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Post by Chalco on Nov 28, 2017 14:50:45 GMT -8
With his mouth a thin line, eyes narrowed against the impulse towards wide-eyed horror, Chalco maintained what he hoped was a neutral expression throughout what had become a train wreck of an encounter. With his arms folded inside the opposite sleeves of his robe he was fortunate that the white knuckled of his clenched hands could not be seen, and he did his best to mask the tenseness of his posture.
Try as he might he could not seem to find opportunity to bring the conversation back under control and away from the frankly bizarre turn upon which it had embarked. He dare not risk offending the Yuzhaan Vong lest she abort her efforts to assist them in what may be a crucial endeavor to save parts of Felucia from whatever grim fate that strange compound Morgan had discovered had in store. He wasn't sure if this was some nuance of Yuzhaan Vong culture that he had been unaware of, or whether this was a genuine show of romantic interest from their guest. Hell, he wasn't entirely sure she wasn't joking and playing some elaborate prank on them all.
Whatever the case, Chalco wasn't going to look a gift Nerf in the mouth when she presented him with the opportunity to cut this bad comedy short.
"Perhaps we merely offer you deference as a show of welcome and respect?"
He caught Leila's eyes as the girl finally looked up, her pretty features blushed with scarlet and her expression that of someone who had been punched in the stomach. With a slight nod at Cao followed by a sharp jerk of his head that pretty much screamed "Get him out of here" the tall Falleen allowed his hands to separate from where they had been hanging onto each other for dear life. Adding an expansive gesture to his words he firced a smile to his face.
"This is a place of learning as well as a base and houses many diverse beings of diverse goals..."
He arched an eyebrow to Cao.
"Speaking of which I'm sure Master Shan and his... A slight twitch of genuine amusement. ... entourage must be about their business?"
Reacting to the unspoken command both Leila and Gorath stepped forwards with nods of acknowledgement, Leila stepping almost timidly to Cao's right and flashing an uneasy look at Menzine.
=Leila= "Yes Ca- er... Master Shan. We need to... ah... see the mechanic."
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Post by Chalco on Nov 13, 2017 14:19:56 GMT -8
To say the atmosphere was a chaotic riot of thoughts and emotions was probably one of the biggest understatements since someone pointed out on 1.0 that Inky was "a bit of a git". Simmering underneath the thick and murky blanket of confusion lurked a riotous mix of elements consisting of disbelief, amusement, resentment and embarrassment. Even Gorath wasn't immune from the awkwardness of the moment, the thoughts behind his stoic appearance roughly translating to "what the actual hell!?" Indeed Chalco too was at a loss of how to react to the events transpiring, fervently hoping that the Yuzhaan Vong was joking in what seemed to be her advancements even though he knew deep down that she wasn't. Over a century of years, four score of them as a Jedi, was not enough to prepare him for such social abnormality as it took him several moments with which to gather enough mental and emotional fortitude to get his mouth working.
"Uhh..."
His mouth worked silently for a moment then clamped shut again, his eyes darting between Cao and Menzine
That was it? That was all you could muster? His internal dialogue scolded him at how pathetic that sounded coming from a Jedi Master, pointing out that he was surrounded by his peers and must needs do better. Chalco snorted back at his inner self, pointing out that none of them were in any position to cast judgement due to their own reactions...
Leila's mouth hung open in a comical look that was a mixture of shock and abject horror, her eyes shiny and brimming with what looked suspiciously like unshed tears. Her arms hung loosely at her sides yet her hands worked furiously as she started at the back of Menzines head. Gorath was harder to read yet he too seemed taken aback in appearance, his posture leaning slightly away from Cao and Menzine, eyes slightly wider than their usual narrowed slits. The eyes widened further still as the sleepy girl bumped into him, saving Chalco from his polarised mouth.
"Er... Ah... That's alright, young one. We are just..."
He groped around again for some kind of noise that civilised beings called words. Leila's moth snapped shut with an audible "clack" as Gorath backed away from Ariel, offering a slight bow in order to hide the smirk of amusement that now grazed his bland face.
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Post by Chalco on Oct 24, 2017 17:31:50 GMT -8
Chalco's face maintained its stern demeanor as he continued to hold Cao's gaze, eyes still narrowed with grimly. His hands moved slowly to situate themselves in the opposite sleeves of his voluminous robe, his posture relaxed and at ease, contrasting sharply with the intensity of his features.
