Aeron can feel Rogan’s gaze on her and Volk, turns slightly and gives him a reassuring smile.

As the telepathic connection clicks into place her eyes dilate with fear. She isn’t used to such invasion without asking permission before.

Angel picks up on the subtle changes in Aeron’s behaviour and posture and starts to whine.

“Shh,” Aeron tries to sooth Angel and hands her over to Volk again.

She suspects that this Timonai has connected with her. In the back of her mind surfaces the information that her species is known to have this talent and lure their victims into their grasp and make sure that they do not escape.

Aeron’s eyes darken and she snarls, “You stay back with the crechling.” The Yuuzhan Vong personality which has been shaped into her mind weeks and weeks ago surfaced again. It usually happened when she lost control of her inner iron grip on the shamed one who housed in her mind.

“The map indicates a small forest close by, if we walk around an hour or two maybe? Or do you rather want to take one of those abominations called vehicle?

I just need to get a better equipped outfit, can’t believe how carelessly-” Aeron stops mid-sentence, her eyes closing and she takes a deep breath. As she opens her eyes again they have returned to their usual shade of green and gold. “I’m sorry… she took over. But she is right, a better equipped outfit would be better. You excuse me for a second, I’ll be right back.”

Aeron turns back to Volk and touches his face, “Sorry … she took over, we have to see Cait at some point as we have planned, before life interrupted - again. Corey seems to have no prob catching up with her.” She leans forward and kisses slightly his lips. “I’ll be right back, you two behave.” Aeron winks and then walks off.



After a couple of minutes she returns, a grey cloak sweeps down her shoulders, revelling the Yuuzhan Vong cloaker, a biotechnological bodysuits that offers some kind of protection, which fits like a second skin. On her arm curls up an amphistaff, the living snakelike weapon of the alien race which also lives on Zonama Sekot. On a cord around her waist is clipped the hilt of her lightsaber.

“I should talk with Priest Harrar, maybe he can provide us with some Vonduun crab armour carrier bag. It for sure would be a new design but it would ease my mind to know the little one is protected by something like that when we take her along … like in this situation. I mean we dress up with armour and what is with her?” She sighs. “Any suggestions, except you staying back for this one?” Aeron looks at Volk. “She is calling me, to tell me you go and I stay back is out of question.”

“Ready to go Rogan?” she looks at the newly returned Grey.

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