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Post by Nartaga on Jan 1, 2016 10:36:18 GMT -8
Nartaga kept to the side of Jajamal as they walked, while Kal'Shor positioned himself to behind both of them. The Dunewalker scoffed at the mention of the demon Jud'dayus. He was glad the creature was supposedly dead, but he could almost not believe it.
-Nartaga-
"Absolutely. The Old One's Temple has been sealed for nearly two years now, and we have seen nor heard anything of him. We have no affiliation with any of Tatooine's less reputable peoples. Though, I still cannot deny we have extended our arms in friendship to Outsiders whom may have been enemies of the Jedi. After all, you're enemies are not our enemies. We are neutral when it comes to all peoples, until they show themselves to be hostile towards us."
Nartaga was trying to be as straightforward as possible, while still wording things a certain way. When it came to diplomacy, he thought honesty was best. He would try to hide as little as possible when it came to himself and his clan. If he could help it there would be no misunderstandings.
As the reached the top of the stairs, Nartaga looked out over the Jedi Base, amazed at everything he saw. He looked over to Jajamal and cleared his throat. That bought him a moment to calm himself before he spoke.
-Nartaga-
"The Tuskens are new to the Universe. It has been hundreds of thousands of years since the Kumumgah, our ancestors, were the first and last of our kind to explore other worlds as a people. We would like to learn of the Jedi and their beliefs. Our Elder has told me you believe in something called the Force, something we know as Tatooine's Blessing."
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Post by Deleted on Jan 1, 2016 20:02:52 GMT -8
Plur understood the Tusken's sentiment, since in the past, the Jedi Order had at times forced those they offered aide to, to choose a side in conflicts. Though, truth be told, he was unaware of any enemies of the Jedi Order outside of the Sith and other such darksiders who would likely have caused trouble for the Tuskens as well, though sometimes they could be diplomatic, and so that was why Plur had been so careful with his words regarding Jud'dayus. For all he knew, they could have had a working alliance when the old sith had been alive. At any rate, it gladdened him to hear that one less Sith was out and about causing trouble
Many people call it by different names, to be sure. Tatooine's Blessing, The White Current, Magic, Inner Strength... They are all the same thing, just different words or views of what we know as The Force. And even then, we still further seperate aspects of the Force into the Living, Unifying, Cosmic, and Physical. Or, as is the most common seperation, the Lightside and the Darkside. A Jedi once summed it up nicely with: It's an energy field created by all living things. It surrounds us and penetrates us; it binds the galaxy together. We Jedi are trained to use it from a young age to protect people, to use it for the greater good.
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Post by Nartaga on Jan 1, 2016 20:30:12 GMT -8
Nartaga listened intently to Jajamal as he explained how the Jedi viewed the Force, and all that it was to them. It differed greatly from what he was raised to believe, but the Elder had trained him, and told him of many things the Jedi believed. Not as much had changed since the Old Shaman had left the Order after all. Still, it was good to know that Jajamal confirmed everything he had heard about their beliefs.
-Nartaga-
"Our beliefs are...difficult to translate to Basic. We do not believe in a Light and Dark side. We believe in the actions of the people who use the power they have been blessed with. Whether they use it to protect or kill, it is all one Unified Power... There are, of course other aspects and rituals we practice as well. Chants, sacrifices, rituals. Even the most heinous of forbidden rituals has been used by our Shamans for the good of the clan. Compared to the Jedi we must seem like barbarians when it comes to using the Force."
Nartaga chuckled. He meant his last line surely as a jest. His mind wandered back to his own training with the Elder and Or'Rish. Grueling and difficult it had been a miracle he survived all he had been put through. Things were much different in his clan now.
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"We pick our Shamans from a young age as well. So there are some similarities. Tell me, Master Jajamal, what were you expecting when you saw the R'Crurak clan symbol on the ship? I could sense you recognized it. I can understand if you feared that a war-mongering race of primitives had made it off-world."