"You hold the title until Aerandir Calmcacil says otherwise, Master Shan..." His voice was steady. Even. A smooth tone that betrayed nothing of the steel that obviously lurked underneath. "It is not an honourific that one may simple discard when it no longer suits but an integral part worth salvaging before it is exercised."
The tone and expression didn't change but there was definitely a trace of warmth in the sentiment. Perhaps not sympathy but certainly understanding, as of a shared knowledge of heinous mistakes made.
Indeed Chalco did understand somewhat the trials his fellow Jedi had struggled through of late. Perhaps not the specifics of what had transpired but the emotional toil that had been taken on mind and spirit. Chalco's years had not always been spent in education and science after all, his own tumultuous youth leaving a vivid comprehension of the intricacies a Jedi's life could hold. As he looked at the man in front of him he regretted that they did not have time to pursue such a line of thought further, the demands of the present intruding on the need for contemplation of the future. He made a note to seek out Master Shan at some future date to further his understanding of these issues.
His lip twitched slightly, the only sign that there was more to their conversation than had been presented, a very small sign but one he was sure Caoimhin would catch. Finally breaking eye contact Chalco made a show of looking chagrined, a look of apology flashing to Menzine.
"But forgive my manners..."
His left hand left the comforts of his right sleeve to gesture, open-palmed, to Menzine, a slight dip of his head offering deference and respect.
Master Shan. Jedi's Nem and Varr. Allow me to introduce Menzine of Domain Kwaad."
Left hand returned to its den while the right now gestured to the three Jedi.
"Menzine. May I present Jedi Master Caoimhin Shan and Jedi Knights Leila Nem and Gorath Varr."
The two Jedi Knights bowed low once again, Leila's Lekku dropping down over her right shoulder as she did so. Even Gorath's face showed a hint of wonder at being introduced to the Yuzhaan Vong shaper and Leila was clearly still flustered from so earlier situation, eyes dropping to intently study the floor at her feet.
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Post by Chalco on Oct 10, 2017 15:43:21 GMT -8
=Leila= "Ah... oh... ah... of course."
The words stammered agonisingly into a rush as her face once again flushed with heat.
There it was. The brush off. Stupid, stupid girl! What were you thinking!? She fought valiantly to keep the horror from her face as the terrible demon of rejection rose within her, threatening to send her flying down the corridor in tears. He was kind to keep the scorn from his face and voice, his attempts to sooth her idiocy with a soft laugh an admirable if unsuccessful kindness.
She kept her gaze fixed forward as they continued down the corridor, unable to meet the look he threw in her direction. Her lip trembled slight and she clamped her small white teeth down on the offending flesh, forehead creasing in a forwn of concentration as she battled with the emotions.
Her physical attempts to keep her chagrin at bay was matched only by her herculean efforts at controlling the emotional storm from forming a torrent in the Force. Her feelings swirled beneath the surface of calm poise that all Jedi were apparently suppose to maintain, creating ripples that bled spikes of her plight to those skilled enough to pick them up. She wanted the smooth sandstone floor to swallow her up, causing her to retreat further behind the wall of Jedi stoicism. You do it to yourself, Leila. Always leaving yourself vulnerable. This time the voice didn't seem to be her own but something from the past, a stern female voice that lacked any kind of compassion to her circumstance.
The doors into the hangar bay seemed to take an age to draw closer, her gaze fixed relentlessly on a small blemish on the wall next to them as they drew agonisingly closer.
A sickly smile stained her features, skin now an unusual mix of pale and rosy, and her voice was tight with strain.
=Leila= "First things first..."
Her words trailed off as the hangar doors slid open...
Chalco gestured for Menzine to step through the doors, falling in besides her as they moved into the corridor beyond, Molan following just off of his right shoudler. Leila quickly dipped at the waist into a bow, grateful to the gesture for hiding her stricken features. Gorath likewise followed suit, his bow as devoid of emotion as his face. With a slight smile Chalco returned an inclination of his head before his emerald eyes found the mismatched iris' of Caoimhin Shan, narrowing slightly at the mans presence here.
