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revivalproject2019-11-17 04:33 am
kallig) wrote in revivalproject2019-11-17 04:33 am
Open Log [3]
WHO: Altair Kallig & You
WHERE: The beach, the caves
WHAT: Of course he'd be curious enough to set off on his own...
WHEN: Saturday & Sunday
WARNINGS: None! Will update if that changes
[Ocean (Saturday)]
He'd warned against it, searching for the ocean alone. But now that there's a neat and handy path right to it, he'd gone himself, standing by the seashore, the water washing up over his boots.
It was a huge advantage, even if waking up to out of control mint had been more than a small surprise. More an advantage than anything else, in the end, as the creatures that had come would be a good resource as the weather grew colder. Not as good of a resource as the ocean, though.
It was a source of food, but also a source of salt, which could be used for many different things.
All he needed to figure out of was how to extract it.
He supposed that for now he'd only be happy that they had access and that they wouldn't need to set off on any possibly precarious journey to find it.
[Caves (Sunday)]
The noises were unsettling to say the least.
Walking through them, even worse. Like an awful feedback through the Force, where the very air felt like it was electrically charged, messing with his senses. Not to mention what it was doing to his lightsaber, the red crystal inside feeling as though it was screaming more than usual, howling out in pain, and the metal of it felt somewhat hotter against his back than usual, though not unbearable.
Still, he managed to ignore it all- making his way deeper into the caves, more out of curiosity than anything else. After all, he was an archaeologist at heart, and this was not too different from going through haunted ruins or the caves on Yavin 4.
If anything it felt similar to the Dark Temple on Dromund Kaas, really, with its ghosts and chaos.
Possibly dangerous, but his curiosity overshadowed anything else.
[Deep caves (Late Sunday)]
He'd found the hot springs, and committed their location to memory, though he'd moved on, figuring he'd come back once it was less likely that people would be exploring.
Then he'd found the one with what he could only assume were Agrii relics of some sort, had set his things down- except his dualsaber on his back- and done the reasonable thing; set about searching through everything he could find. He didn't have his tools here, he could dig and scrape through anything by hand.
Altair had very little concern for what it might look like to anyone else to find him down on his knees, focused on finding anything and everything of interest.
He'd had to pull his veil off- it was difficult to tell what things were with it on, after all- so he was listening and keeping alert for anyone else's approach, ready to pull it back on at a moment's notice. There weren't too many from his world around, so far as he was aware. And he was the only one from his time. So there wasn't too much he needed to worry about if he thought about it logically.
But fear was hardly a logical thing.
WHERE: The beach, the caves
WHAT: Of course he'd be curious enough to set off on his own...
WHEN: Saturday & Sunday
WARNINGS: None! Will update if that changes
[Ocean (Saturday)]
He'd warned against it, searching for the ocean alone. But now that there's a neat and handy path right to it, he'd gone himself, standing by the seashore, the water washing up over his boots.
It was a huge advantage, even if waking up to out of control mint had been more than a small surprise. More an advantage than anything else, in the end, as the creatures that had come would be a good resource as the weather grew colder. Not as good of a resource as the ocean, though.
It was a source of food, but also a source of salt, which could be used for many different things.
All he needed to figure out of was how to extract it.
He supposed that for now he'd only be happy that they had access and that they wouldn't need to set off on any possibly precarious journey to find it.
[Caves (Sunday)]
The noises were unsettling to say the least.
Walking through them, even worse. Like an awful feedback through the Force, where the very air felt like it was electrically charged, messing with his senses. Not to mention what it was doing to his lightsaber, the red crystal inside feeling as though it was screaming more than usual, howling out in pain, and the metal of it felt somewhat hotter against his back than usual, though not unbearable.
Still, he managed to ignore it all- making his way deeper into the caves, more out of curiosity than anything else. After all, he was an archaeologist at heart, and this was not too different from going through haunted ruins or the caves on Yavin 4.
If anything it felt similar to the Dark Temple on Dromund Kaas, really, with its ghosts and chaos.
Possibly dangerous, but his curiosity overshadowed anything else.
[Deep caves (Late Sunday)]
He'd found the hot springs, and committed their location to memory, though he'd moved on, figuring he'd come back once it was less likely that people would be exploring.
