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[02:14] Alayni Axelrad looks up from her meditation, the smallest trickle of blood still flowing from the corner of her mouth, and just stares.

[02:17] Beszael looked upon the stranger with no small amount of contempt. This obsession with meditating in the Halls of the Dead was like a disease among the Sith. He saw the force as a Living Force, not a dead mournful thing fond only in Tombs. Yet Korriban was a symbol because of its tombs. It irked him. In time it would change. He said nothing to the meditating stranger.

[02:23] Alayni Axelrad wiped the annoying trail of blood running down the corner of her mouth with her gloved hand. She unfurled her legs, attempting to move off the mat. Her cracked ribs shot jolts of searing pain throughout her body and she nearly cried out, though instead it would manifest itself as a growl and she declined to move further. She raised an eyebrow at the gaze of contempt given from the stranger, wondering what could have spawned such a look from someone she had not yet even introduced herself to, not that she WOULD be able to introduce herself at this point. "Are you one of those...sith...too?" she asked through gritted teeth, though more from the pain than from anything else.
[02:24] Beszael replied simply and bluntly, 'Perhaps. What is it to you?' was his following question, sensing the woman's agony as her pain rippled through her Aura.

[02:29] Alayni Axelrad shrugged, a movement which caused her back to crack in several places, which then caused the unavoidable consequence of her ribs being jarred out of place, or back into place, she really couldnt tell anymore, and could only experience the near blinding pain and ear ringing agony for several moments before she was able to speak again. "It is nothing to me I suppose. The two that left me here claimed to be Sith, though you seem...different...somehow. There was no animosity in the question, even if I wanted to harm you, as I am sure you have observed, i could not."
[02:34] Beszael narrowed his eyes somewhat and replied. 'Many who claim to be Sith rarely are,' he said. He'd recieved no intelligence on any prisoners, so assumed it was some machinaion of the Cult of Ragnos. Oversight was needed.

[02:38] Alayni Axelrad raised an eyebrow, "Oh? So you think these two are not Sith? They seemed...weak, by what I remember of what I had heard of Sith, though I remember little. They claim they dragged me from the wreckage of a ship and then saved my life." she shrugged again, "I do not remember being in a ship, or my own name for that matter. The two who claimed to be my rescuers seem...less than intelligent. They told me not their names. You i think, I think you are Sith, even though you state "perhaps"."

[03:16] Beszael gave a cursor examination of the woman. She did appear to be injured, though that could hve been at the heavy-handedness of the Cult. He ruminated. Narrowed his pale-green eyes a little. Pursed lips of keratin-scales. 'I recieved no information of a crash,' he said finally.
[03:20] Alayni Axelrad chuckled a bit at that, and spat a bit of blood that had been collecting in her mouth onto the floor. Wiping it from her lips once again she sighed, noticing her breathing had become slightly more labored and she cursed beneathe her breathe at the concept she might have a punctured lung as well. She looked down at her body, noticing the smallest flecks of metal in part of her skin, and scrap marks, several bruses. She felt her face with her gloved hand. Her right cheek felt a little swollen and a dull pain to touch. She laughed unenthusiastically, "Yeah you and me both. I woke up on the floor here. I do not even know where "here" is. The other two idiots told me I was on korriban. That means little to nothing to me, my memory is sketchy at best." she gestured to the area around her, "What is this place?"

[03:26] Beszael 's examination of the woman continued. Her manner, her lack of fear, suggested she was bold. Physique suggested physically fit. No stranger to injuries. Probably a militant of some kind. Not a Mandolorian. A Bounty Hunter, then. Or something like it. He stepped over to you. 'You require healing,' he said. Not a question.

[03:32] Alayni Axelrad straightened at the sudden movement toward her. Purely by instinct she raised the blaster that one of the other men had thrown to her earlier. However upon pulling the trigger it was obvious the power cell was dead or damaged. She cursed, tossing it aside. The so called sith had said he pulled it from her wreckage, so of COURSE it wouldn't work. She eyed the man before her suspiciously, but when he made no move to harm her she relaxed her shoulders a bit, "Well yes I would think that much is obvious," she wheezed.

[03:36] Beszael 's examination of the woman deepened. He had a sense of the Dark Side about her. As a skilled master of Carnomancy, no med-bay would

"We are each gifted in a unique and important way. It is our privilege and our adventure to discover our own special light." ~Mary Dunbar

A storm passed during the night and into early morning. The wind howled, thunder cracked and finally the rain. Monster drops hitting the tent moments before sunrise. And then it stopped and the world became quiet, except for a few birds that began to sing. I peeked through the mesh netting of my tent and saw a sky lit by a thousand colors. The moment I had been waiting for and still in bed! I raced from the tent, grabbed the camera and took some handheld shots of Grinnell and its deep red hues, as viewed from my campsite. Quick trip down the lane, forgetting to brush my teeth, I jumped into the car and drove over to Swiftcurrent, set up on a tripod and managed to squeeze off a few before the magic was gone. This, I think, is what Glacier National Park is all about - the light on the peaks after a storm. Hit L to view this one large.

Glacier is never what I expect, or even hope for. If there is a beautiful sunrise then the light quickly disappears behind the clouds, robbing us of the stunning glows of morning. If the skies are blue there is no real sunrise and the peaks light up but quickly dim into the blue day. One can start shooting at 5:30 a.m. and be done by 6:30 a.m. - go back to bed, fix some coffee, eat some breakfast. If clouds start drifting over and filtering the light, I am happy. Other than the morning and evening light, Glacier is good for hiking. One can look deep into the landscape from the roads and everything looks so far away and is a mystery. Take off down one of the trails and before long you are in one of those areas that looked so far away, standing amongst beauty that before was unimaginable. I hiked between 32 and 35 miles during my stay at the Many Glacier campground, carrying two cameras, three lenses, a tripod, water, bear spray and a few snacks. Yes, it hurt but I haven't felt this good in a long time. Yes, when we hiked to Iceberg Lake I thought about laying down and sleeping with the bears but still managed to hop in the car and search the road until sunset. And so I got a few good shots, got to see deep into the landscape of the wild country, had fun with Phil, Kathy and Jerry, ate smores and could not believe the wildflowers. It was great to spend part of this time with friends and after they were gone I spent a lot of quiet moments hiking by myself, and just being right there. Did very little driving, except one trip to the sun, and that was just fine with me.

Some notes about visiting Glacier: Campgrounds are full! Many Glacier sometimes fills by 8 a.m. but 10 at the latest. Road repair is going on in Many Glacier, which is a good thing, so expect some delays and not much opportunity for cruising for wildlife - though it looks like they are moving quickly on this project. If you stop at the east entrance and ask about road delays on Going to the Sun, do not believe them when they tell you there are none. Do not expect to drive over the sun after 9 p.m. The parking lot fills quickly at Logan's Pass. Some trails still have snow on them. And, please don't pose in front of the grizzly bears.