Althea stood before a familiar site in the mountains on Viscara, over the crater that once was where she held her temple. She looks over where each building once layed, where her ports were, and finally where her ship once rested. It had been a long time now, too long. It’d been more then two years now since she first took a step on Viscara, since she tried to help those she could. It felt all for naught now, the temple gone, what she tried to build gone, and even those she tried to save. The passing of the times seemed clear to her now, so many potentials have arrived on Viscara of late, so many that have yet to make their mark here. She did not come out here to seek the future though, not yet, her past was not done with her yet.
The trail down into the crater was how she remembered, fern and the occasinal wild life to violently greet her. The rain added to her sense of nostalgia, something that surprised her once she realised it was there. When did she consider here to be home? It didn’t matter now, it wasn’t hers anymore and she was here for a task. She took a moment to compose herself before continuing though, she knew she’d need her wits to find anything after Czerka pulled it all down, but she hoped she could find something, anything, of what she was looking for.
No one really knew who Althea was anymore, the only ones that really knew her are either dead or moved on. Even Sandra who has been here longer then most, not as much as Althea but still most, didn’t know her that well. Sandra has seen some of her worst sides though, and arguably some of her best but it wasn’t like Nathir’rathi’cassin’vit or Seela’kluub, even Zhetta who’s long dead now knew her better. It weighs on her then how much she wish she could talk to any of them again, atleast she could pottentally talk to one of them, maybe.
The searching goes for a long time, what she originally thought would be a few minutes turns into a couple of hours. No signs of anything at first, if theres anything she could say about Czerka it’s that they don’t half ass anything that they can make a profit off. With the sun hitting the peek of it’s height at this point something reflects into her eye. A quick shuffle and she was upon it, picking up her discovery in high hopes. It wasn’t the best of things, just a broken tool that could have belonged to anyone but judging by the tool itself she could guess it was Seela’s. No one with medical experiance exactly came here often, especially where Althea’s ship usually was.
It wasn’t the thing she had hoped to find but it was enough, maybe she could talk to her again, find her easily with a guide and what better guide was there then the force? She wasn’t done in the mountains yet though, there was another spot to visit before she was done. A voice she wishes to hear again, even if from beyond the grave. Though having her listen would be enough, she in the end just wanted to talk to someone who knows her, who truely knows who she is.