
"You know fine well what it is, cease this mockery or lose your tongue."

That was not an idle threat for once, she'd had just about enough of this petty snipery. Even intendants had their limits, and while the prefects could argue into the early hours among themselves, there was a reason why attendants needed to earn their rank determinately. And Nia Shul was nothing if not determined to survive this.

"I have little to fear from him; he's gullible, but I will do the favor because I don't enjoy your presence any more than you enjoy mine."

Nia allowed her jagged smile to slide awkwardly from it's sheath, "that much we agree on."

So what exactly was Elmira Val getting at then? Was she going to accidentally forget to bring her along? Seinheild wouldn't buy that...nor would it buy her any time to get hold of a transport and make her own way back to the worldships. A yorik-et would only get so far without a war coordinator.

"His dishonour will be yours then...you wish to consign yourself to such a fate?" she shook her head more in disbelief than mockery, why anyone would wish to do that was beyond her. His weakness would become her own...it would drag Elmira Val down - Nia Shul was all too happy to watch her fall.

[Elmira Val]

(eh, inserting dialogue between sentences kind of throws the continuity out of whack, because the dialogue doesn't make sense if it jumps from one subject to another after Nia says something like nothing happened).

"I have not the time to listen to your plethora of reasons for desiring his dishonourable behind."

"His dishonour will be yours then...you wish to consign yourself to such a fate?"

Elmira stared in outrage, but refused to halt.

"You act like you've never been put in the same position. I correct myself. You're not a warrior. You are not subject to comment." she snapped back, increasing the distance between her and Nia Shul, not caring to look back. Elmira would very much of liked to see the Jedi slung over her shoulder snap back to life and give an immature rebuttal. The intendant was assuming she followed Seinheild's orders out of consent, or was pretending to. Elmira posessed as much desire for him as she would any other ill-mannered male. She had gone with others with the same sensibilities before, under orders out of a whim. She expected him to be no different, and give up his pursuit in a short manner of ket.

She stormed into the dilating valve of the grashal, gritting her teeth under the green light.

[Blue but beautiful]

(OOC: That is why I posted the corresponding sentences with the replies, so people would know what Nia was responding to. Back posting a short distance has been done in the past and is not disallowed - it's actually good when people have to play catch up. I did also explain to you that I had just returned from 3 extremely busy days away, and I was dead on my feet, I posted to be nice when asked about posting I'm not sure what you mean by it not making sense though?? )

"You act like you've never been put in the same position. I correct myself. You're not a warrior. You are not subject to comment."

If the warrior was trying to provoke an attack, then she was doing an extremely good job of it. Back turned as it was, Nia Shul thought it ever so easy to catch her off guard. But her coufee would not breach the backplate of her vonduun crab armour, she'd have to aim for the vulnerable under arm or knee joint. That would give the warrior far too much scope to respond and knock her senseless - she'd had enough of being senseless for one day.
Attacking right now might not be the best of plans Nia Shul had devised this year-cycle.

"I have never been put in the same position - until now." She responded evenly, allowing only a fraction of the terse tone to creep into her voice.

Nia Shul appeared to lose herself in thought for a rare moment - so soon after a confrontation that was.
Introspective as she was, she felt the deep pang of an incomprehensible and unyielding pain, one that the intendant thought she had long since put to rest. It was not as simple as embracing the pain when it came to that one in particular - everyone, it seemed, had their own secrets. This was hers.

Elmira Val wanted to put distance between herself and Nia Shul, that was fine with Nia - she'd gotten several paces ahead when next Nia Shul cared to notice. This would all come crashing down around her disproportionately large ears soon enough anyway.
Perhaps she would come out of this - Jeedai and all - after all?

[wraith]

"Arguing only makes tongues tired Ashen, But does nothing to stop this invasion. You assume I am leaving Atto to the Yuuzhan vong, you assume I am running away. Him and that single warrior escaped into this forest somewhere and I intend to find them. If you feel Atto's prescence, if you have somehow seen where he has gone, then by all means, lead me there."

He gritted the back of his teeth faintly. He didn't blame Nooktul for being upset at him he had come across harsh though he hadn't meant too. All of this killing was getting to him and the idea that the young padawan would be the next to die but Nooktul and he both would have sensed that. What he did feel was that Attomemhuhvoo was in danger and definately not in the forest. His presence was surrounded by a void which could only mean one thing. The yuuzhan had him and he doubted it would be as easy as before to get him away from them. He didn't want to say outloud but he felt giving Atto the hostage was a bad idea now.

"And while you are at it, introduce me to your friend. I'm guessing that you are fluent in raven-speak, or is said aquaintence not what she or he seems?"

His attention returned to Nooktul and to whom he was refering.

"Yeah i have a way with beasts." he joked solemnly as Charal perched herself upon his shoulder. An action he only tolerated at the moment as not to draw attention to themselves.

Charal herself turned her head slightly to get a better look at the kaleesh jedi master.

*Eugh I thought the Marauders were ugly* Charal spoke to Ashen through the force to which he could only close his eyes and comment in a whisper.

"You know he can probably hear you too and don't ask me how she got here Nooktul but I think she's a Dathomir witch and not one of the good ones.." he spoke as a warning

*Well the perhaps the information I have will do more to prove to you that my intentions are as I said they were. Your other friend is being held by these beasts in one of their equally disgusting buildings.* she spoke though the force again as she looked back in the direction of the building she spoke and in the direction Ashen had sensed Atto.

*I don't see how you're possibly going to make it past all of them to save him..well not unless you use it. If you use the Sunstar you could destroy all of these ugly filthy beasts.*

"No.."