Chalco knew of Cao from his Yavin IV days but had had little interaction with the man. Indeed, he wasn't aware that the man had been given leave of the detention area following the "incident" on Nar Shaddaa. He reached out with the Force but found it difficult to sample due to the proximity of Menzine besides him, a mere shadow of presences pulsing around him instead of the dazzling flares of sentience.
His eyes flickered to Leila but the girl couldn't seem to meet his gaze for some reason and the face of Gorath may as well have been carved in stone. Instead his eyes found their way back to Cao, a slightly flinty look the only hint of feeling towards him.
"Master Shan."
His head inclined again and his gaze lingered with the mismatched eyes as he added...
"Knights Nem and Varr..."
Both Jedi spoke in unison with a "Master", Gorath in a low growl, Leila in a high whine.
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Post by Chalco on Oct 1, 2017 14:22:34 GMT -8
As Chalco kept his eyes on the Yuzhaan Vong as she continued to survey her surrounding he couldn't help but feel unease stir within him. While it was likely a natural reaction to having someone like her visit the world he had come to cherish and call home he couldn't shake the feeling that there was something more at work here. The fact that he could not sense a thing from the being stood in front of him was troubling yet no more than it should do or had done in the past when he had encountered the Yuzhaan Vong. His inability to get a read on her was expected and something he had accounted for. Yet there was still a sense of foreboding that he couldn't shake.
When she moved past him he nodded to Molan and fell in just behind and to her left, the Ithorian following at a discrete distance with his lumbering gait. Matching her pace he escorted her to the blaster doors, ignoring the looks of the gathered throng. Several Jedi managed to clear a path for them as they moved, allowing them to move into the Jedi Base proper.
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Post by Chalco on Sept 27, 2017 16:27:43 GMT -8
Her lip twisted slightly in disgust as here eyes looked the creature up and down before she sniffed slightly, the acidic smell of metal and fumes making her blanch somewhat. Her eyes moved back to the Jedi as she spoke, her voice a raspy drawl of heavily accented basic."This... thing is your slave, yes?"Her eyes moved to rove around the gathered faces that peered at her in silence. They were kept back by a small barrier but their attention was enough to close her in. Her head moved slightly as she tracked the assembled mass before snapping back to the Jedi."They are all your slaves?" Chalco's eyes blinked slowly as he strove to keep his reaction off of his face, mouth a thin line and hands firmly clasped in front of him. The only real sign that showed of the indignation he initially felt was a slight twitch of the lip and a brief tightening of the jaw, perhaps a minuscule clenching of the joined hands.He reminded himself that hers was a different culture from what he was used to, a foreign and alien society containing vast differences to those he knew here. Of course, slavery wasn't unheard of in this galaxy but he and his fellow Jedi often challenged it at every turn. The thought that he may perpetrate such injustice was insulting at first though as he calmed his mind he simply shrugged it off as miscommunication.He cast a sideways glance at Molan, expecting to find the Ithorian spluttering in anger, but saw that the scientists only wore as tolerant smile on his left-hand mouth. Chalco too allowed a smile to form on his lips, following hid friends example of tolerance."Not at all, Shaper Kwaad. We do not encourage slavery here, and the practice is illegal in most of this galaxy. All these here are free beings who's interest your visit as aroused."He spoke slowly and deliberately so as not to confuse her, assuming that her grasp of basic wasn't fully mastered. With a gesture he indicated the Jedi base behind him, spreading his right arm and once again dipping in a formal bow."Molan and I will escort you to the laboratory. We have a room set aside for you down there if you would like to freshen up after your journey?"
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Post by Chalco on Sept 24, 2017 19:02:02 GMT -8
Chalco watched with narrowed green eyes as the rock-like ship drifted into the hangar and set down gently on the scarred surface of the designated hangar bay, barely a sound accompanying the motion. The Yuzhaan Vong craft seemed to pulse slightly, as if breathing, a slow undulation oscillating along its surface to move sedately towards the front. As he watched the skin seemed to peel downwards to create an opening, flap of Yorik Coral forming a ramp upon which the Yuzhaan Vong Shaper stepped.
It was unnerving watching the ship, the obviously organic composition at odds with vessels of this galaxy. To not hear the sounds of hissing hydraulics, of the steady rumble of an engine or the slight whine of repulsors, seemed to add an unreal quality to the scene, as if viewing an event in a dream. The mixture of emotions bleeding off of the watching crowd also added to the scene, the mixture of awe and trepidation a heady tonic that reminded him firmly that caution should be applied.