Nartaga spoke calmly. He was not trying to start a conflict, he was truly trying to gauge a reaction from Jajamal to try and see what other worlds might think in the future.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 3, 2016 19:13:49 GMT -8
Plur nodded as he listened to Nartaga explain the Tusken's beliefs, certainly they seemed like they were difficult to explain, but having studied much of the force, he recognized their system to be similar to that of the Potentium belief, with a little shamanism thrown in for good measure. Whilst many civilised people would have taken his joke at face value, Plur let forth a mechanical chuckle from his translator unit. It was Nartaga's question that caused him to quickly compose himself again as he looked out upon the Jedi Base
It was certainly a surprise to say the least. Given that many also consider me a primitive from Tatooine as well, that certainly never crossed my mind. But the war mongering part? maybe a little... But it has been many years since last I was on our homeworld. The fact that you have managed to traverse the stars, speaks a great deal to how far the R'Crurak clan have come. And besides, the force would have warned me of any ill intent your people had towards the Jedi Order. Speaking of traversing the stars, perhaps you may like some aide fixing up that rust bucket you came in on...
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Post by Nartaga on Jan 3, 2016 19:40:22 GMT -8
Nartaga nodded his head. He appreciated Jajamal's honest answer. Still, not everyone could sense intent like the Jedi. He still worried about how other, less enlightened Outsiders might react to a ship full of Tuskens, however peaceful they claim to be.
-Nartaga-
"Indeed we have made great strides, but it is not just the R'Crurak clan who have made them. We have many allies back on Tatooine, and I thank them every day to have helped us this far."
Kal'Shor bowed his head in respect of the clans of Tuskens and Jawas who had aided the R'Crurak, as well as the few Outsiders who had earned the right to be called ally. Nartaga turned his head to look at Jajamal, a warm expression of thanks behind his mask.
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"It seems the Jedi are even more generous than I was led to believe. But no, I ask such a favor from you. The ship works well enough. Our Chief Engineer is just very protective over it. This was its maiden voyage since we got enough of it in working order. Besides, I was hoping to ask a different favor of the Jedi. I fear we would be unable to repay the debt of two."
Nartaga turned fully to face Jajamal and bowed his head as he spoke.
-Nartaga-
"The Jedi are prosperous in both knowledge and wisdom. I wish to have some of my Tuskens learn here. Not the ways of the Force, but as students of philosophies, culture, and morality. We are taking our first steps into the Universe. I would be honored to have our people learn from the Jedi."
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Post by Deleted on Jan 4, 2016 21:30:08 GMT -8
Well, he had at least offered them aide with their repairs, but if they were confident enough in their own skills to repair the ship, then he would not press the point. Suddenly, his attention was caught by the Tuskens request, causing him to turn his head slightly and study the man before him. It was an unexpected request to say the least, but certainly not unusual since the Jedi had the reputation that they did, and besides, it would help their cause when visiting other worlds, to have the backing of the Jedi Order
We are generous to all who come in peace and seek not to spread death and destruction... As to your request, we would be most honoured to oblige. Obviously, it goes without saying, that an understanding of galactic basic would be quite desirable with at least one of the Tuskens you send...
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Post by Nartaga on Jan 4, 2016 22:03:29 GMT -8
Nartaga nodded his head in agreement with Jajamal. Nartaga gestured to Kal'Shor behind him, who straightened his posture, staying as still as a statue for a full minute before even relaxing in the slightest.
-Nartaga-
"Most of the clan has a basic grasp on Galactic Basic. Some like Kal'Shor and myself, even speak it fluently. There are also other languages such as the Trade Language and Huttese from out relationships with the Jawas of Tatooine, and our run ins with the Hutts as well. I believe our Elder Shaman is fluent in many other languages. I do not believe communication will be an issue. At least when it comes to my people understanding yours."
Sensing the air stiffen around Kal'Shor, Nartaga nodded his head once at the Dunewalker, who relaxed and went back to being invisible in the conversation. He knew his place in this conversation was not to speak.
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"I mean no disrespect Master Jajamal, but do you alone have the authority to make agreements with generally unknown races on behalf of the Jedi here? I was under the impression that Jedi made their decisions together."
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Post by Deleted on Jan 6, 2016 20:34:00 GMT -8
Well, it was a relief to know that communication would not be an issue, especially with so many languages being known. Plur took no offense from the Tusken's following statement about his authority. It was only a natural assumption, and indeed a correct one, but under the circumstances, he had been appointed by group vote as the representative, and so had some leeway
A keen observation, and under normal circumstances very true. But the council has entrusted me with the task of meeting with you, and trusts my judgement in this matter. They are prepared to back the decision I make, so do not be worried Head Councilor. I don't foresee any problems arising from this arrangement...
