The Fall of Revan

Kinrath Caves

Deborah Ann Woll as Ashabellanar "Freedom" ^^^^^^

Chapter 2

Dantooine, Khoonda Plains

Same Day as Jax's Return

Peering into the Kinrath infested crystal cavern a voluptuous teenage girl clad in black form fitted battle vestments begins to make her way within. Pushing her intricately braided, fiery red hair behind her shoulders so that it hangs to her low back she instinctively readies her hand near the small of her back and not near the twin pistols strapped to each leg. Moving soundlessly, she makes her way through the network of caves. Summoning a Lightsaber which covertly is secured to the small of her back with the Force she effortlessly wields it in the air, killing a group of Kinrath in her way. A sad but necessary maneuver if she wishes to reach their inner sanction and breeding ground. A breeding ground which of course coincided with the exact location of a particular crystal formation she was in search of. Pausing slightly near a split in the cave system, Ashabellanar tilts her head to the side as if listening to something. That's odd, she thinks as she turns her attention down the side path to her left. I sense...others, down that way. But there shouldn't be anyone. Not with the Kinrath. Frowning at the idea she continues on her quest. I can check that out on the way back, she decides.

With her bounty secured an hour later, Ashabellanar stealthily makes her way towards the disturbance she felt through the Force. A disturbance, she realizes the closer she gets, that appears to be a group of people given the voices that now echo off the walls. Closing her eyes, she gives herself to the Force and focuses on those voices. I sense, a group of ten perhaps. Warriors from their presence. Cloaking herself in shadows Ashabellanar glides forward and presses herself against a nearby rock cropping, peers around. Before her a group of nine men, dressed in common Mandalorian clothing, mill around a large chamber. Around them a small array of supplies lay in piles. "Mandalorians...." She mutters quietly under her breath. Sensing someone suddenly behind her, Ashabellanar jumps with lightening reflexes and rebounds off the rocks to her side. Soaring up and over she whirls around giving herself a brief advantage of both surprise and height.

"That we are," an amused male voice rumbles as she intentionally reaches for her blasters, leaving her Lightsaber securely stashed in its hidden compartment behind her back. "Now, now Inya'kin," he declares, his own guns aimed at her. Knowing the others are now aware of her presence Ashabellanar coldly glares the man before her. Standing nearly six three he's deeply tanned with a well-defined physique, no doubt from years of combat. His appearance is roguishly handsome and his long dark blonde mane only furthers the look.

"Well, well," Another voice says from behind her. "Where'd did you find this one Psylor?" Sensing his intent to touch her hair, Ashabellanar dodges him with an eerie grace earning herself a raised eyebrow from the man before her.

"You're getting rusty Zan," Psylor coolly replies, his eyes never leaving her. "This Inya'kin here had you all in her sights." Giving her a once over he smirks, "She even managed to sense me at the last moment."

Ignoring the men's surprised reactions at that comment Ashabellanar keeps her gaze coolly on the man before her, her hands all the while still posed over the blasters she has no intention of using. "Why are you here Mandalorian?" She demands, sensing with the Force that this man before her was indeed their commander.

Throwing his head back Psylor laughs and the rich sounds echoes around the chamber. "Truly an Inya'kin," he declares as he flashes a devilish smile. "Outnumbered and trapped yet she wants to know what we're doing here." Attempting to squelch the emotion rising within her Ashabellanar's lip slightly twitches in a smug smirk. Psylor of course sees this and his expression becomes more serious. "I believe the question Inya'kin is what are you doing here...and what will we do with you."