"Huh. Yes, she seems talented."

"I was so pleased when she agreed to let me accompany her further. I just know that she's not done yet!"

"Voodoo vision agrees with you," she says wryly.

"Voodoo vision?"

"One of the Voss things is having these visions of the future, and is usually only old Mystics who get them but apparently I'm the Chosen One or something and so's Occlus, and I had a vision with us, that's what I was talking about when I said we needed to conquer a great evil there."

"How odd. My understanding was that visions of the future are usually unreliable. Hmm, but I suppose a different tradition might not take that view."

"They have rather thorough historical recordings that seem to imply their visions are pretty good at what they do, but they could be doctored to only show successes. But they also said visions aren't typically as clear as the ones I had, they weren't abstract or anything, I literally saw Occlus and myself and an evil thing in an actual physical place."

"Fascinating. Well, the proof of the pudding is, as they say, in the eating. Be sure to take notes, if your vision is fulfilled."

"I'll try."

"Record-keeping is a vital part of the scientific method. I never go anywhere with out my notebook." He pulls it out of his back pocket demonstratively. "Waterproof, fireproof, and waiting to be filled to the brim with all the little details that make up a dig site report."

"Biggest problem is that evil things that reign over deadlands are probably not very fond of being asked to stop trying to kill us so we can record things."

"Hm, yes, I see how that would be inconvenient."

"Yeah, so, I'll try but I might be otherwise occupied at some more critical points which will mean my records of those will be from memory more than anything else."

"Well, if Lord Occlus has chose to work with you, I have every confidence you'll be able to handle it." He nods.

"I suppose that's flattering, although I'm not sure I've done much to justify that."

"Then you must have potential in her eyes. She does not ever choose to waste her time."

"Or I have something she wants."

"Sometimes hard to tell the difference, with a Sith."

"Hmm. I think it's the latter. I'll need to figure out a way to avoid being murdered after I give her what she wants."

Bright smile. "Good luck!"

She laughs. "Thank you."

The trip back is uneventful. The Voss don't seem surprised Rafa has returned in a different ship. They are hailed almost as soon as they enter the system and redirected to a landing site well away from the ones the Republic and Empire use.

Well, they can see the future, that's only to be expected.

Occlus doesn't seem to be in an extreme mood as they disembark.

A small group and a shuttle are waiting. The leader sketches a shallow bow.

"Welcome to Voss. This craft is at your disposal."