Speaking of cause for caution his gaze fell upon the Yuzhaan Vong. Tall and gaunt, she had the ritual scarring and tattoo's common to her kind yet nowhere near the excessive amounts Chalco had seen on other Yuzhaan Vong. Indeed, her dis-figuration seemed token at most and her features seemed to accentuate them to the point where she could be described as sternly attractive. The blue sacks under her eyes added a base upon which piercing green eyes rested, peering out from under heavy brows. Her Shaper headdress writhed menacingly over a high forehead, as if tasting the unfamiliar surrounding, perhaps responding to their mistress' unease? The eight-fingered hand sat folded with its opposite at her naval as she stepped down the ramp, a hushed silence falling over the onlookers.
He shared their anxiety...
Chalco too stood hushed and frozen for several heartbeats after she had reached the bottom of the ramp, both he and the visitor eyeing each other warily. He could feel Molan shuffle next to him, uncertainty pulsing off of the Ithorian in waves. Finally Chalco moved, stepping fprward with a polite, if forced, smile.
"Menzine Kwaad. It is an honour to meet you in person."
He executed a crisp bow before waving his hand to the side to indicate Molan who shuffled forward to incline his massive head.
"May I introduce Doctor Molan Zaww. He will be briefing you on our... 'situation'."
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Post by Chalco on Sept 24, 2017 14:12:05 GMT -8
The young Twi'lek Jedi led her... Was he technically her prisoner? She guessed her was and this thought made her somewhat uncomfortable given their current camaraderie... She led their charge, yes that sounded better, through the large security doors that allowed for access to the detention center and onto the smooth sandstone floors of the Jedi Base itself, pausing a moment to allow a somewhat harried looking student rush past. With slight smile she turned left, gesturing for Caoimhin to walk with her, Gorath bringing up the read as always.
=Leila= "Its not far to the hangar from here, Cao..."
She luxuriated in being on first name terms with him then caught herself sharply, mentally shaking her head at the familiarity. I should have stuck with Master Shan, or Jedi Cao... A rueful and very slight shake of the head accompanying the though.
=Leila= "Though we can stop and get refreshments if you like..."
Wait... Did that sound like I just asked him out for a drink? Her face grew hot as she once again blushed, the third time in the last ten minutes. Her voice broke slightly as she sought to amend what she had said, stammering a little over her words.
=Leila= "I... I... I mean... If you want a drink that is... Or maybe food!"
She spoke the last word with an enthusiastic lilt before her mouth dropped open in horror at how ridiculous she sounded. She glanced over her shoulder at Gorath but go no help from those impassive features. She wasn't even sure if the other Jedi was listening at all. Oh the Force, Leila! Whats wrong with you!?
=Leila= "I mean..." She concluded lamely. "Gorath would be there too.."
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Post by Chalco on Sept 24, 2017 11:46:09 GMT -8
She returned his inconsistent smile with a firm one of her own, the eyes lighting up behind the expression a sure sign of its sincerity. An innocent chuckle followed at his words, the fact that he liked her name causing a slight flush to colour her cheeks once again. She walked slowly besides him as Gorath trailed at an unobtrusive distance behind, casting frequent glances at his face as they moved.He was a handsome man, she thought, as she studied his profile surreptitiously. The emotionally damaged air about him only added to his mystique and appeal in a way, likely triggering the nurturing instinct in her. Her past was full of abandonment and strife before she had been lucky enough to have been encountered by And'ru and Joshua nearly fifteen years ago, and the sense of family and the need to help other burned strong in her.=Leila="No... She doesn't own a ship, at least not here. She's something of a special case here, but she definitely knows her way around machinery."Her voice was mildly amused, her smile remaining in place as she spoke. Finally they reached the end of the corridor and she began to walk up the stairs, leading them up into the Jedi Base above.
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Post by Chalco on Sept 19, 2017 21:11:46 GMT -8
She smiled at his kind words as he waved away her apology, dimples springing to life one each rosy cheek. With a slight inclination of the head, not quite a bow, she waved her right hand towards the silent Gotal, her grateful smile quirking into one of wry amusement.
