Star Wars The Grey Way

IC: Alejac Ridacuf
Oratory

Alejac had had enough of these Force users. He heard their words, "planning to kill his master" but how could they possibly believe that a slave killing his master was acceptable? He heard what Victus was saying. "Dog without a master." Was that him or Jilljan?

He then heard, no, felt the words, “If I were you, I would run. Run far away.” Then the chip in his head signaled him, CHECKSUM error. Force manipulation in progress. So, he was afraid, but how much was these damnable Force users and how much was his own feelings? Sometimes he thanked Jilljan for giving him the implant, sometimes he curses her. Certainly it's nothing as extensive as LOBOT had. LOBOT was something special. But it did help in times like this.

Then it happened again. CHECKSUM error. Force man...

“My deepest apologies for the sudden intrusion.”

The words wavered in and out. He saw the Gardener walk through some mist that wasn't there before.

“Don’t worry. You are safe for the moment. This seems to be the only way to expedite things, seeing how they have escalated.”

The scene resolved into Jilljan's compound. It was about two weeks ago. Alejac had been tasked to punish Gildar. It was happening. The whip went across Gildar's back. No, Alejac's back. He knew Gildar's mind right then. Alejac's back arched. He felt a mix of emotions. Dedication to do what he was commanded. Absolute horror of it happening to him. Confusion on why he had to pay for something so petty. Why was Jilljan so unreasonable?

Wait, was that his thought?

“I hold a very similar opinion with former Inquisitor Victus regarding slavery.”

“Are you truly seeking justice, I wonder?”

Cold. No breath. Still. Dying. Pain. How? Just understand. Was this what Gildar felt? It's so... empty.

“You have no idea what he went through, or why he did what he felt he had to do. Would you have done anything differently had you been in his position?”

“Still, you stood by and did nothing while lives were lost and misery was given to sup. You were a facilitator, in as much as you did nothing to help those who needed help, yet your cruelty helped forge a man who would one day flee his captors. Imagine how things would have turned out had your Mistress been kinder, had she been just. But no, like the Empire, you pressed your boots on their necks and took lives without care. Then comes rebellion. Where is the Empire now? Where is your Master?

You taught him that peace was a lie, but through his passion he gained strength, the strength to survive. Through that strength he gained power, and in a moment, he gained victory.”

Alejac saw Master Jilljan as he'd never seen her before. His hand raised up. Alejac was killing her just the way Gildar had killed her. No. Alejac was killing her. Gildar wasn't there now. Alejac had taken Gildar's place. That's why he doesn't remember doing it. How? No. Just understand.

“His chains are broken, the Force has freed him, for the Force is One.”

Alejac saw the Gardener. Understood.

“You too can be free, if it’s truly justice that you seek.”

“Choose and act.”
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...ipulation in progress. Alejac's legs couldn't support him any more. Weak. He fell to his knees. He understood and felt so sad.

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Victus
The Oratory and Elsewhere


Vincent felt a moment of disappointment at the actions of Kev-Mas. Yes, Victus was not pleased with Alejac, and indeed the Inquisitor would have taken a great amount of pleasure in doing as Kev-Mas had done. But just as Gildar had right and deserved the opportunity to defend himself, so did the Guard. Everyone could turn themselves around, Victus had, Kev-Mas had, they all had that capacity. Alejac was on the wrong side of the situation, but he had the capacity to change.

Victus was about to hold out his other hand, tell his friend to calm himself, when finally the Gardener stepped forward once more. “That’s enough.” The words seemed to echo through the room, though he had not spoke it loud enough to do so. Victus recognized the power in them, indeed this Gardener was more than he seemed. There was a moment of serene calm and then the man gestured towards Alejac.

“Please, allow me.” As he spoke those words the calm seemed to fade and Victus felt a heavy weight around his neck, the amulet he bore, the one he’d taken from the other High Inquisitor that had been sent to kill Kev-Mas. As his head bowed under the weight he suddenly found himself, somewhere else. The world was, grey, devoid of features, a vast empty save for two others. The Gardener, and Alejac.​

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Victus went to speak, but found he had no voice. He did not realize that he was there by happenstance, not intention and that had consequences. Then the Gardener moved towards Alejac, half obscured in a grey swirling mist, he was unsure if the two noticed him at all. “My deepest apologies for the sudden intrusion.” The world shimmered, a veil of circuitry faded in and out of view. “Don’t worry. You are safe for the moment. This seems to be the only way to expedite things, seeing how they have escalated.”​

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There was a soft tap against the floor by the man’s staff, similar to how Victus used the end of his saberpike to gain attention, and the world shifted again. Clouds shifted, like oil dropped in water, and they found themselves in a compound. Dark and musky it brought out a sense of dread in Victus. A cold unyielding fear. It reminded him of the Pit, the punishment and training grounds of his youth.​

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Pain seared across his back, and a crack resounded through the air and he lost focus on the words the Gardener exchanged with the Guard. His flesh burned, and his mind swam in agony and as he reopened his eyes through gritted teeth he saw Gildar, hunched over, next to another. Behind them two guards, baring outfits similar to Alejac, only more sinister stood, whips in hand. Each lash was an arch of pain, a reminder of past scars that Victus still bore, even though he knew deep in his mind he was not feeling his own past but the past of the man he had moments ago tried to comfort.​

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But he felt not only Gildar’s pain, but those of the slave beside him. Each crack, each lash, until finally it felt as though his heart gave out and Victus died, as the slave beside Gildar died. Only like Gildar, he didn’t, he only felt it. Victus had felt for his former brothers in the Shadow Guard out of a sense of honor, and brotherhood. Gildar had literally felt each and every lash and pain.​

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The scene changed, the pain faded, but still burned. “You taught him that peace was a lie.” Victus recognized those words, from old texts. The Sith code… “but through his passion he gained strength, the strength to survive. Through that strength he gained power, and in a moment, he gained victory.”​

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Victus then watched as, in fear, sorrow, anger, Gildar lashed out. He squeezed, and his master fell, and then in a fight to survive he squeezed again, and the guard that threatened him fell. “His chains are broken, the Force has freed him, for the Force is One.” The last words echoed, and in the back of his mind Victus heard his people, felt them from mere moments ago, as they were in orbit. “We are Brothers. We are one. We are one with the Force.”​

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“You too can be free, if it’s truly justice that you seek.”The scene began to melt away, the grey of the world rushing towards the distant obscured horizons away from them. “Choose, and act.”​

And then reality came screaming back. Victus found himself back in the Oratory, his hand still on Gildar’s shoulder. The weight around his neck faded and as he looked up he saw the Gardener and Alejac, and all eyes upon them. The pain was gone, though it still weighed on his mind, and as The Gardener turned to the Guard and bid him welcome return even as Alejac's legs gave way underneath him, Victus instead turned his attention to Gildar.


