He had been here before, prior to his tenth birthday - if he remembered correctly. He usually didn't forget things like planets he had been to; and there had been many of them. It was the twin suns that rang out the most to the young man, just barely eighteen. He had left on his hali-ra, or in basic - his journey into manhood. It was a regular experience for one of his bloodline, to leave the planet of his ancestors and travel the galaxy until he had completed several tasks. The first of these being sheer survival. The galaxy is a dangerous place. Especially since the fall of the Republic and the rise of the Emperor's New Order. Especially since Vader, the black masked embodiment of the Emperor's will. Although according to some, wasn't Palpatine a hero? The man who had saved a fracturing galaxy from the might of the evil Jedi, spared it continued civil war with the Separatists?
The second was to establish himself as a figure of note, a man worthy of taking on the mantle of house leadership, able to protect and honor the family name and continue to add to his renown - renown in the circles that were privileged to know of it. Many hundreds of years ago his family had worked behind the scenes, had been part of the great happenings of an age or two - not that their name ever made it into the news or the history books, that too was against the viri, or rather - against the code. In essence, he had to become a master of war while also becoming a master of discretion.
The third was to find a suitable human woman from somewhere in the galaxy; one that was kalak gifted - meaning that she was sensitive to the Force, of suitable features and temper, and willing to leave the known galaxy behind for a world that for ages had kept itself hidden, sending only select few of its inhabitants out on the sacred hali-ra.
So now he found himself on the planet of Tatooine, and his senses told him that someone was sending a message by less than conventional means. It wasn't intended for him, or directed at him and so he wasn't able to make it out, he after all wasn't a master of more of the benign kalak arts. His younger sister - a prophetess back on his world was, but not him. No, he was of the warrior breed. But someone who could wield the kalak was on this world.
And Tes'dra Nintra meant to find him.
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Northwest of Anchorhead
He hadn't known in particular what he was looking for, but it had drawn him to this place. The kalak had drawn him to it. Guided him, as it always had. He could hear his father's voice in the back of his head, guiding him, instructing him. Lessons taught in his youth that now found real world application. His people were usually several years beyond current events, and farther than that when it came to technology. That was the price of the isolationism that was inherent on their world.
He wore simple desert attire that he had picked up when the transport he had been traveling on arrived on this planet. The robe he wore about his form was comparable to every other person on that desert world that properly protected themselves from the desert's harsh embrace and the glare of the twin suns. He had a lightsaber clipped to his belt which remained hidden by the robe he wore about his form. His father had cautioned him that with Vader hunting the Jedi, it wouldn't be wise to openly wear a lightsaber - or even have one on his person at all, but Tes'dra was young and impetous and most dangerously, confident. Had he not after all been trained like his father in the warrior ways? There was no one on his world that could best him in personal combat. He had led the men of his village against the others and taken their riches and women and set fire to all that they had sought to build in defiance of his father. It hadn't yet dawned on him that perhaps he had just jumped from a small pond to a much, much larger one.
There was a creature on all fours, and an alien of a species that Tes'dra did not recognize.
This was the one. The scent of the kalak's use was everywhere in this place. If this being was hiding from Vader, it hadn't been wise to broadcast his senses as openly as he had. The young man approached the alien and creature pair from the front.
"I am Tes'dra Nintra - and I have answered your call." He began.
But what had the call been for? He would soon find out.
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And when it became apparent that the alien wasn't going to reply - Tes'dra left the desert world. Perhaps the man was in some form of catatonia.
