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WHO: Altair Kallig & You
WHERE: Greenhouse, Exploring
WHAT: First thing's first when coming to new situations- ensuring survival.
WHEN: First day (green house), and second day after arrival (exploration)
WARNINGS: Some introspection about the death of a planet, but nothing beyond that.

[Greenhouse]

Survival depended on many things. Water. Food. A willingness to continue on despite it all.

Not too long ago, the Sith had watched the death of an entire world. He'd watched a world and its inhabitants be devoured, helplessly, from orbit. He'd felt a great shudder through the Force, deep and chilling, heartbreaking. Here, that didn't matter. Imperial deaths, his own feelings on the matter, they would have to wait. For he was on another destroyed world now- there to return it to how it had been.

For now, that didn't matter much.

For now, his own survival sat prettily at the top of his list of priorities.

His trek had seen him arriving at a glass building- a greenhouse of some sort? Seemed like.

Another Data Point waited inside, and with no hesitance, reached out and touched it.

A brief flicker of fear flashed through him at the second's immobility as information was jammed in there with all his other knowledge, before it settled once he realized he could move. And as expected, the Data Point had come with information. A little different, but no more frightening or shocking than a Sith relic or some screaming ghost. Nothing ventured, nothing gained-- not a motto he often followed, but when he did, it tended to serve well enough. As it had, now.

With this new information, he moved farther into the greenhouse. Navigating well despite the veil that covered his eyes, only peeking up here and there to ensure he wouldn't trip.

A plant with leaves of a glossy black caught his attention, comically large. Buds along the stem were unripe vegetables, his brain told him, but that wasn't his focus as of just now- the leaves were sturdy, tough- almost leather-like, and large enough to be of use- grabbing his dualsaber off his back, he cleanly sliced through where a leaf connected to the thick stem- doing this several more times, until he had more than a few.

He sat, and began folding- a makeshift bag to carry food in, making it easy to transport.

His own first, then several more to leave behind. Surely he wouldn't be the only one wishing to haul food off somewhere else- and while he was there, he might as well do the strangers around him a kindness.

Secretly. Privately.

A Sith Lord gets a reputation for being good, he loses all respect, after all.

[Exploration]

Even as a member of the Dark Council, even as a Sith, crowds of any kind were uncomfortable things. It reminded him of being surrounded when he was a slave, of being surrounded when he was an acolyte on Korriban, and it was honestly claustrophobic.

So, makeshift bag full of edible fruits and vegetables in hand, dualsaber on his back, Altair wandered.

Past what seemed to be a hospital- no thank you, he had thought. Abandoned hospitals seemed like the sort of place you could catch some long dead disease. Like the Dark Temple on Dromund Kaas, except less fun. Past other buildings.

To the power plant- drawing his attention- power was necessary for life. Still. Someone else's headache today- perhaps his, tomorrow.

Eventually he found himself a good, open area. Safe enough it seemed, and deserted for the moment.

He put his bag full of food down, and focused. Drawing on the Force, he put his focus to merely levitate anything around him. Rocks, fallen branches, various debris.

It wasn't difficult. Such small things. Still, it felt... Different.

Weaker.

Something was wrong with part of his connection to the Force, he could tell. It would require further testing...

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It's a strange thing to sense. Had this been how he'd felt, with four in addition to himself? No one had complained- complaining to a Sith Lord tended to be a bad idea, anyway- but he couldn't help but feel concern now. It felt off, sort of... Out of focus. Altair's ability to sense his surroundings had always been one of his stronger points- and eyes covered as they were, the Force was how he connected with the world around him.

This though... It was unusual, to say the least.

"That does seem to be everyone's favorite pastime as of right now, I suppose."

He included himself in that, of course. He would rather spend his time exploring than anything else. A well-informed Sith was one likely to survive, after all. Knowledge was power, so knowledge was what Altair desired the most.

He tilted his head at the question then, "I did, of course."

Though he supposed, in a strange land, in a new place, with unfamiliar people- it probably wasn't immediately obvious to everyone.

A whole conglomeration of mangled souls bundled together. They're walking around as one being now, but who knows if there's even a central core in there at all. It makes physical space a difficult thing to navigate, but they're trying hard.

"Did you?" 'Skeptical' would be too pointed of a tone for them to manage, but the sound almost leans that way. They pick up another rock to look at, this one being one that hadn't moved. Maybe comparing them.

"Did you mean to?"