“You truly have suffered, brother. But that suffering is over, I promise.”

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IC - Icharis
Oratory

As the time passed, events unfolded and came to head with the arrival of a *click, click, click,* shiny booted man behind the sanctuary guard.

The Twi'lek girl had responded well to the Gardener's 'voodoo' by sitting up straight. The only explanation had to be the Force. He was glad she was OK, to which he felt some comfort and ease.

He tried listening to the interactions at first but his stomach was now demanding recompense. Stuffing his face with the appetizer-like edibles, he lent one ear to the shiny-booted man and conversation around him.

As time passed, Icharis almost choked on the savory flavored crispy he was eating when he heard, "Lord Inquisitor," spoken by one of the mouth-breathers. Comfort and ease was gone.

He tensed, while trying to clear his throat quietly, although no one seemed to pay him any mind. Icharis wasn't an expert on Imperial personnel, but he knew enough to be worried. Inquisitors didn't hunt bounties, they hunted force-sensitives, and Icharis fit both profiles.

Continuing to lightly snack, he kept listening as the Inquisitor recalled his own personal story with a tone of disgust. Icharis pondered to himself, maybe he was playing at something, maybe he truly was "retired." The crispies could wait, as he took one last swig of his given refreshment.

Posturing himself to appear aloof, Icharis' full attention was on the one, "Lord Inquisitor" and his obvious companion. He would not make any rash movements or decisions. He trusted the Gardener, of all people, and would take him at his word when he said the Empire had no influence here.

More of the group chimed into the heated exchange as the young hooded man who had previously used the Force to lift the pots interjected. A strange meeting this was turning out to be. He would be ready for anything.

Amidst the tension, his stomach rumbled again. Turning back to the crispies, he couldn't help but notice a familiar expression on tentacle-mouth, he was hungry too. But instead of looking at the spread of refreshments, the stranger was eyeballing some of the others in present company. He re-positioned himself to keep both the Imperials and the hungry alien within view, just in case.

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Kev-Mas Colcha
Decameron Alpha
Planet surface, Grey Sanctuary, Oratory
King of Terrors

Kev-Mas, still shrouded by the shadows of the Force, watched the situation unfold with his very eyes.

“That’s enough,” came the words of Polmath. They were calm, yet firm, spoken with authority, in as much that they echoed off the Oratory walls.

If Kev-Mas were a normal being, he would have been given the indication right here that the “practical joke” he had just made was not taken so well… or rather, if he were a normal being, he wouldn’t have made such a harsh and aggressive attempt at humor in the first place. But nonetheless Kev-Mas was not a normal being. He was currently in a strange time in his life, where he was expressing over half a century’s worth of suppressed emotions and urges. In his 56 years of life, he was not allowed to experience a great deal of things, and one of those things was fun. Entertainment. Humor. Thrills. All his life he was under the crack of the whip, expected to fulfill the desires of another. There was no room for his own desires. As such, this also came through in his self-expression. The things he did for “fun” were often at the expense of another, with another purpose in mind, and they often came off as a little harsh.

The Gardener’s staff pulsed, emitting a gust of wind, then strobed once, flashing a calming light, reducing the level of aggression now permeating the chamber. Hit by this wave of calm, Kev-Mas slipped out of his veil.

“Please, allow me,” continued Polmath, as he made a gesture towards Alejac.

A short moment later, he saw his friend Victus comforting Gildar.

“You truly have suffered, brother. But that suffering is over, I promise.”

Kev-Mas then made an attempt to explain himself. A poor attempt, admittedly, but he did not know that.

“Like the Force, fear is a tool that is not inherently good or bad. Instead, it is defined by it's use. It can be used to threaten others and cause panic, or it can be used as I have used it just now: to warn others of danger and encourage them to seek peaceful methods of self-preservation.”

“Still,” continued Kev-Mas, giving a hearty chuckle, “I have always wanted to do that…”

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IC: Ezzuk
Oratory

Standing, such a simple act. But this was in response to the act of the Gardener, cooling them off like an overheated engine, only he had not been overheating and what heat he had had been to control his mounting hunger. If they had merely never mentioned refreshments he would of been fine, and luckily something had come. Nothing he would call a true refreshment, more of a passible way not to starve to death without eating others present.

Begrudgingly he let the impulse take control but used what he had to guide it to the table. Taking a tool from his belt he used it to slice a pastry into small bits before raising the pile of crumbled bits ontop of a small plate to just within reach of his feeding/sensing tentacles which began to grab and squeeze the small bits before forcibly cramming them down his own gullet where his inner digestion took over. Of course as is common in the frenzy of his feeding state some food would not survive the trip. Crumbs and drippings fell back down upon the plate, but even more so some that slightly stuck to a whipping tentacle would break free and spray outwards. One piece actually flung up in an arc to land back on his own face, something which quickly sent a few frontal tentacles that were unencumbered to begin slap wiping his face to remove it and others wriggled and writhed about the active tentacles, cleaning them off in turn. Despite the ferocity of the attack upon the dismembered pastry Ezzuk had to admit, the sweetness was better than hardship rations.

Still he did not interject into the conversation. Not yet. He had to wait and hear what would happen to this one before stating his own case. Although that the one had admitted the earlier cloak and dagger actions to be a joke had sparked a sense of mirth within himself.

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Aicurn Ihi IC:
~Oratory, Grey Sanctuary, Decameron Alpha~

She cautiously sipped the flask that she had been given and was rewarded by the refreshing taste of water. That life giving energy that nearly all across the galaxy thrived off of and felt energized by.

Gulping down a bit more, before pausing meekly, Aicurn'ihi watched as the man before her that couldn't speak Ryl (well technically, that was all of them she realized) patted his chest.

