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revivalproject2019-11-08 04:04 pm
kallig) wrote in revivalproject2019-11-08 04:04 pm
Open Log [2]
WHO: Altair Kallig & You
WHERE: Greenhouse, various other areas, hotel
WHAT: Work, play, and exploration!
WHEN: Nov 6 - Nov 8
WARNINGS: None! Will update if this changes.
[Greenhouse (Nov 6)]
He wouldn't go so far as to call it his favorite place, but tending to the greenhouse has become somewhat of a standard activity for him. Tending to his alcohol project, which he's decided to continue, as there had been truth in what he'd said, that where there were sentient beings, there were beings looking to have a good time and relax with a drink. What he'd shared with Eli and Thrawn was certainly passable, wouldn't get you in trouble in slave settlements or even on Korriban, but he was determined to at least make something that would be accepted even on Dromund Kaas.
If only in the seedier cantinas, rather than the Nexus Room. Not even the poorest of the Kaas City elite would accept a drink that didn't come from a bottle with a brand name on it, after all, even if it should taste better, and only the elite were accepted there.
Honestly, the work made him miss his home.
Dromund Kaas had been rainy and hot and miserable with lightning that could completely obliterate a person had it not been for the spires, but he had loved it. The Sith playing their games, the politics, the interesting intricate webs of lies that had been so fun to observe, to see where they'd go.
Sighing to himself, he pruned back yet more weeds trying to overtake one of his favorite plants, small with pink leaves, with berries that tasted as sweet as candy, and yet somehow had a cooling effect when eating too, as though they were frozen. This was enjoyable work, but also left him with a lot of time to think.
But then, that was the truth of all of his time here- whenever he was alone, at least.
[Exploration (Nov 7)]
Trekking across unfamiliar lands is something he's used to, too. As an apprentice, he'd been sent across the galaxy. He'd set foot on Balmorra, on Tatooine, Nar Shaddaa... As a Lord, he'd traveled even further. Taris, Quesh, Hoth, and many other places. Still, there is something more unsettling about this place. Even more unsettling than the blighted Taris, even with all its Rakghouls.
Calling it similar to what he'd felt as Ziost died came close.
Like something entirely wrong in the Force.
Of course, that could just be the effects of Ziost, following him even here.
Still, it is important to explore. A Sith like him who thrived on information couldn't be ignorant of his surroundings, after all.
So he wanders, veil in place, though as he stops here and there, writing down notes in the notebook he'd been oh-so kindly given, he does wish he had some goggles or something, so he wouldn't have to keep the notebook so close to his body to glance down from beneath his veil.
Something to ask the Agrii for, at some point. Assuming he can get them to understand. Assuming they don't give him something entirely garish if they do understand.
[Hotel (Nov 8)]
The hotel seems a risky place to be, at the same time as it is technically the safest, considering the amount of people that seems to be gathered there. Technically, Altair does very little in the hotel. He's found himself a room that he's managed to get mostly cleaned up. At least enough to make it habitable, even if it more or less is only to sleep.
He's managed to find himself something to block the door with too, when he's off in dreamland, and he's set up something like an alarm system that will warn him of intruders, though it's simple- only a light item that will break if it falls, set up so that if someone manages to get the door open, he'll be alerted and can take appropriate action.
After their forced bonding time in the ships, he has taken to sleeping clutching his dualsaber like a security blanket, not wanting to find himself accidentally separated from his weapon.
Still, when he's not in his room, he can most often be found in the lobby or sitting near the wall on the stairs, and now that he has the materials to do so, he spends his time working on a needlepoint project.
Glancing down beneath his veil to see what he's doing.
Hardly convenient, but he's not ready to give up the veil either.
WHERE: Greenhouse, various other areas, hotel
WHAT: Work, play, and exploration!
WHEN: Nov 6 - Nov 8
WARNINGS: None! Will update if this changes.
[Greenhouse (Nov 6)]
He wouldn't go so far as to call it his favorite place, but tending to the greenhouse has become somewhat of a standard activity for him. Tending to his alcohol project, which he's decided to continue, as there had been truth in what he'd said, that where there were sentient beings, there were beings looking to have a good time and relax with a drink. What he'd shared with Eli and Thrawn was certainly passable, wouldn't get you in trouble in slave settlements or even on Korriban, but he was determined to at least make something that would be accepted even on Dromund Kaas.
If only in the seedier cantinas, rather than the Nexus Room. Not even the poorest of the Kaas City elite would accept a drink that didn't come from a bottle with a brand name on it, after all, even if it should taste better, and only the elite were accepted there.
Honestly, the work made him miss his home.
Dromund Kaas had been rainy and hot and miserable with lightning that could completely obliterate a person had it not been for the spires, but he had loved it. The Sith playing their games, the politics, the interesting intricate webs of lies that had been so fun to observe, to see where they'd go.
