Layne had a lot to think about. A few pangs of internal conflict, light compared to what she'd experienced in the past but still noteworthy; a future left undecided. Perhaps the Force would help give her clarity; answer questions, show her a path forward, or direct her to new and unexpected things. It had done so before. But the base was humming with too much life, too many people and distractions. She needed to find a place where she could be truly alone. So she'd set out, carrying what supplies she could just in case things went poorly, and ventured into the desert, toward the area known as the Wound.
She did not expect that name to bear any relation to her past endeavours in finding wounds in the force, but it was still an appealing name for that reason. A Wound was where she'd first touched the Light, after all. Even if such places tended to be more aligned to the Dark. The fact that this place provided such stunning vistas was a nice bonus.
Temperatures were already scorching, but Layne was no stranger to such hardships, and the thermal cloak she'd acquired helped. Nothing seemed capable of helping against the sand, however, sticking to every surface it could find. It reminded her of Korriban. And of the dust in the mines of Kessel. It was almost nostalgic, in a way. Pushing through, she found herself nearing the canyon system, at which point Layne would spend some time trying to find a promising location to set herself down...
...a place where she might meditate and touch the Force.
Contested Area (resilience: enhance): 1eP+2eA+2eF+3eD 3 successes, 2 threat, 4 Light Side
(2 pips to sux, 2 pips to advantage to cancel out the threat)