She raised her brow quizzically.

"Leto."

Then he gestured to her with his own questioning look. Ah! So that was it then!

Leto was it?

"He says his name is Leto."

Patting Three-Nine again in an unconscious tick of comfort, she looked at Galvan.

"Cei ish fic bee. Arni'soyacho. Ohk dan vahs vuseh bo yei a'an cei? Eti ohk si'no'i ar bee."

"What is your name?"

She blinked. Name? Aicurn nearly gave a little jump. "Ea! Do nolhahan! Sei goh ohk Aicurn'ihi."

Giving an embarrassed smiling she dipped her head down in greeting to both of them again, more formally. Then followed it up by patting her own chest and giving Leto the respect of answering to him personally. It was only right as he was being friendly after all and was clearly older than her. Then again, they all seemed older than her.

"Aicurn'ihi," she intoned slowly and carefully, making sure to enunciate each syllable so he could hear it well.

But despite their 'conversation,' such as it was, she couldn't help but allow her eyes to move over to watch the others in their conversation that she still couldn't understand yet from time to time. Something truly volatile was going on. You didn't need to know the language to feel it in the air. There was a charge. An unsaid danger. All it needed was a spark.

She knew that well. She was the spark back on the slaver ship before. Both times. And it had nearly gotten her killed, while it did kill all the others…something she hadn't even had time to truly process. Aicurn had a sinking feeling that this coming night was not going to be very pleasant…Safe, just maybe, but pleasant? No.

But there were things in life that could only be triumphed through hardship. Twi'leks knew this. It certainly didn't make it any easier knowing it though!

Eventually though, the man that seemed to be the main source of commotion just…collapsed onto his knees suddenly. After the bearded man did some motion with his hand.

Did he hurt him somehow? It didn't look like it.

Slowly, she asked another question of Galvan. "Qa huhsi iniban kukae circoo?"

The sounds of the tentacle guy…thing…eating reached her as well and she only spared a brief glance before commenting: "Cea tentacle ea ohk karnoyi rinkan san onhso."

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Translation Corner

So he has said. Thank you. Are you all familiar with each other then? It is hard to tell.
Oh! I forgot! My name is Aicurn'ihi.
Pronounciation of Aicurn'ihi ~ Aye-sern-ee-hee
What just happened over there?
That tentacle thing is still creeping me out.

 

Julius Agrippa
Oratory

For the most part Julius stayed out of the way. He stuck to the corner of every wall he could find, making sure not to be in the middle of anybody. A few unexpected events had taken place shortly before this current point in time.

A hooded man had approached Julius, and introduced himself as Leto. Before Julius could return the pleasantry the one referred to as the Crimson Dagger had experienced a most unusual screaming fit. One filled with pain. Julius was truly confused on what was happening.

After that situation had calmed down, a purple Twi'lek known as Aicurn had arrived at the Sanctuary all battered and bruised. To this point, he was still unsure if she spoke Basic, but she seemed to understand it well enough.

Following shortly, a man by the name of Alejac Ridacuf had strolled into the Oratory looking for a man named Gildar. Listening intently on the conversation, Julius learned Gildar had killed a slave master of sorts, and her guards. Alejac, a guard for the oppressor, had come demanding justice. An odd time and place to be looking for justice. Gildar began to look very uncomfortable and nervous in this tense situation, and clearly looked for Polmath to deal with his would-be captor.

Then the one named Victus stood forward and addressed Alejac. He retold in brief summary, of his life being spent appeasing to the orders of his master. Obviously Victus had a personal connection to Alejac's and Gildar's predicament, and that probably was not a good thing. It just might flare tensions rather than cool it.

Kev-Mas, who appeared to be friends with Victus, approached behind Alejac, and gave him a warning; “If I were you, I would run. Run far away.” Julius was unsure if this was a jest or not.

Polmath, who seemed to be the most calm and level-headed out of the group decided this was going nowhere and it was time to end. “That’s enough.”

And with that every turned their focus on old grey-beard--except for a few. Julius turned his attention towards a man who was too busy focusing on his stomach than the current situation unfolding in front of him. Occasionally he would look up and survey his surroundings, each time looking more and more paranoid. This one was named Icharis.

Slurping and grunting noises turned Julius' attention elsewhere. An Ebruchi, by the looks of it, was stuffing his face with pastries. Its tentacles squirmed every which direction, hoping to devour each and every crumb its mouth couldn't catch. He caught its name earlier, Ezzuk. What a fascinatingly odd specimen he was. The pastries obviously weren't enough to sate his hunger. For everybody's sake, they needed to find this Ebruchi a larger meal..

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Leto
Oratory, Decameron Alpha

After speaking a bit more to Galvan the young Twi'lek turned to him, "Aicurn'ihi" she said as she patted her chest. Leto smiled and tried to repeat the name, "Aicurn'ihi", the pronunciation felt strange on his tongue so he repeated it a few more times in his head in order to remember her name.

He noticed her eyes shift to the others in the room, where there was an air of tension. He felt it as well. This morning had started off so peacefully, he enjoyed the mornings on Decameron Alpha and had felt good about having completed the small weapons upgrade on his ship. However the accusations of murder, Alejac's willingness to enforce the rule of slavery, the use of cheap theatrics and unnecessary threats had caused his mood to sour.

He believed in judicious use of the Force, drawing upon in order to frighten or threaten others seemed to be a sign of darker intent. Whether that was true or not Leto could not tell, but he would be sure to keep a close eye on the Crimson Dagger nonetheless.

Thankfully Polmath stepped in, sending a wave of calm across the room, Leto welcomed it and let it wash over him.

"Qa huhsi iniban kukae circoo?" Aicurn'ihi spoke, he would need to speak with Galvan later about how to learn this ability. Previously he had relied upon PUTs (personal universal translators) in the past, but knowing that he could achieve the same effect through the Force was intriguing. It was yet another reminder of how little his former keepers had taught him, though trained well for conflict his ability to communicate with others was not developed.

Leto could not help but feel that this was intentional, and that was something he hoped to remedy.

"Cea tentacle ea ohk karnoyi rinkan san onhso." Aicurn'ihi commented again. The only word he understood was tentacle, it didn't take a protocol droid to decipher that she was speaking about the Ebruchi, he looked to Galvan for the translation.