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Post by Nartaga on Jan 6, 2016 21:15:01 GMT -8
Nartaga was relieved to know that Jajamal had the full backing of his Council. That would make things much easier. Even Kal'Shor seemed to be more at ease.
-Nartaga-
"That is good news to hear."
Nartaga turned his head to Kal'Shor. The two seemed to have an entire mental conversation within the few seconds they exchanged looks. It was very hard to tell what it had been about, as their masks clouded their face, but Jajamal would be able to feel the Force flowing from Nartaga towards Kal'Shor. Kal'Shor bowed and turned around, walking to the stairwell to the balcony and blocking the passage to anyone trying to gain entry to it.
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"Now that we have a bit more privacy, I wish to ask something that I believe only a group familiar with the technology might be able to help me with. This is something that is of the utmost secrecy, only three people that I am aware of know of it. Myself, our Elder Shaman, and Jud'dayus, whom we believe is no longer alive."
Nartaga reached towards his neck and pulled up a pink crystal wrapped in wire and attached to a necklace. He lifted the necklace over his head and held it out to the Jedi. In the center of the crystal a light pulsed, but soon the light grew brighter and brighter. Energy pulsed from it, and unspoken voices crept into the minds of those near. The voices screamed like they were on fire, dying. The anger and anguish inside was close to impossible to measure.
Nartaga closed his eyes and held his other hand over the crystal, chanting quietly until the crystal's light died down slowly, and the voices subsided. He still held it out to Jajamal, hoping for an answer.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 8, 2016 16:58:10 GMT -8
Plur turned fully to face Nartaga as he felt the flow of the force between the two Tuskens, his curiosity piquing as Kal'shor moved off to block the door from any uninvited guests. Whilst Nartaga's words proved quite cryptic, as soon as the stone was produced, the Jawa felt his steps falter for a moment as the power of the crystal was unveiled, as he did his best to protect himself with the force. With the voices quiented by Nartaga, Plur settled his stance and looked at the crystal that was outstretched to him, exmaining it's design, and thinking it was perhaps a good thing that it had been he who had met with Nartaga
It's certainly unlike any I have seen before, but the design evokes a likeness to a similar technology that we have... So, what exactly would you like to know? I shall endeavour to answer to the best of my knowledge...
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Post by Nartaga on Jan 9, 2016 11:09:30 GMT -8
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"I have been told that Jedi have a way of sealing away information in objects. I believe this crystal is similar, but on a much grander scale. Used to house the living souls of an entire race of people."
Nartaga took the crystal back and dropped the necklace back over his head before tucking the crystal back under his robes. His head turned to Kal'Shor once more, he stepped away from the stairs and walked back over to the two, stopping behind Nartaga once more. The Dunewalker turned around and faced outward from Nartaga and Jajamal, going back to keep an eye on anyone who came up to the balcony.
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"What do you know of the Kumumgah, Master Jajamal?"
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Post by Taralorn Melvarrik on Jan 10, 2016 15:51:41 GMT -8
We are seldom truly in control of our own fates and destinies, and yet, at the same time, we alone determine the keeping of our souls, and the directions in life in which we take. Some day, maybe, all things will be made clear.
- Taralorn Melvarik, Life's Journey
After his talk with Iella, Taralorn felt like taking a walk, to clear his head from some of those potent mushrooms. A panoramic view and a moment of meditation in the Force seemed to be in order. Clasping his hands behind him, his eyes closed, he stood straight and proud, his dark coat bearing the sun symbol on the back, bearing the mark of his origins, as he attuned himself to the Living Force. The energy and aura of lives were all around him, it was hard to identify the distance of all of these, due to the volume and intensity, but he was not trying to find anybody specific, and instead, simply let it flow all around him, until a faint light was evident about him.
He thought of events past, present and future, and how there were culminating points beginning to form everywhere. What troubled him was the oncoming darkness in the future, and it was something he knew would always come. The only real question was when, and who would stand to face the darkness with him?
