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revivalproject2020-03-25 10:58 am
kallig) wrote in revivalproject2020-03-25 10:58 am
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WHO: Altair Kallig & You!
WHERE: Risa!
WHAT: Vacation!
WHEN: During the Risa Event
WARNINGS: None! Will update if this changes.
[A - Markets]
He had to visit eventually- searching for supplies that would be useful once they returned to Agra 10, but also searching for some items not related to survival alone. While wandering, he kept his senses reaching far, feeling the peaceful emotions of all around him while he wandered- while also keeping an eye out for anyone familiar, be it only slightly so, or very much so.
The Sith was determined to at least enjoy part of this vacation while they had it.
[B - Gardens]
Chiss were not made to handle heat- even mixed breeds like himself. Altair didn't know what his family had been before his parents, and his grandparents, but he knew they could not all be fully Chiss- logistically, it was impossible. Aloysius had been a pureblood, Altair was sure, given how the Empire had been even more anti-alien back in those days- but then, it had been nearly two-thousand years since Aloysius had died so if there was pure Sith blood in his veins, it was so diluted it might as well not be there.
Still, the Chiss in him was indeed not good with heat- and as such, he found himself down in the glowing gardens, where it was cooler.
He could be found wandering about with a sketchbook and pen- drawing the different plants he saw. Having grown quite fond of the medium of paper and pen.
Every now and then, he'd also find a bug or two, and stop to fawn over it- even picking some up to inspect the creatures more closely. One could think him insane, given that he would speak to any bug he wasn't familiar with in rather the way one would speak to something utterly adorable.
"Why hello there, aren't you a beauty..." and "Oh, look at you... Don't think I've seen one like you before... Care to hold still while I draw you?"
Even on Agra 10, he'd been a bug lover. Here, with the relative safety, he felt okay to let that show just a bit.
[C - Meditation]
Risa, being what it was, was perfect for it.
Anywhere it was nice to sit down- places with pristine nature, a somewhat less traveled path with benches, down on the beach- he could be found in deep meditation, cross-legged, and breathing.
Speaking, too, when he thought himself alone enough- reciting the Sith Code as he always did, when he felt the need to meditate, clear his head, calm himself.
"Peace is a lie, there is only passion...
Through passion, I gain strength...
Through strength, power-
Through power, victory-
Through victory, my chains are broken-
The Force shall free me..."
[D - Wildcard]
(Come up with a scenario of your own! Altair can be found here and there on Risa, just exploring, shopping, relaxing...)
WHERE: Risa!
WHAT: Vacation!
WHEN: During the Risa Event
WARNINGS: None! Will update if this changes.
[A - Markets]
He had to visit eventually- searching for supplies that would be useful once they returned to Agra 10, but also searching for some items not related to survival alone. While wandering, he kept his senses reaching far, feeling the peaceful emotions of all around him while he wandered- while also keeping an eye out for anyone familiar, be it only slightly so, or very much so.
The Sith was determined to at least enjoy part of this vacation while they had it.
[B - Gardens]
Chiss were not made to handle heat- even mixed breeds like himself. Altair didn't know what his family had been before his parents, and his grandparents, but he knew they could not all be fully Chiss- logistically, it was impossible. Aloysius had been a pureblood, Altair was sure, given how the Empire had been even more anti-alien back in those days- but then, it had been nearly two-thousand years since Aloysius had died so if there was pure Sith blood in his veins, it was so diluted it might as well not be there.
Still, the Chiss in him was indeed not good with heat- and as such, he found himself down in the glowing gardens, where it was cooler.
He could be found wandering about with a sketchbook and pen- drawing the different plants he saw. Having grown quite fond of the medium of paper and pen.
Every now and then, he'd also find a bug or two, and stop to fawn over it- even picking some up to inspect the creatures more closely. One could think him insane, given that he would speak to any bug he wasn't familiar with in rather the way one would speak to something utterly adorable.
"Why hello there, aren't you a beauty..." and "Oh, look at you... Don't think I've seen one like you before... Care to hold still while I draw you?"
Even on Agra 10, he'd been a bug lover. Here, with the relative safety, he felt okay to let that show just a bit.
[C - Meditation]
Risa, being what it was, was perfect for it.
Anywhere it was nice to sit down- places with pristine nature, a somewhat less traveled path with benches, down on the beach- he could be found in deep meditation, cross-legged, and breathing.
Speaking, too, when he thought himself alone enough- reciting the Sith Code as he always did, when he felt the need to meditate, clear his head, calm himself.
"Peace is a lie, there is only passion...
Through passion, I gain strength...
Through strength, power-
Through power, victory-
Through victory, my chains are broken-
The Force shall free me..."
[D - Wildcard]
(Come up with a scenario of your own! Altair can be found here and there on Risa, just exploring, shopping, relaxing...)
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Progress had been made. But that was Altair's business, not Thrawn's.
"I suppose so, yes."
While he couldn't sense any anger, for it was impossible to get a read through the Force on a Chiss, Altair was observant. He could hear it. Barely there, but he could hear it. Perhaps because so many Chiss had left their home in the Ascendancy to join the Alliance. Because at least part of Altair's people were Chiss too.
"Being one of these navigators might not be easy for children. But at least they aren't hated for something they can't help, treated like Force-sensitivity is a choice, like it's something they can willingly turn off, and that to not do so is to turn against the Ascendancy, to choose to be impure."
Shutting oneself off from the Force was possible. But Altair certainly didn't want to. And most people he knew wouldn't want to either. Force-sensitivity was a blessing, not a curse.
"And at least they aren't exiled or executed for something that isn't their fault."
He shook his head then, and sighed, "I'm not saying that it's fair. But I'd choose it over the hatred, over being taught to fear, over being taught to hate myself for something that isn't my fault any day."
Not that he hated himself any more. But he had, as a child. And he still carried fear in him, too.