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IC: Gildar
Oratory

What had just happened? Alejac had just collapsed? Seconds before he was trying to make his case for extradition. The one calling himself Victus was trying to comfort him while calling Alejac to task.

Then the Gardener (was that really his name?) said, "That's enough." It was a relief that he said that. The tension was getting pretty high. Gildar knew he had a bit to do with that, though. A gust of wind went over him. Even more relief. Suddenly, not seconds later, Alejac was on his knees saying he understood. The feeling Gildar sensed was so unfamiliar to him. Was it... freedom?

Gildar studied Alejac some more. Then he looked around. He looked at the woman he had seen outside. Stunning, certainly, but calm in a way he'd never seen. She had a confidence that was evident. The rest of the gathering was also calm. Something happened that Gildar did not understand. We certainly were becoming a spectacle, that's certain. Everyone was looking at Alejac... at both of us.

Alejac turned to the Gardener. "I'm sorry for making a bother. I certainly didn't intend that. You certainly know better than anyone here. What should I do?" Gildar took off the robe. It wasn't really his to begin with and he didn't need a disguise any more. "Should I return this?" He was quite nervous. If they tell him to leave after this, he would certainly be chased by Alejac. Or would he? It was all so confusing.

This whole day had been confusing. If someone had told him this morning that he would be here after killing someone, no, two someones, he would have sworn they had taken some bad spice. He waited for the ax to come down.

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OOC: A short thing to keep some things moving while our GM recovers from the dreaded plague of IRL

IC: Victus
Oratory

Victus reached out, placing a hand on those of Gildar holding out the robe. "Leave the Gardener to attend to Alejac, the man has had a... revelation about the truth of your situation. He will need time." Victus then stepped to the side and motioned with his other hand motioned towards the table that was adorned with food. "Considering where you've come from, and how it is more than likely that you are beyond the point of malnourished, I would say it is fine to put any pomp and circumstance to the wayside and that you should get some food into your system." Having seen what the man had lived through, Victus felt he'd need a lot more than one meal to regain anything that he'd lost. "Come, join me at the table, tell me more about yourself, more about what you would like to be in life. Let's put your past behind you, and look to your future, because now it's yours to choose."

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IC: Gildar
Oratory

"Leave the Gardener to attend to Alejac, the man has had a... revelation about the truth of your situation. He will need time." Alejac was still having a hard time believing he was here and was safe, so much had happened in a short amount of time. Victus words just seemed so foreign. He understood them, but didn't. He continued by inviting him to have some food at the tables that had recently been stocked.

"He will need time? Lord Inquisitor Victus, I think I will need some time, too. Thank you food does sound good, though." He bowed to the Inquisitor. How does one act as a free man? Victus would be able to see a furrow in Alejac's brow in confusion.

"You ask me to tell you about me. To be honest, I don't know what to tell. I have been in the service of Mast- ummm Jilljan for most of my life. She bought me," Alejac grimaced at the word, "because I was Force sensitive. I think I'm 25 standard years old. I don't know who my parents were. I don't even know where I'm really from. It was a very green world, though."

Alejac picked up something green and put it into his mouth. It cruched and was slightly sweet, so he took a few more. "Took" more. That just felt strange. "Inquisitor, are you sure I don't need to ask permission to take this food? I had some food downstairs," Alejac blushed at admitting his crime, "that I think belonged to someone else."

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IC: Alejac
Oratory

He was on his hands and knees. His heart ached. Did I kill Jilljan or did Gildar? It felt so real. He so wanted to kill her, too. What she did, Alejac saw now, was so horrific, all because she had money. She had money and Gildar and Alejac didn't. Alejac was mutilated with a chip in his head by the same money.

Alejac felt sick. He wanted to sit. The closest place was the dais. He dared to move, crawling, scraping the brilliant shine of his boots on the duracrete floor.

While he crawled he looked up at Gildar. He did not want to arrest him any more. He wanted to leave this place. To get as far away from these Force users and their questionable morals as he could. He still recalled that fear someone placed in his head before the vision. Was it that damned woman?

He sat as gently as he could on the dais. It was a low step, so his knees were still raised to his chest. He put his head between his knees and his hands over his aching head. This day was just such an awful day he couldn't imagine it getting any worse.

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IC: Victus
Oratory

Victus nodded at the man’s statement, “Yes, you will need time too. Believe me I know.” Once Gildar was seated, the Echani sat next to him. “Firstly, call me Victus. The title is, at the moment not necessary between us. For the moment consider me just like you, a former slave. Because I am.” He took in a breath, and he listened to Gildar tell his story, and it was not unlike what Victus had expected. A similar start to his own, a different master, but Victus had gain agency over his future in his servitude. Gildar had not.

“I was born on Eshan, and taken before I even had a name. Much like you because I was Force sensitive.” Victus clasped his hands together and placed them on the table, eyes falling on them for a moment, as he gathered his thoughts. “My master was Palpatine. The Emperor. I was a child soldier, a pawn. Raised to be a Shadow Guard, a masked nameless assassin. Till he had no need for us. But I managed to have made myself useful, and gained some agency. I became an Inquisitor, when most of my other brothers were… cast aside. I was able to learn some of where I was from, some of... who I was originally meant to be.”


He watched as the younger man ate, and then expressed concern, and even guilt. “No, no you’re fine. I’ll vouch for you, not that I imagine the proprietors of this place will mind. They seem, very amenable.” Though he didn’t have an appetite, Victus also picked up what appeared to be a small snack cake, giving it a few bites. “I can’t make any promises, because the Empire was not great at record keeping in the fringe systems, and those of Jilljan’s ilk tended to be good at keeping things hidden, but I can try to help you find out more about where you came from. If you want to know.” There was no more Empire, no more Imperial Intelligence, but Victus still had assets, still had connections. He could try.

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IC: Gildar
Oratory

Gildar sat and listened to Victus. He munched the vegetables he had taken from the tray. At least he thought they were vegetables. He enjoyed just sitting and listening and talking. He enjoyed the surroundings, even the few stray (and hopefully harmless) birds that flew through this Oratory. The smell was so fresh and clean.

