The Fall of Revan

Tight places

^^from swtor game gives you an idea of Manlorian's and their encampments plus you get to see Torian ;)

Chapter 8

Dantooine, Khoonda Plains

One month and a week after his Return

Rocking back and forth Ashabellanar cradles her head between her knees with her hands firmly placed over her ears. All around her the sounds of people intimately entangled echo loudly through the camp. The loudest coming from the tent where Psylor had willed you to stay. "Peace, peace. There are no emotions, there's only peace, there is no passion...no passion." You vainly whisper over and over to yourself willing the horrors from years ago to disappear.

"Oh Child," Master Zhar's voice calmly whispers as he suddenly kneeling beside you. Jarring in surprise you instantly grab for your Lightsaber. "You are safe Ashabellanar," Master Zhar firmly states as he attempts to send a calming aura to you.

"Not safe," you quickly retort a hint of shrillness in your voice. "Not safe below...too many desires," You shutter sensing all the emotions around you. "Too many...they want to touch. Want to claim. Please..."

"Ke'mot! (Halt)" A male voice angrily declares causing her to cringe. "Me'copaani Jedi?!" (What do you want Jedi?) Torian harshly demands.

"Peace," Master Zhar replies not understanding Torian's words.

"Usen'ye Jedi!" (Go away Jedi)

"I do not understand your words child," Master Zhar replies.

"I'm not a child," Torian sharply retorts in basic. "What have you done to her?! Your kind are not welcome here."

"I have done nothing to the child."

"We are not children," Torian growls, offended as any Mandalorian his age would be. "She is chaabar mirshir, afraid and in shock." He corrects obviously not used to speaking basic as much as the others.

"She is," Master Zhar affirms.

Standing up slowly Master Zhar gestures to the camp below them. "Bic ni Skana'din," Torian curses. "I should've known," he growls in basic, angry with himself.

"She has told you?" Master Zhar asks in astonishment.

"Nayc," Torian replies with a shake of his head. "Read the signs. Naasad, none," He corrects in basic. "Touch."

"You're correct. She doesn't allow contact," Master Zhar kindly corrects.

"Bold, but not in the way they are," he adds gesturing down towards the camp. Master Zhar nods and Torian narrows his eyes. "She was forced? By a man." He adds, obviously disgusted at the idea he's come to conclude.

"One tried, years ago."

"Adiik? (A child) Demagolka! (Someone who commits atrocities)" Torian venomously curses. "Why do you know Jedi?" He suddenly demands in suspicion. "My sister, she would not have told others, save us."

"Your sister? Ah," Master Zhar responds in understanding. "That's how you know. You recognize the traits."

"Elek," Torian affirms leveling his weapon back at him.

"Peace," Master Zhar states. "She was brought to me for help that is all young warrior. Attention from boys within her people and other males became an issue for her. She would flee and developed night terrors."

Cursing Torian turns and eyes the camp below. "Their noise?" He questions implying the carnal sounds below.

"Yes," Master Zhar simply responds. "She needs to leave, to find solace..."