=Leila= "This charming fellow is Gorath. He does talk. Maybe a word a week if we're lucky."
Drawing her hand back she placed it on her chest, a slight hint of self-consciousness causing her forehead to furrow slight, her eyes lowering demurely once again. Dipping forward this time in a proper bow she spoke from the position, lekke sliding to drape down either side of her head.
=Leila= "And I'm Leila. Leila Nem, though I'm mainly known as Newt."
She didn't elaborate on her strange nickname, merely straightening and casting her eyes over the hand he displayed to them. Gorath gave a slight grunt, as if such matters were beyond his job description, before returning to his impassive self. Leila had not noticed the before, a fact she felt a bit crestfallen about. A Jedi should be noticing such things. To here eye it seemed to be a prosthetic hand, obviously damaged.
=Leila= "We could go and visit the tech labs though we'd need clearance..."
She was a bit dubious about such a course of action as it would take time. She didn't have the authority to just walk into the secure labs and she certainly wouldn't do it was Cao in tow. Her eyes brightened as an idea came to her.
=Leila= "I do know someone who could take a look though. She's probably in the hangar..."
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Post by Chalco on Sept 18, 2017 4:57:02 GMT -8
Both Jedi glided after him silently as he moved away from the cell and down the hallway towards the main foyer for the detention area. The Gotals expression didn't waver at all but the Twi'leks large oval eyes were intense with scrutiny, her pretty face scrunched slightly with a frown as she followed the rather unkempt man. They slowed as they approached the main security doors that lead out of the security wing, watching as Cao turned to flash them a forced smile. There were other guards in the foyer, going about their business and ignoring the three figures that moved among them.
While the former Jedi made an effort to present a calm exterior the Force was not so easily quieted. Instead it swirled chaotically around the man, a tumultuous riot of emotion that made Leila feel something akin to motion sickness. The worst part of the tempest was that it seemed constantly changing direction, as if two separate forces were struggling to paint their own tableau of pain and regret. It was a heady tonic for someone like Leila, someone who hadn't really encountered anything more than a stern talking to from the Yavin Masters before fleeing the Jungle Moon three years ago. She was ill-equipped to deal with the emotional whirlpool that surrounded Caoimhin Shan, especially considering her own current penchant for self-pity, yet she didn't shy from the task. Indeed, she found her heart going out to the man as he tried mightily to appear indifferent and jovial, a wealth of pity welling up within her.
As the silence following his last word began to stretch a little thin she swallowed hard in an attempt to find her voice once again. Her huge eyes blinked several times as she sought to swim to the surface of the murky pool that the Force had become, mentally gasping as she managed to breach the surface of the heavy miasma of their combined woe.
=Leila= "Very well, Cao..."
His indifferent response to her subtle mockery meant that he'd either ignored it or hadn't understood it, both possibilities making her slightly ashamed she had poked at him. It was ignoble of her to kick a man when he was down and she groped blindly for a way to make it right. Finally she spoke again, deciding that an honest apology was the right course of action even if he hadn't noticed her disrespect.
=Leila= "Forgive me, Cao. It is not my place to approve or disapprove of you. Master Man'Sell often said I speak before I engage my Lekku..."
Her eyes lowered to peer at her feet, a demure pose that was meant to be contrite but likely only managed cute...
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Post by Chalco on Sept 16, 2017 11:53:45 GMT -8
The young Twi'lek Jedi merely raised a thin eyebrow at the mans question. Stood with her arms folded into the opposite sleeves of her voluminous robe Jedi Knight Leila Nem, known to her friends as Newt, tried to stifle a sigh, her shoulders straight in order to stop them sagging in chagrin. Her gaze flickered to the impassive figure of Gorath, a Gotal and the other Jedi assigned to this thankless duty. Gorath didn't speak much and he went about his duty with the same impassive face. Leila was very close to hating him...
While the assignment had been presented as an important that was being entrusted to her there was no doubt in her mind that it was punishment for her being a crappy Jedi. Her mistake in the archives had caused Portis, the Jedi Librarian, considerable time and effort and had ended up costing the Jedi thousands of bytes-worth of data. The transfer of files from Yavin IV's data archives to the archives on Felucia had been an important job and Leila had volunteered to assist, her knowledge of the Yavin Praxeums systems leading the Masters here to allow her to help. Indeed, she had lived on Yavin IV since the age of eleven and was well versed in the use of the archives there, having studied during her apprenticeship and as a full Jedi. She had been a great help until she had tried to take a short cut through a particularly large file transfer...