Sighing to himself, he pruned back yet more weeds trying to overtake one of his favorite plants, small with pink leaves, with berries that tasted as sweet as candy, and yet somehow had a cooling effect when eating too, as though they were frozen. This was enjoyable work, but also left him with a lot of time to think.
But then, that was the truth of all of his time here- whenever he was alone, at least.
[Exploration (Nov 7)]
Trekking across unfamiliar lands is something he's used to, too. As an apprentice, he'd been sent across the galaxy. He'd set foot on Balmorra, on Tatooine, Nar Shaddaa... As a Lord, he'd traveled even further. Taris, Quesh, Hoth, and many other places. Still, there is something more unsettling about this place. Even more unsettling than the blighted Taris, even with all its Rakghouls.
Calling it similar to what he'd felt as Ziost died came close.
Like something entirely wrong in the Force.
Of course, that could just be the effects of Ziost, following him even here.
Still, it is important to explore. A Sith like him who thrived on information couldn't be ignorant of his surroundings, after all.
So he wanders, veil in place, though as he stops here and there, writing down notes in the notebook he'd been oh-so kindly given, he does wish he had some goggles or something, so he wouldn't have to keep the notebook so close to his body to glance down from beneath his veil.
Something to ask the Agrii for, at some point. Assuming he can get them to understand. Assuming they don't give him something entirely garish if they do understand.
[Hotel (Nov 8)]
The hotel seems a risky place to be, at the same time as it is technically the safest, considering the amount of people that seems to be gathered there. Technically, Altair does very little in the hotel. He's found himself a room that he's managed to get mostly cleaned up. At least enough to make it habitable, even if it more or less is only to sleep.
He's managed to find himself something to block the door with too, when he's off in dreamland, and he's set up something like an alarm system that will warn him of intruders, though it's simple- only a light item that will break if it falls, set up so that if someone manages to get the door open, he'll be alerted and can take appropriate action.
After their forced bonding time in the ships, he has taken to sleeping clutching his dualsaber like a security blanket, not wanting to find himself accidentally separated from his weapon.
Still, when he's not in his room, he can most often be found in the lobby or sitting near the wall on the stairs, and now that he has the materials to do so, he spends his time working on a needlepoint project.
Glancing down beneath his veil to see what he's doing.
Hardly convenient, but he's not ready to give up the veil either.
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Had he been from the same time period, Altair would have heard of it. Had he been from the past, he would also know, as digging up the Empire's past and lost knowledge is his work. Even if it should be a hidden Order in his time or something, he would have known- after all, his accent sounds Imperial, and even secret Orders tended to not stay hidden for long in the Sith Empire. After all, the Order of Revan had been rooted out and eliminated.
And others, before that.
"My name is Kallig. Back home I am known as Darth Nox, Dark Lord of the Council. Here, I am only myself."
However frightening being only himself is.
"It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Hux. And Millicent, as well," He says, tilting his head toward where he can sense the cat, before turning his head back toward Hux.
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It is a pleasure as well, Kallig." Hux replied with a nod. Even though he was still rather tense, he wasn't as wary. Sith still made him anxious, but he could sense that he wouldn't be a problem. He fought against that fear.
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Regardless of it being his Empire, or another, it's disheartening to know that something with so much potential ultimately fails. Strong, sane, rational leadership is apparently very hard to come by. Not like he didn't know that, but getting it hammered home sort of stings.
Instead of lingering on it, he turns his head back toward where he can sense Millicent, and tips his head slightly toward her, "Is she friendly?"
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"Her name is Millicent, Milli for short. She has a friendly disposition."
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"You two seem pretty in tune with each other. Have you had her long?"
It was a neutral enough topic for conversation, still. And honestly, he's always wished for a pet of his own. A Sith's life was far too busy, though. Not to mention dangerous. He wouldn't want to expose an animal to that kind of life.
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"I received her almost a year ago? I'm not exactly sure as how time is recorded. So I could be entirely wrong. She is the first living being I had to properly care for outside military standards. It's been a lot of trial and error. She also have two other caretakers who have taken up her care when I had was sent back home. She unfortunately was unable to go with me. I had been surprised to see her here when I arrived here."
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"I see."
He's been told a little about the place some had been before arriving here. And understands that it all makes time a difficult thing to tell.
"I owned a Kybuck, back home. Not as a pet, though. My crew just didn't like the idea of me on a speeder."
Altair supposed they couldn't be blamed for that.
"Beyond that, a Sith's life rarely lends itself well to taking care of pets. I'm glad she showed up again for you here- companionship is important, after all."
He couldn't deny that he was feeling a bit lonely, himself.