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Post by The Shepherd on Jan 10, 2016 16:05:17 GMT -8
Rutil marched through the halls with purpose as he always did, though he went nowhere in particular. The Archives were full of people that were making ready to crucify him. The Council chamber had proven ill-fitting for his needs. The hangar bay held his crew, who had earned a respite after the ringer the Zabrak Jedi Master had put them through. The dungeon held a Sith that forced Rutil to fight like a dog to stay his own hand in killing the beast. And somewhere in the temple, a Sith that turned on his former masters walked free with little thought as to the sordid deeds of his past. There were few places on the base's grounds that Rutil wanted to be. There were even fewer people he wanted to speak to. The relief that taking the Shan boy's weapon for a test drive had quickly abated, and the growing frustrations the gargoyle of a man had with his order once again began to bubble to the surface of his stony exterior.
Taking a hard right turn, the Zabrak Jedi found himself on a balcony overlooking the lush and alien planet. He stood next to a man he didn't recognize; dark hair atop pale skin, wearing a dark coat - a brave choice, considering the planet's climate - with a symbol Rutil had never seen before emblazoned on his back. Ordinarily Rutil would have ignored him and left him to the thoughts that obviously dominated his mind. But the last stranger he'd ignored was gunning for him. And with the way the Jedi Order had been run, Rutil feared he would be finding himself short on allies in the crusades still to be fought.
There was no better time to be preparing.
"It's a sight," Rutil said in his gravelly voice, half-growling his words, "isn't it?"
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Post by Taralorn Melvarrik on Jan 10, 2016 16:19:46 GMT -8
Even with its mass sensation of life all around him, especially on this world, Taralorn felt this presence as it came near him. Clearly a Jedi by his guess. Well, considering he was on a Jedi Base, you couldn't run five feet without coming into contact with another Jedi, especially at the rate they've been pouring in lately. The numbers grew everyday, soon some of them might have to get creative about accommodations.
When he heard the Zabrak speak, he finally opened his eyes a crack, but did not turn to look at the aged Jedi yet.
Instead, he replied in his own hoarse, husky voice, like a loud whisper from a tired being, and unlike with Iella, devoid of a smile, and his tone fitted him better now, “It always is, and always will be.”
He turned his head now, to look upon the Zabrak, and studied his features. He wondered if he had met him before. Then again, Taralorn met many people in his time, and he could have been a child when he saw him, for all he knew. The Jedi looked like he had a great deal on his mind, and considering his looks and age, it probably made sense. “Taralorn Melvarrik, Sentinel, once of Coruscant.”
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Post by The Shepherd on Jan 10, 2016 16:33:43 GMT -8
A Sentinel? Rutil couldn't remember the last time he had heard one of his fellow Jedi use any of the old titles. While largely symbolic, speaking more to the nature of their bearer than denoting any kind of specialty, the titles had largely been phased out of the common vernacular among their kind. It meant that the man to his side was either far older than he appeared or that he was far more knowledgeable of the way the old Order did things before the rise of the Empire, and either way, it made the old Zabrak take notice.
"Rutil Iorek."
Despite being impressed by the younger man's introduction, the Zabrak didn't match it. His actions would speak for him. And if Taralorn had seen anything of his hooded alter-ego in the viral holovids, or heard anything about the sacking of Korriban or the liberation of Kashyyyk, then the man standing beside him wouldn't need much of an introduction at all.
"And what brings you here? You don't seem especially social."
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Post by Taralorn Melvarrik on Jan 10, 2016 17:29:24 GMT -8
“Heh.” Taralorn chuckled quietly at his last remark. Rutil Iorek was definitely a name familiar to him. Or at least, he believed it was. Still, the Zabrak had asked a question that deserved an answer.
Sighing, he turned back to look over the landscape below him, “I have been far removed from the Adhartim, short-lived people, for much too long.” He lowered his head a moment, as he considered the revelation he had just made to Rutil.
“So, contrary to your observation, I am engaging more often in social activity, than I once did, for the longest time. As to what brought me here...” he glanced at the Zabrak, “...I believe the Force, more than anything else, led me here. After all, nothing happens by accident. Perhaps we were meant to meet, to speak.”
