Malora sets a fast pace!

Malora set a terrible pace. By the **** you think, can that girl move! As if the key to immortality was waiting in the tomb itself. Judging her physique you should have known but you had incorrectly assumed your own fitness would suffice. You were stumped immediately as the journey began with a dangerous leg of climbing. No wonder speeders were not an option. Through tight tunnels and over jagged crumbling cliffs was only possible with your use of the ****. Malora took great amusement observing you use the **** to slow your fall after a particularly critical handhold crumbled in your grip. Her cruel tease only fills you with an anger that spurs you on.

You marvelled at her speed and dexterity as her lithe body practically danced up the rocks. Her lightweight helps and you found no advantage to following her path. She could swing from rocks that at just your grip would crumble. Despite your difficulty, the baking heat, pounding heart, white-knuckled fear. You did reach the other side of the jagged rock field. The relief, however, was short-lived as Malora then began her punishing run through the heat. Unacclimatised to the desert you suffered. Running after Malora in a **** effort to keep pace. Initially following the hyperactive bouncing off her perky rear was enough to distract your pained body. But soon the heat and relentless speed begin and grind you down.

Your blessing and curse was the humidity extractor that clanked and banged about on your sweat ridden back. You drank regularly from its fluid nozzle but cursed its weight and heat as it hummed with low-level activity and burred into your back.

The first day ends after what feels an eternity. “I'm surprised,” Malora says with a sly smile, reclining catlike on a shaded rock. You both have found shelter in a small cave cut into the cliffs. “Surprised?” You get out, bent double and sucking in air. “Surprised you could keep up, I pushed myself. I honestly hoped I could break you, then we would have slowed down!”

“We could have slowed down!”

“Well, we made great progress its only an hour’s leisurely walk tomorrow!” Her smile comes with a smooth satisfaction, that drives you to a flash of anger. You drop the heavy humidity extractor from your back. Your shoulders are raw from the rubbing and you do well not to let out a shout of frustration. But you do not control your anger within, it radiates from you and menaces all around you. Malora’s body language immediately changes from relaxed to defensive. She feels your flash of power and is overwhelmed by your strength.

You quickly withdraw your outburst and hold her nervous glair. You silently stare at one another a coiled feline and a mountainous canine. You think its time to both display power and to confuse her raging Sith hormones.