She again fought the desire to throw her hands up in the air and burst into tears at the disappointment in the eyes of her peers, working hard to stop such un-Jedi-like emotions from spilling into the Force. She shuffled slightly, unable to maintain the poise of Jedi calm she was trying so hard to portray and allowed herself to study the 'prisoner' once again.
She knew who he was, of course. She had been briefed on the nature of his detention and his threat level but the Masters. She knew more than that though. Being from Yavin IV she had access to both rumour and historical data on the former Jedi Caoimhin Shan. She remembered her friend Joshua telling her of the stories his father used to tell. Joshua's father had known a Jedi named Caoimhin before he and Joshua had come to Yavin IV, back in the dark ages Joshua had joked. Joshua had said the stories were full of bravery and heroism, likely yarns spun for the child he was back then, but there was sure to have been truth to some of them. Later stories had a significantly darker undertone as events with the Corruption and the mad plots of the entity known as Caedus had sent affairs spiraling out of control. It was believed that the man she guarded had been involved in the events on Haruun Kal. Events in which Joshua's father had sacrificed his life. She remembered those as hard times, times in which she had tried to be there for her friend, for many of her friends. Countless families effected by the horrors visited upon the Jedi of Yavin IV.
Her head tilted slightly as she debated asking him about such event. They hadn't been forbidden from speaking to their charge but something stayed her tongue. Some nebulous warning from the Force that advised caution. An alert that suggested tact when dealing with this man. Through the Force he felt calm if not a bit nervous, nothing that couldn't be attributed to his current predicament. Still, there was an air of menace about him that made her swallow slightly.
Just like they hadn't been forbidden from speaking to him, he hadn't been forbidden from moving around the Jedi Base. She realised that his question was a politeness rather than an actual asking of permission. A rhetorical question inviting her to participate in his decision. Probably mockingly, she thought wryly.
=Leila= "Where do you want to go, Master Shan?"
Her voice was low and sultry, an unfortunate product of one of her race. She was pretty sure that he no longer held that honourific, but she too could play at being sarcastic.
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Post by Chalco on Sept 15, 2017 4:30:50 GMT -8
Striding into the hangar the tall Falleen swerved slightly to avoid a small, red-skinned female that darted past him, a bag clutched tight to her chest. As Chalco slowed his pace he could see that the girl was not the only obstacle that would have to be overcome in order to reach his goal. It had become a hobby these days to camp out in the hangar bay awaiting the arrival of their guest, and there place teemed with activity. Chalco had lost count of the complaints made by the hangar crew and the chief engineer about the activity, prompting them to make larger areas of the facility off limits to pedestrians. It had been a necessary precaution, Chalco could see as he surveyed the scene before him. Casting a wry glance to Molan who stood beside him, datapad still cradled in his arms, Chalco set his shoulders and moved off into the crowd of students.
=Molan= "You should ban them all from the hangar..."
The Ithorians voice was a low growl, the words emanating from the mouth on the left side of his face. Walking on Chalco's right the huge head bobbed up and down as he moved in an ambling gait common to his species. The large eyes at either side of the huge head swung this way and that as he viewed the bustle with distaste.
=Molan= "They are unruly and noisy. They will scare off our guest."
The children gave way as Chalco made his way towards the hangar bay that had been designated for use by the Yuzhaan Vong Shaper, giving way to the Jedi Master with hastily executed bows and muttered greetings. He had sent a comm message to Aerandir informing him of the imminent arrival but he wasn't sure whether the Jedi Grandmaster would be able to attend given the pressing galactic affairs that drew his attention. It was just as well, Chalco thought with a hint of amusement. This circus may not be in keeping with the Jedi calm Master Calmcacil wanted to project...
"She's a Yuzhaan Vong Shaper, Molan. I doubt she scares very easily..." He nodded and smiled as he moved, returning the greetings. "Besides we should be understanding of them and their enthusiasm. You were young once I am sure. A couple of millennia ago you were likely just as full of curiosity and excitement. A wide eyed little Ithorian exploring every nook and cranny of the Herdship..."
