[b]Nero Acerbi[/b] … How long had it been? It felt like more than a few hours since the emergency-evac but it was far less; he knew that to be true. He stood in the middle of a dense jungle, his white hair still styled, his clothes near perfect. Moist soil slid underneath his boots as he pushed aside a few large plants and made it onto the shore. The waters were several hundred meters wide, he looked off to the opposite shore. [i]That was intense,[/i] He thought to himself, placing a gloved hand on a moist tree nearby [i]Master Rose, what have I gotten myself into?[/i] He looked in the direction of several billowing columns of smoke. “I need to find other Jedi or comrades. I can't do this alone.” He knew he wouldn't have much time to himself so he checked his own supplies before igniting both his Lightsabers to make sure they were working. The hum of their blades filled the small area for just a moment before he cut them off, clipped them back on, and started back into the small jungle. Exotic plant-life grew around him, the jungle and waters was teeming with deadly creatures. He could practically taste the predatory instincts lurking meters upon meters around him. They were developed; savage. If he had slipped up even once in that first encounter, he would had been chow for the beasts. If nothing else he was cautious, so when he heard the quiet growl of a animal nearby, he un-clipped his Lightsabers from his belt and halted his advance. Glancing from side to side, he reached out with the force, picked up a chalky brown rock, and chucked towards a canopy of large leaves two meters away. As he expected the large creature reacted on instinct and leaped out of the brush and into the bundle. Nero took a step back. Looking at the long snout, large tusks, and razor sharp teeth protruding from the six-legged beast; it was difficult to say what species it belonged to. He had never seen anything like it before. Two flicks of both his Lightsaber ignited them. “Easy there,” He muttered softly, careful of his steps and surroundings. “I'm not here to hurt you.” The beast turned towards him, circling him like it would any other prey. He felt fear, doubt, and a odd sense of survival surge through him. Holding both the blades out to his side, he spun them gracefully like he had practiced with Master Rose. The humming of the blades, coupled with its bright green shapes, and searing carvings brought confusion to the beast, it was wry of him now. That was good. [i]I might make it out of this alive,[/i] He told himself.