His glowing yellow eyes searched the skies above as he considered what else he wanted to say, “As my title suggests, I keep watch, for the oncoming darkness. Always, I am watching, so much, I am known to some as 'The Watcher'. But more than a mere watcher and a sounder of alarm, when the time comes, it is my duty to protect the people from that darkness, even before it may touch them.”
He watched Rutil now for his response. His eyes, though yellow, did not have a Sith's look. Rather, it appeared more as a natural colour for him, suggesting that he wasn't as human as he looked. And the glow of his irises definitely affirmed this. It wasn't a symbol of his power, nor a show of his affinity in the Force, but again, merely a natural trait of his people, whoever they might be.
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Post by The Shepherd on Jan 10, 2016 17:57:05 GMT -8
The man was poetic, Rutil would give him that. Poetic and verbose to boot; he answered the question with his life story and the purpose of his title and the introduction of his nickname, but he at least answered the question. Whether it was personal preference or a trait of the species, Rutil couldn't say. Had he been asked the same question, he would have done so in ten words or less. In any case, Taralorn's sterling reputation with the Zabrak had been tarnished some with the response. Not due to his wordiness. Not due to his ardent belief in his purpose - so much so that he seemed to have the response memorized like a prayer - or his claim to be sociable. Taralorn felt that the Force had led him there. Decades ago, the broken-horned Zabrak would have agreed. Hell, even a few months ago he would have been amenable to the proposition.
Rutil had since seen what the "will of the Force" meant to the Jedi Order.
"You've a way with words. Tell me," Rutil began, turning his eyes - worn and green, as jaded as the man who owned them - to his new acquaintance, "with your vigilance, what have you seen? What do you see now?"
Rutil had to choke down the bile. Taralorn had proclaimed to be "The Watcher", almost like a Republic serial hero. And yet, as the galaxy slowly grew ever more infested with evil, he had been nowhere to be found. Rutil had put the word out, and none had come to his side, least of all the one who claimed his entire purpose in life was to stop the darkness in others. The Zabrak had to remember that while he had been out and about in the galaxy, he had only ever been in one place at a time. For all he knew, Taralorn had been doing the exact same thing and simply refused to communicate. Possible. Unlikely, but possible. More to the point, Rutil desperately needed the help, and he wasn't about to alienate a potential ally for the sake of gratifying his own sense of self-righteousness.
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Post by Taralorn Melvarrik on Jan 10, 2016 20:38:03 GMT -8
Through knowledge or a sensation in the Force, Taralorn had a faint impression that he might have overstepped himself. But that was the cost of revealing too much to Adhartim. Nonetheless, Taralorn had believed Rutil capable enough to see the truth and see past pretentious natures. Though he did not know where he himself would be placed if an opinion was asked of the people presently, but he knew it was unlikely to be favourable, considering how little his involvement had been. All he had to work with was the fact that he walked amongst the Jedi, and that was pretty much it. When he left known space to track down the great darkness he had seen lurking within any vision he had of the future, he left a lot behind. Friends, family, trust. His return did not gain him any favours either. He became cryptic, mysterious, sort of, and odd. And if Rutil's response was anything to go by, it told him how little faith any would have in him.
Then again, Taralorn did nothing to deserve trust, nor did he know Rutil all that long. This was only their first conversation, and for someone as long-lived as himself, he expected too much, too fast from the Zabrak. So he internally settled himself, put his mind in order. More importantly, if he wanted to be trusted by the Jedi of today, he would need to trust in them.
“Enough to know I cannot fight alone any more,” said Taralorn, his hoarse, whisper-like voice tired, “I will tell you what I saw several decades ago, and what drew me away from the known reaches of space.”