Chalco smiled as he glanced at the scientist walking besides him, face contorted in consternation as he processed the comedic words of the Jedi Master. Finally breaching the crowd and stepping past the cordon that isolated the restricted area, Chalco stopped for a moment and surveyed the scene as Molan spluttered besides him. His comlink pinged and he checked the message from the X-Wing pilot. They were starting their descent and would be with them shortly. With a deep breath to clamp down on his own anxiety, he nodded to Molan and entered the hangar bay to await the arrival.
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Post by Chalco on Sept 14, 2017 15:59:48 GMT -8
Far below on the planet the messaged had been received and a reply was not long in coming..."This is Master Gannor. I bid you greetings Menzine Kwaad. Belik tiu..."TThere as a slight pause before the voice continued."I am transmitting coordinates across this channel for a landing vector and there will be a ship en-route to escort you shortly."There was a slight longer pause this time, the seconds ticking by before the voice returned."Are you able to receive the coordinates with your... device?" True to the word of Master Gannor a ship soon appeared ahead of the strange craft. The X-Wing fighter completing a slow bank that put itself slightly ahead of the Yuzhaan Vong ship then waggled its wings in greeting. Matching the pace of its charge the X-Wing began its escort down to the Jedi Base below...
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Post by Chalco on Sept 14, 2017 15:21:07 GMT -8
Chalco was just approaching the secure turbolift at the far end of the tech labs when his comlink pinged. The journey from the lecture halls had been uneventful, the Faleen Jedi Master traversing the distance with his hands tucked into the opposite sleeves of his emerald and tan robes, the very picture of Jedi poise. That poise belied an undercurrent of anticipation at the imminent fruition of carefully worked plans. The comlink call triggered a spike of anticipation despite his attempts to remain calm. He couldn't help a chuckle as he drew the comlink forth. If only his students could see his angst...With a gentle caress she stroked the Oggzil to life, using slight ridges along the side to input the coordinates she was given by the Lizard-like Jedi she had met nearly a week earlier, Menzine Kwaad peered intently into the fleshy device.This be Menzine Kwaad talking for Master Chalco Gannor. Do you hear, Jedi? Chalco's forehead furrowed as he listened to the heavily accented words coming over the device held in his right hand. With a slight nod of his head Chalco stopped in front of the secure turbolift to the underground labs that housed the studies of dangerous materials, depressing the transmit button on the comlink."This is Master Gannor. I bid you greetings Menzine Kwaad. Belik tiu..."He wasn't sure of his pronunciation but he had taken the time to learn a few words in the dialect of the Yuuzhan Vong, scouring the archives to find any such information on the species. He had been concerned about causing offense with such an attempt but he felt the chance of putting the nervous alien at ease was worth it."I am transmitting coordinates across this channel for a landing vector and there will be a ship en-route to escort you shortly."He paused for a moment as the lift door slid open in front of him to reveal Molan standing there blinking at him, a stack of datapads cradled him his arms. The Ithorians mouths moved silently for a moment as he got control of his surprise before being cut off from any comment by Chalco's upraised hand."Are you able to receive the coordinates with your... device?"Molan stepped out of the lift, head tilted to the side in interest at the seriousness in the Jedi Masters pose. Chalco watched as understanding dawned in the Ithorians eyes as he realised to whom Chalco was conversing, his mouths once again working in silent question. With a jerk of his head Chalco indicated they should start moving, taking the corridor towards the medical facility, a shortcut to the hangar.
