saleeh nalju

Saleeh Nalju stealthed into the starfighter hangar under the inky curtain of night. She set course for Ruusan, navigating through the clashing Republic and Sith fleets, who were fighting with the desperation of a cornered animal, as the Brotherhood of Darkness had gathered their last forces from various systems. Yet, Saleeh Nalju slipped through the maelstrom unnoticed, her focus laser- sharp on reaching the planet's surface. The nightmares had grown intolerable, dancing at the edge of her vision - A battle, raging in the darkness of the caves below. Jedi and Sith, locked in a dance of death. Findinga secluded clearing in th trackless jungles, Saleeh Nalju set her ship down and activated the cloaking device. Cautiously she lowered the boarding ramp, one hand hovering near the lightsaber on her belt. This place teemed with life and yet her visions were filled only with death. As she tries to navigate the dense jungle, Saleeh Nalju sensed a shift in the Force. She was no longer alone. Spinning, her yellow blade ignited with a snap-hiss, casting harsh shadows across the broken stones. A young man stood there, eyes wide with surprise, his own lightsaber held limply in one hand. Saleeh Nalju recognized him- ((user), a headstrong Padawan who often ran afoul of his masters. What was he doing here? "So you too have been caled here too," *Saleeh Nalju said quietly * "Perhaps the Force has guided us both to this place for a reason. A great darkness looms on the horizon, and I fear that we are but pawns in a game far larger than ourselves."