Turning to face the Zabrak completely, easing from his meditative stance earlier, Taralorn gave the man his full attention, and withdrew from within his coat a small Jedi holocron, one that required intense concentration in the Force and also knowledge on puzzle-solving to unlock. Being familiar with the puzzle involved, he had the device shifting its form several times until it opened up to unveil the secrets within. A holographic projection of an aged human Jedi, with a long white beard and hair, appeared before Taralorn and Rutil. He appeared gravely wounded, and was clutching his midsection, where there were clear open wounds, and he was quite likely near death. :: It...it was ev-everywhere... :: the recording stuttered, and for a moment the holoprojection flickered, showing a man standing upright, before reverting back to the bent over man in the recording. :: ...a twisting of...the Force...like I have never seen before...th-they came...from beyond...our galaxy...a fallen kingdom. ::
There appeared to be more that the Jedi had to say, but the message was garbled, and the holoprojection flickered very badly, until the last part, where he collapsed, overcome by his wounds. Taralorn shut off the device, allowing the holocron to close back on itself. “This was from several centuries ago, Master Doren, in the recording, had led an expedition of Jedi Knights beyond the Outer Rim, following a vision they all shared. All that they would tell anyone who asked was that they were investigating a disturbance in the Force unlike any they had ever felt before, but they did not elaborate, citing there was no point alarming people unless there was truly something solid that they could prove.” He lowered his head, “They were never seen again.”
Looking down at the holocron, he levitated it with the Force, allowing it to spin in a lazy circle, “Years back, I believe I was given the same vision as Master Doren and his knights. And as foolish as they were, I set out on my own to ascertain the nature of the vision. I found what they had found. The Fallen Kingdom.”
He shook his head, “They aren't Sith, they aren't Jedi either, but they use the Force, in ways we have never seen before. It was there that I had found this holocron. Master Doren did not survive long, and I found no evidence as to what happened to the rest of the Knights. The Kingdom folk had tried to prise the holocron open repeatedly, unfamiliar with its technology and functions, damaging it. What was truly daunting about them was how they not only kill, but how they revive their fallen foes into twisted monstrosities of their former selves. Their leader was someone I never saw, a being who worked deep in the shadows, so much, that it was the shadow. Nothing I did could stem their march, and they were encroaching on known space. Iorek, but that is not the worst of it.”
Putting the holocron away, Taralorn raised his radiant golden eyes to lock on the Zabrak's, “The reason I did not come to the council right away with this...is because they're already here. They are within our very own Jedi, masquerading as us, hiding in plain sight. To what end, I know not yet.”
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Post by The Shepherd on Jan 10, 2016 20:53:41 GMT -8
The more his fellow Jedi spoke, the more Rutil was convinced that he was reciting some kind of fairy tale. An army of darkness? Beings from beyond the galaxy? A ruler made of shadow itself? A lone hero that had escaped where an entire cadre of Jedi had failed? It had all the makings of a children's holodrama. Had it not been for Taralorn's earnestness and seriousness of expression, the Zabrak Jedi Master would have walked away laughing. Had it not been for the holocron, Rutil would have guessed that Felucian mushrooms were to blame. Nevertheless, nothing about his companion's demeanor pointed to deceit.
But as it had been a few moments ago, it wasn't time to be making enemies.
"I empathize with you," the gargoyle-faced Jedi said after a moment's consideration, "but your fears are misplaced. If they had infiltrated, we'd know about it. And if they do come this way, we're more than prepared to deal with them."
It was as close to a dodge as the Zabrak could get without being impolite, and as far from his own personal thoughts as he could stray without alienating the yellow-eyed man. Not that Rutil outright disbelieved the man; he was good at spotting a liar and knew that Taralorn was telling the truth, or at the very least believed that he was. But the galaxy was in enough turmoil as it is, and Rutil's enemy was far closer and far more tangible than Force-benders from the black reaches of space. If they were coming - if they even existed - they could wait. The threat of the dark side was there. It was now. And if 'The Watcher' was going to keep his golden eyes on the threat beyond perception, then he was as naive as he was misguided.
Naive and misguided, however, Rutil could work with.
"Listen," Rutil continued, "we've got bigger problems. Closer problems. You'd be better suited turning your attention here."
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Post by Taralorn Melvarrik on Jan 10, 2016 21:35:25 GMT -8
Taralorn was prepared to go into further detail, but Rutil's response prompted him to hold off on that. Oh he was certain select members of the Jedi weren't who they claimed to be. Gave him a healthy dose of wariness for authority. He wanted to argue the point, and he wasn't without additional evidence if necessary, but the Zabrak brought something to his attention, and it was a subject he couldn't deny to be true. The problem was to figure out which one to deal with first. Folding his arms over his chest, he leaned back a little and said, “You mean the Sith, and the Remnants of the Empire.”
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