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Post by Chalco on Sept 14, 2017 8:07:48 GMT -8
A tone sounded from the desk at the front of the class signifying the end of the lesson. Stood near the middle of the class, with his arms clasped behind his back, Chalco smiled as the class erupted into motion. Datapads were gathered up and rucksacks loaded with learning materials at a breakneck pace as the children sought to excuse themselves from the confines of learning, buoyed by the nearby prospect of leisure and fun. It had been a long time since Chalco had been that young and energised, he noted wryly, releasing his arms and stretching the kink in his back a little."Remember to study up on the main events of the Great Sith War. You will be tested next lesson..."He swerved and turned as the younglings flowed around him towards the door, their haste causing them to bump shoulders, heads bobbing as they absently agreed to his words. Chalco shook his head and flashed a mock glare at Brakus as the boy bounced off his hip, drawing a smile and a nod of apology from the human boy."Oh and don't forget to upload the galactic map animation showing the tactical topography during the final stages of the war. It can be found in the archives."The last words echoed forlornly around the suddenly empty room. The silence was nearly deafening in the wake of the clamour the children had caused, only the fading sound of footsteps moving down the hall outside giving any hint that there was anything other than the quiet. With a tired sign Chalco moved towards the desk and sat down heavily, eyes lost in thought.It had been more than three years since he and some of the students of the Praxeum on Yavin IV had relocated here. Originally they had fled here as a precaution during the attack on the Jedi by the Mandalorian, but following the Mandalorian defeat Chalco and a few others had come to call Felucia their home. The Falleen Jedi still marveled at the all-encompassing nature of the Force here, a loving embrace that seemed to emanate from the very planet itself. Symbiosis here had developed beyond anything Chalco had experienced before in his long life, perhaps only Zonama Sekot having a more vibrant feel to it. He had visited the living planet once a long time ago and it was the only thing comparable to what he felt here. The children seemed to sense the difference too; those that had arrived here from Yavin quickly adapting and becoming at home despite the trying times.
Chalco's lips twitched into a smile once again as he recalled their togetherness as a group, overcoming the trials that were set before them. None of them had the connection to this planet that Morgan did and they all seemed to take their cue from her. While not necessarily the leader of their little group she was certainly the spiritual center, the guiding light that helped keep those around her grounded. Of those that had arrived from Yavin it was Felia and Brakus that had come to prominence here, seeming to settle well and develop into fine Jedi younglings.'They will be ready to be taken on as Padawaans soon', he thought to himself as he sat back and steepled his fingers in front of him. With a steady breath he allowed himself to sink into a trance. Surfing the currents of the Force... He felt the disturbance as a tenuous flicker at the edges of his perceptions. Nothing of alarm. Merely an impending arrival. Something drew near. Something he was expecting. His eyes flickered open and he rose smoothly from his seat. Checking the chrono on the wall he nodded his head and turned, leaving through a different door to the one used by the younglings. With a steady pace Chalco made his way towards the Tech Labs...
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Post by Chalco on Jul 8, 2015 15:52:20 GMT -8
Chalco had been patient, holding his silence while she worked her way through her thought process. Despite his supposition that she would recall her details he was still mildly surprised at her efficiency, nodding his head and offering a rare smile to the petit girl.
"Very good, Felia. Indeed Yun Harla was held in some disdain by the other gods due to the tom foolery she often partook in. Priests on the Deception Sect were creatures of mystique and reverence even to other members of the priest caste.
His head bobbed slowly once again for a moment as his eyes dropped to barely a squint. The strange pose lasted only a second before he looked up and out again.
"Anyone else?"
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Post by Chalco on Jul 8, 2015 15:35:32 GMT -8
The Falleen nodded gravely at the Jake, bringing his hands forward to clasp them together just in front of his navel. His eyes pulsed with what seemed to the younglings ancient wisdom as they swept their intensity over those assembled.
"Indeed. Yun Yammka. Their god of war. Also known as The Slayer. This god was worshipped almost exclusively by the Yuuzhan Vong warrior caste..."
He waved a hand absently to head off the questions anticipated through the Force.
"We will return to their caste system a bit later on."
The wayward hand returned to its twin before he continued.
"Any other deities spring to mind?"
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Post by Chalco on Jun 16, 2015 12:06:43 GMT -8
Chalco smiled at the boys enthusiasm, nodding his head and spreading his hands wide.
"Indeed they do. Can anyone tell me the names of any of their gods? Perhaps some attributes?"
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Post by Chalco on Jun 16, 2015 11:46:18 GMT -8
"Indeed, Jake..."
He began moving up the aisle with a slow measured pace, hands still clasped firmly behind his back, voice deep and steady.
"They terraformed Coruscant and many other planets with a process we commonly refer to as vongforming."
He stopped next to Jake and nodded down at the boy, briefly resting a hand on his shoulder before moving on.
"As Jake has said, they employ a variety of bio-engineered lifeforms in place of the machines we use. These can vary from simple implements as well as sophisticated vehicles..."
He reached the front of the class and turned with a sweep of emerald robes.
"Anything more?"
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