Then he'd found the one with what he could only assume were Agrii relics of some sort, had set his things down- except his dualsaber on his back- and done the reasonable thing; set about searching through everything he could find. He didn't have his tools here, he could dig and scrape through anything by hand.
Altair had very little concern for what it might look like to anyone else to find him down on his knees, focused on finding anything and everything of interest.
He'd had to pull his veil off- it was difficult to tell what things were with it on, after all- so he was listening and keeping alert for anyone else's approach, ready to pull it back on at a moment's notice. There weren't too many from his world around, so far as he was aware. And he was the only one from his time. So there wasn't too much he needed to worry about if he thought about it logically.
But fear was hardly a logical thing.
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Eli frowned a bit when Altair made the comment about the slave settlement. He knew Altair had been a slave, but he still hated that fact. He wished that his friend wasn't raised in such condition or anyone had to go through that.
"Well, then I'm inviting you over to dinner and I'll prepare a big meal for all of us. Hopefully with the fish. As for the salt...that would be rather handy. We really don't have the equipment to properly gather it though..."
He kicked at the sand in frustration. He was trying to stay on the more hopeful path but every time they had sources at their hands something came up that made it difficult.
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To Altair, it was just his past.
Instead of dwelling on it, he offered an awkward smile and focused on something much more pleasant, "Try to not make it too big of a meal. I don't often eat, but when I do, I prefer smaller portions."
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Eli explained in a more cheerful manner. This was a more cheerful subject matter and something better to concentrate on. He was grateful for the subject change.
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Altair assumed Eli was talking about Thrawn, and from what little he'd seen or- heard, really, the man seemed to value efficiency. That could be his knowledge of the Chiss coloring his view, but no species functioned optimally on an empty stomach, and most Chiss he'd interacted with were efficient people. Or had seemed that way, at least.
"I'm not overly familiar with the Chiss, but most I've met have seemed very... Balanced, I suppose."
Not that he thought there was anything like a standard personality among a sentient species, but culture did count for a lot. Of course, he was an example of a very unusual Chiss himself. Not that anyone but him knew that here, as he was going to keep playing at being Pantoran for as long as he possibly could.
"At least I assume that's who you're talking about."
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"It's more or less he pushes it aside so he can get what ever project he's working on done. Or what ever is holding his attention. Even little reminders on his data pad didn't work. He just ignored them. I've had to remove the data pad from him and put the tray of food in his work area to get his attention.
A lot of the Chiss I've met tend to get hyper focused on their projects. But I suppose it could be a military thing too. I can be that way at times."
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Still, he figured all beings were like that at times.
He was no typical Chiss, after all. Nothing at all like them. So far removed that the only thing he had in common with those who should be his people was merely his species itself. After all, had he been a typical Chiss, he wouldn't be so easily mistaken for Pantoran, he thought. Had he been a proper Chiss, he wouldn't have been able to hide it.
Chiss were very particular, after all.
"... I see," He said, somewhat belatedly, "I see... Your dedication to providing for people you care for is admirable, Eli."
Better to focus on that, he decided.
"I think I've said this before too though- do take care to not run yourself into the ground either. No use wearing yourself out. Or injuring yourself," He said, just a little pointedly. After all, it was worrisome that he'd try so hard to make a spear to catch fish with that he bruised his knuckles.
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I'm so used to being independent on those terms. I know that the military taught us to be self sufficient and to work as a team, but at the same time old habits are hard to change."
He gave a sheepish grin in Altair's direction. He knew that Altair was referring to how he hurt himself in the process of trying to be able to fish.
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It was something to consider, certainly. Fishing would help as well, but they can't get through the winter by eating fish alone. And it's easy enough to accomplish things in the greenhouse by help of the Data Point, and just actively working to care for the many plants there. Of course, many people already spent their time there.
"Beyond that, I think I saw a data point near what I can only assume is a hospital. Should it contain knowledge of how to treat illnesses and injuries, I'm certain there will be use for that, as well. Sooner or later someone here will get themselves hurt, I'm sure."
He had no doubts that the reigning peace would not last.
"Not that I don't understand your frustrations. In a place where you're surrounded by strangers, relying on others is an exercise in trust. Still, you should rely on Thrawn at least. And you may always come to me, should you need help as well."
As a somewhat snarky afterthought, he added, "However unwise it is to place one's faith in a Sith."