Then Victus said something that shook him to his core. He was offering to help Gildar find out about his past. His eyes went wide at the possibility. Was it even possible? If it was an official transaction noted on some register or ledger somwhere, maybe it would be.

"I'd... like that." Gildar had to put down his morsel of food for a moment. His eyes began to tear up at the thought of knowing something - anything - about his past. He picked up a napkin and held it to his eyes. "I'm sorry. Just the thought..."

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IC: Victus

“It won’t be easy.” Victus emphasized that fact. “We don't have much to go on and we won’t be able to do it here. The Holonet does not extend this far out, and to relay information would take far too long. So we would not be able to do so until we, you and I, have concluded both our business here. That is to say I will not rush you.” Placing the snack cake he had been working on back on the table he mused some thoughts.


“We would need to run genetics, since we know so little of your origin. Or we could return to where you were held, find Jilljan’s records, I’m more than positive that my people could find something. I could even send for them to do it while we are here… and free any others who remain. With,” and he emphasized this last part. “With as little bloodshed as necessary. There’s been enough of that. I would just need you, or Alejac, to tell me where my people need to look.”

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Kev-Mas Colcha
Decameron Alpha
Planet surface, Grey Sanctuary, Oratory
Destiny


Kev-Mas had been paying attention to the conversation his brother in arms was having with the escaped slave intently. Like Victus, he had also been a slave to the Emperor. Also like Gildar, he had been a slave in the more traditional sense, in his childhood growing up on the now devastated world of Mindor.

“I would like to assist in any way I can, if that would be acceptable,” interrupted Kev-Mas, speaking to the two beings collectively, “I too was a slave, twice actually. I know all too well the harsh realities of that life, as well as the struggles one has when they find freedom. I also have family I never knew, so I know that struggle as well.”

Kev-Mas thought for a moment, and then continued, turning his attention to Gildar specifically.

“Perhaps, I might be able to assist you with coming to terms with your newfound freedom. You may not realize this yet, but there are certain… psychological aspects that are quite difficult to adjust to. It’s something I haven’t fully grasped yet myself, but I do have experience with it and it would be helpful to the both of us if I were to help you.”

Most of the individuals gathered at the Oratory might find this show of compassion towards another being quite awkward, as Kev-Mas isn’t an individual used to such emotions. Practically his entire life he had acted out of hatred and malice, but the key distinguishing feature about that hatred and malice was that it was not his own. The hatred and malice he acted upon, that allowed him to do terrible things did not belong to him, but to the puppet master pulling his strings.

Now that the strings had been cut, he was starting to learn what life was like feeling his own emotions, rather than the overwhelming hate from his old master. These emotions of compassion towards one another did feel odd to him, as he hadn’t felt them since the day he decided to free himself, his mother, and countless other slaves from his masters on Mindor. Yet, he felt compelled to act upon them, for he could empathize with Gildar here. He knew what he was feeling as he felt the same way nearly 1 year ago, when he fled Imperial Center on the run from the Empire.

He knew what it was like to have your fate unbound without a clue of what to do, and he felt that it was his responsibility to assist anyone else who experienced the same. Perhaps now, he found his true purpose. The calling he was meant to have before his life fell under the control of another. Perhaps, his true calling was one of service. Not to an Empire, but to the people of the Galaxy.

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IC: Gildar
Oratory

Gildar sat with the two former Inquisitors for a few minutes. He understood that searching for his past would take a long while. He was even getting a bit less shellshocked about being free. A bit. It was good to sit and eat.

At one point, though, he turned around. There was Alejac, sitting on the dais, obviously disturbed. The tables had turned. When he should have been exstatic, he was, instead, concerned. A bit pitious, really. His crisp uniform was dusty and rumpled. His boots scuffed. He looked like Gildar felt when he came here.

Gildar felt for the man. He grabbed another plate. He placed a few vegetables and a cake or two on the plate. He excused himself from his... yes... friends. He got up and took the plate over to the former guard.

IC: Alejac

Alejac could only breathe. He couldn't even think. If he thought he would experience some part of the vision again. "How do they cope with this stuff?" he thought. It felt good to rock back and forth a bit. A bit like he was being rocked in a cradle.

Breathe. Examine the backside of his eyelids. The darkness helped. Center himself.

Then, well, he didn't have to be Force sensitive to know someone was standing nearby. He looked up. There was Gildar, his eyes a bit red, holding a plate.

IC: Alejac and Gildar

"What do you want, Force user? You want to invade my mind, too?"

"Why would I want to do that? It wouldn't help anything. You've obviously been through a lot. What that was, I don't even know." He offered the plate to Alejac.

"Wh- What's that for? You don't have to serve me."

"I don't have to. I want to."

Alejac searched Gildar's face. He'd been crying. But the sincerity in his face was undeniable. He took the plate and thanked Gildar. He still didn't like these people. The Gardener had invaded his mind. He'd been "given" a fearful emotion. And then there was that girl tripping him with the vine. He smirked. Actually, that seemed a bit funny to him now. But, he still wanted to get away from them and he would need some food in his stomach when he did.

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Grey Sanctuary
Oratory

For a brief moment, The Gardener listened and observed, as the force flowed within the room in all its subtle shades. As expected, some were more attuned and responsive than others, for so was the way of things when left to themselves.

Alejac, the self-appointed justiciar of the late slaver Jilljan, was left with much to consider after his experience. There was no doubt he would need some time to process the matters at hand. Still, Polmath wished to have a few words with the man soon.

As for Gildar, Polmath was pleased to see that cruelty had not fully driven the light of compassion out of the young man. Instead of bitterness, he showed kindness, and that of his own accord. A very rare gem indeed was now among them.

Kev Mas was finally reunited with his friend Lord Victus, which in itself, opened potential opportunities for both men. Which opportunities would they choose remained to be seen. Additionally, both Force Users demonstrated differing level of interest in Gildar’s welfare. Polmath made a mental note of this as well.

Polmath walked over to the two friends as he observed Gildar and Alejac interact. He spoke in soft tones, while he yet observed. Xaan was still close by.

“I’m glad to see you are feeling better, Kev Mas.”

The Gardener offered a curt nod, while refraining to speak further on the matter. There would be more than enough time for that later.

“And thank you for your intervention, Lord Victus. You are certainly a man full of surprises.”

