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The hour before the Dantooine sunrise saw a tall, athletic woman in dark clothing, or at least it seemed dark in the early hour. Jaslyn Dayne watched the sky turn from deep indigo to gray to lavender to pink and orange then finally a light blue. As the sky lightened and the sun, Dina, rose she became clearer to view. Her coppery hair was braided and the pieces that fell out floated around a strikingly beautiful and very natural face. Arching coppery brows over a pair of light gray eyes lined with deep drown thick lashes. A nose that was delicate as well as the bone structure. Cheekbones that set off large eyes and a complexion that was like cream. A mouth that was a full delicate rose cupid's bow set in a calm unruffled fashion. 


Wearing a buff colored hooded vest that clung to her curves with an ivory scarf tied loosely around her long neck. As she walked along the black leather harness shifted and creaked softly. Arms bare save for the buff leather gauntlets that closed with ornate laces in a braided cord pulled taut. Her harness was attached to a wrap that, at the moment, functioned like a skirt and a belt. At present it covered her backside but was twisted up in front like a belt to keep her legs free. Black leggings clung to long shapely legs and tucked into black boots that eased through the native grasses of the plains.


Jaslyn’s steps were light, silent and rolled like a dancer's, or more appropriately a swordswoman. The breeze swept across the plains waiving the grass like a sea. Garang as in the way of cities was rather small but that was to be expected on an Outer Rim planet. Garang was also home to the only spaceport. And Jaslyn was leaving Dantooine behind.


While still early Jaslyn was not the only one that was out and about. The residents of Garang were also up and busy with daily tasks. Jaslyn bought passage on a ship going to Jaemus without much trouble under the guise of a hunter wanting to participate in the Battle of the Arena in Vespaara.


The trip to Yavin was, in a word, boring. Which Jaslyn considered lucky since it could have been one that they'd been attacked by pirates along the way, multiple times. The lambda, that she had caught a ride with for the last leg of the journey, touched down. [color=#EEE8AA]“What is this place called?”[/color] Jaslyn asked as she looked out the viewscreen.


“Wetyin’s Colony.” Came the grizzled voice from the Zabrak pilot that was flipping off switches to fully shut down the lambda. He was an older man who had needed a few hands with the ship and Jaslyn could work a slicer deck. Without using the Force and playing her hand.


[color=#EEE8AA]“Thank you Kelnar.”[/color] Jaslyn had kept her presence in the Force buried but she still felt the echoes of it like a cool hand on the back of her neck. Thinking about it she wiped a hand over the back of her neck.


“You keep an eye out if you go to Gully’s. There are too many sleemos there.” Jaslyn saluted Kelnar and gathered her bag and stepped off the ship onto the ground. And nearly fell.


The Force was an almost physical thing here and it took everything that Jaslyn had to keep her presence buried. Stumbling, she caught herself before she fell. Blinking Jaslyn analyzed the information battering her shields. She knew that if she continued to hold it then she'd have a crippling headache within an hour. Jaslyn lowered her shield and felt the aggressive rush of the Force. 


The hot biting wind that stirred no air seemed to cut through Jaslyn. It was malicious and powerful and…searching. Chasing that was a calm soothing presence that was like light misty rain in spring. Both were just as powerful as the other. Balance. But teetering on the edge. Jaslyn acknowledged both as she felt a third. Small but growing and it felt like shade from a tree on a hot day. That was something different. 


Feet moving without truly conscious thought Jaslyn walked around the colony. She stopped in front of a home that was a little farther on the outskirts of the colony. A sapling that was different from the other trees around. Jaslyn reached out and stopped as a young voice spoke. “Who are you?”


Looking over her shoulder Jaslyn saw a young boy probably not more than nine years old. [color=#EEE8AA]“Jaslyn Dayne. Can I get your name? I was told not to talk to strangers.”[/color] 


The young boy nodded. “Yeah my mom says that too.”


[color=#EEE8AA]“Yet here you are talking to me.”[/color]


“Well if no one asked for names no one would know anyone would they.”


Smiling, Jaslyn held her hand out. [color=#EEE8AA]“Pleased to meet you…?”[/color]


“Dameron. Poe Dameron.” He shook her hand enthusiastically. The child's emotions flowed through him into her. Excitement, friendliness, curiosity, longing to be included, uncertainty, anger and loneliness. Such deep loneliness. But love. So much love for his parents and flying. Seems he'd gotten the flying bug from his mother who was a pilot.


[color=#EEE8AA]“Very nice to meet you Poe. Are your parents around? Don't want you getting into trouble.”[/color] Jaslyn let go of his smaller hand with an ease that belied the inner turmoil she was going through. 


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