That was a joke.
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He couldn't help but smirk at Altair's last statement. "If I try to blend in with everyone that's when you need to really worry about me. I'll always stand out in my choices."
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There was a hint of sarcasm in there, but he was mostly serious. It took a strong stomach and iron will to be able to heal the wounded and the sick. Altair was good at defending others. He was good at being a sympathetic ear. He was not good at tending to injuries, disease. He could barely see to his own physical and mental well-being on most days.
A thoughtful hum then, "Your help would be welcome."
Another beat, before he adds, "Take care should any Sith besides myself show, however. Not all Sith have my sunny disposition. Not even the rational ones."
Part jest, part seriousness. Sith are volatile creatures by nature.
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Eli gave a nod. While he noted the jest he also saw the warning behind it as well. He was familiar with the stories of Darth Vader. And knew that not everyone would be like Altair. He was just lucky in a sense.
"We have Darth Vader at home who wants to strangle everyone who displeases or angers him. I understand completely."
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He reached up to give his veil a tap for emphasis.
"And those kinds of Sith are not the worst there are. At least they can be adjusted for. A Sith can be as friendly as anyone, and still see your life as inconsequential. There are Sith who will treat you as a friend, and still see you as a stepping stone at best, an insect at worst. But with any luck, the worst of us Sith will not show up here."
He realized that he was giving Eli rather a lot of reasons to run for the hills. But he'd rather be abandoned himself, than possibly let his new friend be played for a fool should a Sith unlike himself show up.
"Deception is a Sith's stock and trade. I do not doubt your intellect, but even I have been played for a fool, even when I should have known better."
A pause then, and he crossed his arms, turning his head to the side as though looking away from him, "That was preachy, wasn't it. I apologize."
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I'm usually very aware of my surroundings and read into what people say and do thanks to Thrawn's teachings. I tend to surprise them more then they surprise me.
Having been Thrawn's aide I tend to be considered an 'easy' target to get to him. I always have to be on my guard. But I also make mistakes as well. " Eli simply explained.
"I'm not going to ask what the purpose of the veil is....but I just wanted to point out that you don't have to hide around me? Your secret is safe with me."
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Altair knew very well the sort of people that populated most of the Sith Order. Imperials had it hard, had to manage politics. Sith on the other hand, made their living making the decisions that decided whether some lived or died.
And usually how quickly said someone got from point a to point b.
Not only that, they lived their lives carefully maneuvering around other Sith, making deception all they knew.
"Had I thought you stupid, we would not be talking right now. I do not suffer fools, so I know you are not one."
That was a compliment.
As for the matter of his veil, when Eli brought it up, there was a reflexive flinch and he jerked back a little, a crackle of electricity running along his hands, before he got it under control, "If I wanted to hide, I think I could find better places to do so than under a veil."
He was absolutely hiding.
"But as you're not asking what the purpose is, I'll pretend that you didn't even mention it."
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He didn't say anymore on the topic.
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"Thank you for trying to comfort me, Eli. But you needn't be so concerned. Fear is useful to a Sith."
Fear kept a Sith alive. Fear made him powerful. Even though there were parts of himself he was trying to change, to not rely on dread so much, some habits were bound to remain. Fear wasn't so useful at the moment, but he was sure the time would come when it would be of use to him.
"Thank you for not prying, too."
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Eli replied and squeeze his hand once more before releasing it.
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Oh, there was a long one. A long and painful story, one that filled him with dread even now. A story that sent such a chill through him that if he thought too deeply on it or spoke of it, he might never feel warm ever again. Of course, that was just him being dramatic. Honestly, he could likely manage to tell it, if he tried.
Thing is that he doesn't want to.
The veil is safety, here, as it always has been elsewhere. Perhaps more-so.
After all, there is no pulling rank here, and Eli is connected to the person here that Altair fears the most. He won't let his fear color his actions, but that doesn't mean that it isn't there, always present, in the back of his mind.
"The veil does have its uses too. The Force flows through every living thing, and seeing through it makes me feel connected to the world in a way my eyesight could never make me feel. It's a little inconvenient, sometimes, but... Mostly not."
A pause, then, "Besides, perhaps the veil is for your convenience as well. Perhaps I look absolutely revolting under here."
That at least seemed to be a joke.