The Gardener offered the Echani a curious glance followed by a sage nod.

Across from the trio, Leto, Galvan and Aicurn were still getting things sorted. The purple twi’lek spoke no basic, just her native tongue, which made things quite interesting.

"Cea tentacle ea ohk karnoyi rinkan san onhso."

“Oh? Is he now?” Galvan responded, looking now towards the Ebruchi who stuffed his face with a pastry. The zabrak felt Leto’s questioning glance and responded without looking.

“She says the Ebruchi creeps her out.” He informed easily.

The other arrivals did what they could to preoccupy themselves.

Icharis, though weary of two professed ‘Imperials’, simply prepared himself for any contingency in silence, while also availing himself of a quick bite to eat. A man with his past needed to think tactically in such situations.

Lassin had silently readied himself for conflict- and with good reason. The Force was strong here and quite responsive. A general ‘balance’ was restored by The Gardener, but for how long?

The Son of Dyspeth was as much as mystery as the very Sanctuary he now found himself in.

The Coruscanti Ex-Jedi, Julius, kept mostly to himself so far, opting to observe how things developed in this new environment. At the moment, it was Ezzuk’s table manners which held his attention as the ebruchi devoured his pastries, mouth tentacles writhing as he did so.

Ezzuk’s insatiable appetite was evident even to him. Still, he remained alert.

It was at this point that The Gardener moved back to his dias. The venerable Force User tapped his staff once, then lightly cleared his throat before addressing the gathered.

“Hark, friends, visitors and guests…”

The Grey force user looked to each one in turn as he spoke.

“What say we take a break from our unexpected journeys and rest before reconvening? We have guest rooms for one and all. Please see Galvan…” Polmath indicates the zabrak with his free hand. “…As he will assign you both a room and a remote guide to escort you to it. I will remain here to address any and all other concerns. Let us proceed as the Force Wills.”

More officious introductions could certainly wait, as getting everyone settled-in had become an apparent priority.

While Galvan nodded at The Gardener and prepared for any inquiries, Polmath took a few steps which led him to stand next to the ebruchi.

“They are good, are they not?” He inquired amiably, standing close enough not to invade Ezzuk’s personal space.

Xaan did not move from her spot, simply deciding to keep her eyes on the proceedings.


Tag: Mikaboshi, Kev-Mas_Colcha, The Vanguard, Kahn_Iceay, DarthIshyZ, Darth_Elu, Mitth_Fisto, Darth Master Titus, Sinrebirth

OOC: A profound thank you to everyone, for your patience and continued participation. Ready to get this show back on track!

 

Ezzuk
Oratory

As the words were spoken about them all going about their ways to quarters that would be prepared for them, Ezzuk was somewhat surprised by the 'Gardener' stepping over towards himself. Not only that but speaking to him as well, with a rather foolish comment.

“They are good, are they not?” He inquired amiably, standing close enough not to invade Ezzuk’s personal space.

Pausing which left his writhing tentacles hanging motionless in mid air, many still holding the desiccated remains of the latest pastry to be felled by them, "They are like sweet air. They inflame the senses a little, yet leave merely a condensation to sate the appetite." shaking his head he scatter many crumbs as he looked about and back to the Gardener, he felt somewhat compelled to say something, yet this one was the leader? How could he? Yet if days continued like today he would have no choice, either an explanation after or one now felt like his two choices. "My hunger would not bother me so if not the feeling of pain and suffering that has suffused this area. It is enough that it almost reminds me of my cabin mother, would only need a feeling of betrayal and I would be four. . .no three years of age. She used to make me bone bread every week as a babe, tending me at my parents command. Then one week she became too weak to make bone bread. Old or sick I do not remember." he simply hissed the last, "They tied her down, slit her calf when I was very hungry and crying for bone bread and cracked her Tibia. Guided my hungry mouth to the feast, it was my first adult meal. Her body fed my family for weeks, and her marrow was to bone bread as her flesh to this pastry. Beyond compare, beyond filling. She died that second day. I didn't know how to be careful of arteries or veins in my hunger, I was just a youngling you know." He stated the last with a guilty wave of a hand, embarrassed that he had not known better to draw out the life of his food at such a young age.

Dropping what was left of the pastry on the small plate he set it aside. "Have you any proper food here? I truly wish to learn, yet I will need more than pastries if you keep sounding the call for feasting and offer only this. I have some stores on my ship, although I would rather not finish the dried meat nor my cabin girl yet. Waste not, want not you know and they would hardly last me a month in these conditions this introduction has brought to bear."

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Grey Sanctuary
Oratory

Patiently, The Gardener listened to Ezzuk, calmly taking in what the ebruchi shared. Sustenance was a major part of all living beings, but few realized that they were slaves to their primal need for consumption. It was a need that could too easily be used to turn kin against one another, and far worse.

If the ebruchi shared such an opinion, Polmath did not know. Such themes could be brushed upon later, should all proceed well.

Green eyes regarded Ezzuk steadily, with frank interest even and flinched not, as the ebruchi described his first adult meal. It would be no different if he were speaking of newly budding seeds in a garden.

“Have you any proper food here?” Came the question from Ezzuk, in addition to a few important details.

“I was not made aware of your dietary predilections…” Polmath began, after offering a nod of new understanding. “Please inform the serving droids of the type of meal you prefer and it shall be brought to you. There is no need to deplete your stores, for you will certainly need them. Also, should you prefer to hunt at any time, that too can be arranged.”

Polmath motioned for one of the serving droids to approach.

“You have a new life here, Ezzuk. You are free to be more than what you once were, but the freedom offered here also transfers to your ‘cabin girl’. Set her free as you are now free. Unless you wish to make some kind of arrangement- for I am willing to discuss conditions.”

As was his custom, The Gardener offered a genial bow of his had and an easy smile.

“Now, please speak your meal request to the serving droid. I have little doubt you might find it enjoyable.”

Polmath half turned, sensing that his attention was needed nearby -yet he did not depart Ezzuk’s side immediately, in case the ebruchi had anything else to add. His eyes however, furtively met dichromatic ones for a brief and silent exchange.


