Staring out over the mountain range, Chessik thought about the beauty of Chalwa's creations. The way the snow hugged the sharp mountaintops, the wind whipping her auburn hair around her slightly pointed pale ears, she was sincerely happy with her decision to join the Family and become a priestess. She knew it was Chalwa's decision. She had felt it. The High Matriarch had noticed that Chessik could already hear Chalwa and told her how rare it was for someone to hear him before the Initiation. All the clearer, then, would his voice be after she drank from the holy waters. As she cleared the peaks and began her descent, Chessik felt her stomach begin to growl. Remembering that her fast had ended earlier that morning, she decided to find some food. As she searched, she thought of how her life would soon change. She knew that her duties as a priestess would leave little time for her committed, Croreb. She was sorry for that. Though he was new to the conclave, she had grown to cherish her time with him. She began to feel the life force of a small frazz behind the nearby rocks. As she drew her magpopper and moved toward the rock, she hoped the frazz would forgive her.
The coordinates were set. His mission was clear, to find a Jedi and kill him. This was his destiny, his call. He was but one of many who had come before him. It was the rite of passage for all the rulers of his planet. Ever since Rashid Vadd slew Quorihor, all Vadds had had to hunt and kill a Jedi to inherit the throne. Now it was his turn. His father was already very old and wouldn't last much longer. Without a new king, the people of Vashmir would loose themselves in anarchy.
The problem was finding a Jedi to kill. While his planet was generally not involved in the dealings of the galaxy, a few pieces of news did make their way to Vashmir. It seemed that a new order had been put into place during the last fifty years, one that did not foster Jedi. While this news was received with great joy, it did make the rite more difficult to complete.
He patted the staff folded up in his hip pocket. He would succeed; he would rid the galaxy of one more Jedi. Then he would return to rule his people in peace. He was Lord Dunkin Vadd. This was his destiny.