It turns out "whirlwind off at top speed in a random direction" is as bad a navigational strategy as it is good an escape plan. 

As fitting as a tornado in a desert is, this should have been a tundra.   He can't have gone far enough to be in the South.

And yet it seems he has.  ...But that's a blessing, is it not?  By the time the Hunt can get a sorcerer here - he'll be ready.

He steps out.  After only a few minutes, he smiles.  Nobody in sight.  Very well, then.

He reaches down and touches the ground - reaching for Essence as well - strange, foreign Essence... but it will do.  As he stands, caste mark now burning bright, a mass of clay emerges and shapes itself into a servant, man-sized (or at least mortal-sized), before him.

Stupid, slow, yes.  Worthless on the battlefield.  But strong.  Stronger than any Exalt, even.

He motions, the servitor walks off into the distance. Minutes later, it's back with ten tons of sandstone.  He always forgets quite how strong.

And two hours later, the Solar and his servant have built - well, certainly not a house.  A serviceable shelter, at least, though; and a large one - mostly of sandstone, given the environment.

Benches, a table... very well. Now to get to work.

He hardly notices the servant's return to the earth at the appointed time.  Nor much else.  This work is too important, and though he is yet to know how, this reprieve from the Hunt will let him finish it.  It simply must.

Pradnakt approaches, traveling through the familiar areas near her home to the merely explored, and then to unexplored places that she knows only from Force-sense. It doesn't take very long for her to be back in range of the disturbance - she thinks, but isn't sure, that it's a person, now. Not a Sith. Not a Jedi. Not human. Certainly doing something with the Force. Too strange to be any surer. She rides on, keeping her own Force presence muted and small.

She slows as she makes her final approach, watching for signs that she's been noticed.

Artifice is hard work.  But work the Solar is well-practiced at.  And there wasn't much left of this particular project before the Hunt found him.

And so, after a few hours, his four-foot long, four-inch wide reaver of orichalcum is forged and attuned.

He thinks back to his first blade.  As a mortal.  Forged over far too long.

If he were still that same boy, he would have died today.  Relying on mundane tools, on time, on the fairness of the world.

But an Exalted need not do so.  He slashes at the air briefly, testing what he knew regardless to be true.

This will do.

He breathes, steps outside, and looks around.

His surroundings are much the same as the last time he saw them, though night has fallen as he was working.

If he's very, very perceptive, he may notice that there's a spot on the horizon that seems to make his eyes slide away from it.

He isn't.

Swish swish, glow glow.

Today just keeps getting stranger. (That's not a lightsaber; what is it?)

Pradnakt stops the speeder most of a mile away, leaving it behind a stone pillar, and drops the unnoticeability effect to approach on foot from there, 'saber lit but held low.

"Most of a mile away" still isn't quite close enough for Walker to notice the unexpected visitor, but "some of a mile away" certainly is.

He's still going to wait for them to introduce themselves first, though.  That's just polite, and they certainly don't look Dragon-Blooded.

She has her Sith aura out, but low, as she comes into range: a vague unease, a simple announcement that she's someone to be wary of. "Hello!" she calls, stopping far enough away that even her drawn saber isn't an overt threat.

If he notices, he isn't particularly making it obvious.  He returns the greeting, however - in the usual Solar fashion.  If they are a disguised Terrestrial, he might as well get a chance to test out the new daiklave, after all.

"Greetings indeed! I am Walker In Mists Untold, Chosen of the Sun, Sorcerer of the Emerald Circle, Forger of Artifacts -" he lifts the reaver and puts a touch of Essence through his anima to make sure the visual effects are appropriately impressive "- and occasional whirlwind.  You are?"

"Lord Pradnakt. Sith. I've never seen your species before."

"...Sith?  And if you think we're of different species, then I suppose I could say the same."

"I'm human, just Force-trained - I suppose it's not impossible you've never met one before, though I don't know how you'd've gotten here without at least hearing of us. Or how you're speaking Basic."

He seems somewhat relieved.

"Oh, an enlightened? Salinan, I take it?  Are the Sith an academy, then?  Or did you do it the hard way? ...And I'm speaking High Realm."

"There is a Sith academy, but I've never been. I wouldn't call being personally trained 'the hard way', though. We're talking past each other, I think."

(She recalls that her 'saber is lit, and deactivates it, though she doesn't put it away entirely.)

"Perhaps. You could come in, if you'd like, and have a seat - though I don't have much more than that to offer you presently.  ...Where am I, actually?"

(He's still sort of idly playing with the shiny new artifact, but not in any intentionally-threatening way.)

"Thank you. The planet is called Lapetcher; the nearest city is Kinkardine, but it's a few days' travel from here. Lapetcher's part of the Sith empire, but more or less in name only, it's unlikely to matter."

"The planet. What does that mean?"

Sincere confusion.

"...the planet. Everywhere you could get to from here by walking or swimming or flying, if you could walk or swim or fly forever without getting tired. If you want to go to a different planet, you need a spaceship."

"...You're saying there's something hidden deep underground that doesn't have entrances, and you have a Charm to pass through the stone?  Something like that, at least?"

"No, the middle of the planet is part of it too; to get to other planets you start by going up. And they're not hidden or anything, they're just very far away, and there's no air for most of it."

"The middle...? No, I meant under.  But I think I see what you mean.  Which raises the question, again... where am I?  ...Is this some trick of the Wyld?"

He looks over Pradnakt for a moment, searchingly.

"No, I think you're real."

"I'm reasonably sure I'm real, yes." She seems amused, then serious. "I don't know how you got here, though, if you're not from Lapetcher to begin with; I just saw you go through the edge of my Force-sense range, I didn't see you arrive."

"Oh, I just rode a tornado.  Not sure how it took me so far, though."

"If you were moving in a fairly conventional way, and it took you anything less than six years to get here - I'm not sure how the translation is working, but that should at least give you an idea of how long - then something besides just that has to have happened."

"Then I suppose something did. The Spiders playing tricks again?"