Cadena nods solemnly, "I'll do what needs to be done, Mother Celia. No harm will come to my sister-s as long as I can still fight, and I can fight a long time."

Sienna lets out a short breath of relief, and adds another tally to her mental note of "learn control," something she's been procrastinating for a while now.

Barda grimaced at the thought of a Sith-aligned foe.

"I will protect my coven sisters to the best of my abilities."

Aleena nodded along with the talkative Nightsister's questions. When given it, she immediately loaded the datastick given her by Celia, desperate to know more about Gala's report.

I can't wait to dig into this!

Celia smiled at them, Excellent, very good.. She reached into a pouch at her waist and pulled out four items. Take these talismans, they will give you added strength through the Force, but these come with a price; once they decay, your physical bodies will deal with that much power coursing through it. You may loose consciousness after a prolonged battle. In order to use them properly, you will need to attune yourselves with it and attach a release enchantment to it. That will bind it to you. To activate it, perform your enchantment and it will act as a conduit for Force energy.

Sienna eagerly accepts the talisman in cupped hands, gazing at it in wonder as she tries to divine its nature and the methods involved in its construction. It feels faintly warm in her hands and she can feel a swirl of power trapped inside, as if water rushing against a dam. "This is... incredible..." she breathes, running her thumb over the surface of the talisman.

Cadena accepts her talisman, looking it over before slipping it into a secure pocket inside her jacket, "Thank you, I'll use this gift wisely."

Aleena's datapad chimed when the data loaded...

Aleena distractedly grabbed one of the talismans and shoved it into a pocket while skimming the report.

"Interesting! Do we have a means of transportation available?" she asked Celia.

Barda carefully took the offered talisman, looked it over, then placed it in a secure pocket. She nodded her thanks to Celia.

8 hours ago, Bellona said:

"Interesting! Do we have a means of transportation available?" she asked Celia.

A flash of disgust flashed across Celia's face. Mara is waiting for you in her camouflaged workshop, she has done her best with what we had available.. she shrugged, We simply don't have the resources at the moment. Celia indicated their talismans, The transit time should give you adequate time to complete your enchantment.

Sienna slips the talisman in her satchel and starts to turn away, "Then let's go! ...Or was there something else?" She turns back, realizing she hadn't really been released.

Celia smirked, but nodded. Go, but be mindful.. You may be expected..

The four witches make their way out of the cavernous space and out to the red hued daylight. They are directed by a passing girl towards the twisted, spider-leg like trees. Stretched between them are camouflaged awnings, most of which house the limited selection of vehicles and basic housing as the Covin consolidated its resources.

Beneath one of these awnings is a young woman waving them down. As they approach, the woman moves closer to the small vessel that is sheltered there.

Sienna speeds up, jogging to the ship ahead of the others. "Are you Mara?" She looks the ship over curiously, rather unfamiliar with spacecraft.

Mara nods and waves them in as she walks along side of an old Shethipede shuttle; battered, rust covers much of the dented hull. The blue and gray of the Separatist navy is little more than streaks of faded light pigment, sun bleached from the long passage of time.

Sorry, Mara told them. But this is the best we could salvage that has the hyperdrive capable of making the journey. She may be a little rough, but they made these to last. Mara punctuated her remark with a smack of her hand against the hull. A small ping from the lower section heralded a section of hull plating coming loose and falling to the dirt with a small puff of red dusty dirt. Mara held up a finger, Icanfixthat,don'tworry! she said in a rush, pulling out a roll of space rated tape.

Cadena feels a sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach. She can perceive the residual energies left by the use of magics to manipulate mechanical constructs, but she isn't thrilled at the prospect of committing their safety to something held together with tape and wishful thinking.

Sienna registers that magic has been used to repair the ship, a method somewhat similar to alchemy. She is so enamored by the concepts at play and the idea of space flight that she hardly notices that it's falling apart. "Wow... This is amazing! I have a good feeling about this mission."

Cadena maintains her characteristic straight face, but slowly turns her head to look at her sister in silent bafflement. "Wow" is right, but that's the wrong way to say it...

Sienna is too excited to notice and starts to walk around the ship.

Aleena raises an eyebrow at the Sheathipede and it's captain's actions.

"A Sheathipede antique from the Clone Wars, I see," she commented drily. "I trust that you'll keep your focus steady on those ... repairs?"

I've got a bad feeling about this ... Those Separatists only brought bad luck to Dathomir, and I'm really not sanguine about travelling one of their old ships.

Barda, on the other hand, while she didn't recognise the vessel's type, was impressed by the loving care obviously put into keeping it flight-capable. And impressed by how Mara had harnessed magic to help her do so.

"That's a nifty ship - and you seem to have the knack for keeping it running!" she enthused. "I'm a bit of an amateur, but I do have an interest in mechanical work. If you have the time, I'd like to see that knack in action!"

Well... Mara hesitated as she applied another strip of tape to the hull plate, Sure, I can keep up the repairs.. at least until you leave.. I'm staying here see, There's this speeder Mother Celia wants repaired so we can transport supplies to the Coven's temporary home...

Aleena's heart sank at Mara's words. Even worse, the expert mechanic is not coming along with us.

She looked over the shuttle again. "I guess that I'd better crack open my old astrogation texts and see what I can remember," she muttered dispiritedly.

Barda was more sanguine about their "new" ship.

"I'll do the same with my old piloting texts," she said cheerfully.

"Fly me closer, I want to hit it with my sword..." Cadena mutters. "I won't be of much use in that, I am not mechanically inclined or at all experienced in ship operations."

Having completed her circuit of the craft, Sienna says, "I'll help where I can."

Oh, you'll have a pilot. Mara assured them, We figured you could use the extra help on this mission.. Mara walked to the rear of the shuttle. Hey, the team is here, c'mon out.

A nasally voice emanated from the interior Certainly! it called cheerfully. Out stepped an equally old B1 battledroid, just as battered and rusted as the ship, with flecks of various paint chips form a dozen paint schemes. The general impression was it was assembled from different droids of the same model. It held up a hand in a brief wave, Greetings! it said, My name is Crash, I will be your pilot for this mission!

Mara cringed.

Cadena's mouth drops open in shock. Maybe I should fly after all...

Sienna looks at it in confusion, "I don't mean to sound rude, but that? Are you sure it can?" I hope its name is ironic, but its appearance would tend to suggest otherwise...

Aleena was completely nonplussed.

Barda's jaw dropped.

Are we ready to depart? Crash asked, The navigational computer estimates two days of travel.. you organics need food, right? I think I have some ration packs in here somewh--

You do, Mara interrupted, You'll have enough supplies onboard for five days, You'll have to resupply when you arrive, just to be safe.

Cadena composes herself, "Alright then." she turns to her new companions, "My sister and I are ready to depart immediately. Are you?"

"Are we going to try to sneak in to the spaceport," Barda asked, "Or should we have some sort of cover story? If the latter, then I've got an idea ..."

I will start the preflight and make the calculations... Crash said cheerfully as he headed back into the shuttle. I haven't been on a mission since my reprogramming! And since there are not any Jedi, I might even survive this time!