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IC: Victus
Oratory

Victus acknowledged the gardener and his recognition but his mind was now elsewhere. Gildar had proven to have his own strength, and had now chosen to help a man who had in some way be responsible for his own suffering, an act of kindness that would show well to the former slaves character. Victus' mind was not on that however. As others moved about, discussing food, discussing sleeping arrangements, or simply conversing among themselves, Victus' mind fell to his friend that now stood beside him. Without a word Victus reached out, took Kev-Mas' arm in hand, pushing back the sleeves of his robe to reveal the mark that he had mentioned earlier. "Sidious..."

Placing his other hand on the mark Victus took in a breath and focused his mind. He let the world fall away from him, pushing away the distractions, the noise till all in his focus was simply him, and Kev-Mas. And they were not alone. As he stood there, mind focused on the cloud of darkness he felt buried deep within Kev-Mas' skin he did not notice his own vision cloud. If Kev-Mas watched, he'd see his friends eyes go unfocused, his eyes darken, go murky as a yellow twinge began to fill them from the outside in. "Power." The word echoed through Victus' mind, shaking him to the core and causing him to take a shaky breath. "Give me more power..."

Reality snapped back, and Victus quickly withdrew his hand from the mark. The darkness around his vision cleared and the feeling that he was being drained began to fade. "He... would have the last laugh... even in death..." Victus was aware of rumors that had been passed along the Inquisitorius, that Palpatine had perfected a means to defy death. To transfer all that he was into another's form. If true, then it would explain this. "I feel as though this mark was meant to bind you to Palpatine in more ways than just his will. I would ask of you, to keep using the Way of the Small to hide yourself, for now." If his fears were true, and an essence of Palpatine remained in this galaxy, then Kev-Mas was at constant risk of being taken over. "I will need to do some research."

Galvan, it had been the Zabrak that the Gardener had pointed out to him as a means to find sleeping arrangements, that perhaps meant they could also help one find other things. Stepping away from Kev-Mas he made his way towards the Zabrak, and begged his attention. "Pardon me, Glavan, but I must ask some thing of you, and this place. I would assume you have a Library... I would like to make use of it."

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IC: Icharis
Oratory

The day was winding down, and Icharis' stomach was pacified for the time being. His mind was still on edge about the Imperials, but after all he had heard and seen, on top of nothing to report from Q, he concluded they weren't active threats.

Still, he would keep an eye (and ear) out for any trouble, which included tentacle mouth.

“What say we take a break from our unexpected journeys and rest before reconvening? We have guest rooms for one and all. Please see Galvan…” Polmath indicates the zabrak with his free hand. “…As he will assign you both a room and a remote guide to escort you to it. I will remain here to address any and all other concerns. Let us proceed as the Force Wills.”

Room assignments?? They better not stick me with the Ebruchi!

Icharis approached Galvan within earshot of the others, "Hey, you got any rooms with a nice view? Also, are there any restricted areas we aren't allowed to poke around in? I've been itching to explore this place a bit more.."

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Kev-Mas Colcha
Decameron Alpha
Planet surface, Grey Sanctuary, Oratory

Reign of Terror

Kev-Mas noticed as his Victus reached out and took his arm in hand, pushing back the sleeves of his robe to reveal the mark that had been troubling him. Knowing what he was up to, he did not object, and instead paid close attention to his brother in arms.

Victus placed his other hand on his mark, and soon after Kev-Mas noticed Victus’ eyes darken and go unfocused, and a yellow twinge began to fill them from the outside in. His friend took a shaky breath, and then suddenly Kev-Mas was removed from reality.

Reality snapped back, and Kev-Mas noticed as Victus quickly withdrew his hand from the mark. “He…” began the former Inquisitor, “Would have the last laugh… even in death…”

“I feel as though this mark was meant to bind you to Palpatine in more ways than just his will. I would ask of you to keep using the Art of the Small to hide yourself, for now. I will need to do some more research.”

Kev-Mas knew exactly what Victus was hinting at. Since his will was replaced with the will of the Emperor’s during the duration of his rule, he was privy to many secrets that only the Emperor had known. One of those secrets, was that he had mastered the art of essence transfer.

A cold shiver was sent down his spine as he realized the gravity of the situation. The pain inflicted by his mark was more severe when he was practicing the art of the small, but he knew all too well that it was a pain he would have to endure, for the pain that would come if he were to relent would be all the more terrible. The idea of his body becoming a vessel for Palpatine’s spirit to inhabit, casting out his own spirit in the process was most terrifying, even more so than the idea of his will being bound to him again.

“I agree,” nodded Kev-Mas in reply, “Palpatine had mastered the art of essence transfer. I will do what I must to prevent him from using it against me.

Just then, Kev-Mas’ attention was diverted as The Gardener tapped his staff once and cleared his throat.

“Hark, friends, visitors and guests…” he said as he looked to everyone gathered in the Oratory.

“What say we take a break from our unexpected journeys and rest before reconvening? We have guest rooms for one and all. Please see Galvan…” said Polmath, using his free hand to point out a Zabrak with a repulsor arm, “…As he will assign you both a room and a remote guide to escort you to it. I will remain here to address any and all other concerns. Let us proceed as the Force wills.”

After he did so, Kev-Mas noticed Victus step away and walk towards the Zabrak, and as Kev-Mas followed to inquire about his room and remote guide he could hear Victus inquiring about a Library.

“Forgive the interruption,” said Kev-Mas with a bow, “Just here to inquire about my living arrangements. It’s been a busy day and my mind needs some rest.”

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Leto
Oratory, Decameron Alpha

“Oh? Is he now?” Galvan responded, the zabrak felt Leto’s questioning glance and responded without looking.

“She says the Ebruchi creeps her out.” He informed easily, Leto nodded in agreement.

The Gardener announced to all that it seemed appropriate to allow some time for rest, some had just completed a long journey and could benefit from being allowed to settle into their rooms and have a few moments to process the events of this day so far.

The day had indeed been full of surprises, the call of the Grey had been heard by a very diverse group of beings from all parts of the galaxy. Leto was sure that even more would arrive, given time, but for now this was a most impressive gathering of Force sensitive beings.

He wondered at what other surprised would come, surely Polmath had not yet revealed even a fraction of what he knew, and that intrigued the Gurlanin greatly. Something was different about Decameron Alpha, once one spent a bit of time here it was easy to feel. Though he knew not what the future held, Leto trusted that this is where the Force wanted him to be.

He looked down to the Twi'lek and smiled, he stood and offered her his hand to help her up.

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IC: Ezzuk
Grey Sanctuary
Oratory

Patiently, The Gardener listened to Ezzuk, calmly taking in what the ebruchi shared. This was a good sign, a sign that had emboldened the Ebruchi to share more of what he knew might be needed known, to explain his desires and innate self.

Green eyes regarded Ezzuk steadily, with frank interest even and flinched not, as the ebruchi described his first adult meal. It calmed Ezzuk's concerns and worry at what he had heard so far and put him more at ease. Slow to boil over was the sign of a good leader and a better teacher.

“Have you any proper food here?” Came the question from Ezzuk, in addition to a few important details.

“I was not made aware of your dietary predilections…” Polmath began, after offering a nod of new understanding. “Please inform the serving droids of the type of meal you prefer and it shall be brought to you. There is no need to deplete your stores, for you will certainly need them. Also, should you prefer to hunt at any time, that too can be arranged.”

Polmath motioned for one of the serving droids to approach. Ezzuk nodded in thanks. Already he was curious what he could get away with ordering, perhaps a nice leg of human? Those were always a nice if infrequent treat.

“You have a new life here, Ezzuk. You are free to be more than what you once were, but the freedom offered here also transfers to your ‘cabin girl’. Set her free as you are now free. Unless you wish to make some kind of arrangement- for I am willing to discuss conditions.”

As was his custom, The Gardener offered a genial bow of his had and an easy smile.

Shifting from foot to food his mouth tentacles wrung themselves profusely as he tried to think, this sudden turn from delightful meals and easy beginnings to suddenly freeing his cabin girl was a thing he had begun to no longer expect to happen. Still he had had the notion before he had been lulled into a false sense of complacency.

“Now, please speak your meal request to the serving droid. I have little doubt you might find it enjoyable.”

Polmath half turned, sensing that his attention was needed nearby -yet he did not depart Ezzuk’s side immediately, in case the ebruchi had anything else to add. His eyes however, furtively met dichromatic ones for a brief and silent exchange.

"I will take a bowl of singed worms, sauteed with whatever is fresh and in season. A double flagon of ale and a rare leg of whatever the local fare is." he simply stated to the droid with a negligent wave of slender fingers before turning back toward the Gardener, following his eyes he knew he was about to truly set out onto thin ground. "Very well, she may be free while here. Like me she will be free but still have light duties to the ship. If you can train her to be useful enough and strong enough to pass as Ebruchi she shall be marked by me and free elsewhere as well. Otherwise you exchange one service for another in a much more hostile environment that binds." Of course here he merely meant the open air outside, still he did not feel the need to elaborate.

"If you cannot, then when I leave to not return, whenever that may be she will go with me. Either to continue the service she chose, or she may be replaced with full hold of provisions and equipment." here he paused sucking in a noisy hiss of air as he leaned into the Gardener's space.

"If you can make her Ebruchi. Then you are truly whom I seek. You just might be able to truly change me as well. We all choose our destinations in life, we don't always make it. I hope you can guide us both there." With that he backed away to await his order.


Tag: greyjedi125, @All others who might listen in.

 

Grey Sanctuary
Oratory

After Ezzuk’s words, The Gardener took a moment to fully face the ebruchi and offered him a sincere nod of his head.

“Then she shall become worthy to be Ebruchi and perhaps more. I have yet to know of a slave who favored servitude over freedom.”

Polmath seemed to want to say more, but did not at the moment. He simply traded places with the serving droid.

[ ‘Your order shall be served shortly, sir: Singed Manokha Lake worms, sautéed in freshly made wasabashi. A double flagon of Corellian Ale and a full portion of Venaad Leg, rare. Consider the antlers a complimentary gift.’]

For Ezzuk’s benefit, the serving droid projected a holo-image of the dish from a lens aperture, just over its right chest plate.

[‘We hope you find it to your satisfaction.’]

Polmath did sense and observed Victus dealing with the Sith Sigil that Kev Mas bore, but only momentarily. He would need to speak with the Echani Leader before the day was done. There were important matters to discuss.

Nearby, Galvan was suddenly beset by rooming questions, which was expected after the announcement.

The cyborg, Icharis did not hesitate to approach.

"Hey, you got any rooms with a nice view? Also, are there any restricted areas we aren't allowed to poke around in? I've been itching to explore this place a bit more.."

The zabrak winced slightly, but quickly recovered.

“Please, call me Galvan.” He instructed. “Yes, we do have rooms with views. You could face the Outer Grey Gardens, Artemis Forest itself, or even Nexus Peak. We could even set-up a holo-view of your choice. Do let us know.”

The zabrak smiled then, pleased to oblige in the matter, but then his tone changed, as it was suffused with warning.

“There are restricted areas and they are marked as such. I strongly advise you to heed the warning signs. Trespassing here would be a grievous mistake.”

Galvan shook his head lightly and sighed, yet did not remain in that moment.

“Feel free to explore, and to that end I can even assign you a flying remote as a guide.”

Galvan’s eyes lit up, expecting the cyborg to agree. It was good to have someone else with cybernetic prosthetics around aside from himself. But before Icharis could answer, another voice was heard.

"Pardon me, Glavan, but I must ask some thing of you, and this place. I would assume you have a Library... I would like to make use of it."

Victus stepped up, already fielding his question as man who was used to being a leader would. Galvan nodded to the recently arrived man in acknowledgement before answering.

“Indeed, we do have a library. I’ll have one of my remotes lead you there. It’s quite an extensive chamber.” the zabrak informed. “Lector Ghamal is already there.”

With that, the remote hovering over Galvan’s left shoulder smoothly moved over to float over Victus. In that same instance, Kev Mas took opportunity to make his request known.

“Forgive the interruption. Just here to inquire about my living arrangements. It’s been a busy day and my mind needs some rest.”

Galvan nodded as he could not agree more.

“After that episode in the Pool of Reflection, I can only imagine you would. I’m pleased you seem alright at least.”

“Are there any particular features you would like in your room?”

The zabrak looked to each of the men before him, feeling quite comfortable fielding the multiple inquiries fielded his way.


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