"Yes," He said, tilting his head. Any other Sith would probably punish the imagined slight of disrespect- they'd take did you and twist it into an insult to their abilities. Altair is not any other Sith, not raised to be the same arrogant creature as the people who had surrounded him in the Empire. Instead, he merely shrugged it off.

For anyone unfamiliar with the Force, it would be normal to question it.

Questioning was in his nature too- even disbelief.

"Shall I do it again to prove it to you?"

Flat black eyes look up from the rock and fix on him with vague eagerness. Curiosity, at the very least.

"Again? Are you magic?"

"Magic?" He asked, some amusement in his voice, "No, nothing like that. Merely strong in the Force."

At least he had been. He supposed he still was, technically. Just not in the same way as before. The Force could still guide him, even with his eyes covered. He supposed he should be glad for it, given that going without his veil would be out of the question.

He focused again, reaching out to each small rock, to the fallen branches, to the various bits of other debris, lifting them off the ground.

"See?"

They watch the objects hover, but it's in a vague, diffused way. They're watching, but they're not staring around in wonder like some people might. They're undoubtedly delighted, and they're definitely observing the whole thing, but whatever it is that they're appreciating about it only has a little bit to do with what they're looking at. They're more of absorbing the whole phenomenon, with more than their eyes.

"...Force? Is it? What about Ask, maybe?"

"Ask? I'm afraid I don't understand the question."

He let the items drop- his point had been proven, and he needn't waste any more energy, however small the draw on his power. More tests had to be done, and honestly, he didn't like feeling so... Inhibited. The Force had been with him since childhood, his only true companion then. To have its nature change... It was uncomfortable, to say the least.

Sith liked to be in control. And Altair felt like he'd lost control a while ago.

He does suppose a conversational partner is good in that regard- a distraction to keep him from overthinking.

Ah, when the objects drop again, they blink and reach to pick one up that had been previously floating, like they'd done before. Looking at it, wrapping their fingers around it and squeezing it experimentally in their palm.

"Force is like..." And they make a clumsy motion with their arms to mimic shoving (or forcing) something. Then they contrast it with pretending to lift something much more lightly. "And Ask would be... like less. And nicer."

"Ah... Well, I suppose in my case, it is... Forceful."

He was Sith, after all. Very unlike the gentle nature of most Jedi. Sith did not approach the Force as though it was a companion, they merely willed it to respond to their needs. Forceful. Dark. Demanding.

But that was hardly the point, really.

"But the Force is nothing of the sort. The Force is something that flows through all living things. Some are strong in it, some cannot use it or sense it at all... But regardless, it binds everyone together. Though I suppose, in this world, we may very well be playing by different rules all together..."

As they listen to the explanation, inspecting the rock in their hands, something shifts. Of the many pieces elbowing for room inside the shell, a few liven up more than the others. They bob closer to the surface. They grab more of the reins.

Quietly, their eyes shift from flat black to a normal, human shade of hazel. Their skin begins to gain some color.

"It's a force, but not forcing. Energy? And not magic?"

"Yes," He replied, tilting his head to the side. He couldn't see them, eyes covered as they always were, but it was a curious sort of feeling, a different sort of consciousness, like a ripple through the Force. At least his ability to sense things wasn't on the fritz.

It was curious really, how so many could seem to function as one. Once there had been four ghosts in him, and he had suffered- nearly gone insane, nearly died. Now only Horak-Mul remained and he was quiet- content to watch, or perhaps, like the Force itself, weakened here.

"Energy, and not magic. I think I'd make a poor magician."

Of course, with hidden knowledge as his focus on the Dark Council, perhaps magician wasn't too far off the mark, but still. Explaining that here seemed like it wouldn't really serve any purpose.

Instead of the steady glow of a single living creature, their energy stutters and buzzes, both stronger and more diffused than if there had only been one of them in there. And really... how well they do actually function together like this could be up for debate.

"They said they were the same thing--energy and magic." But after only a second of thought, the other pieces in there maybe having other opinions on the matter, they sound less sure of themself. "...Once. A long time ago."

"Playing by different rules than me, then."

The Jedi and the Sith were seen as mysterious in some places, and they weren't exactly open to the public. Perhaps their use of the Force was seen as some sort of magic in places. It wasn't though. When he thought of magic, he thought of doing something that was impossible.

Using the Force was nothing like that.

"That would hardly be too strange here."

From all sorts of different worlds, it seemed, and on this world together. It would make for an interesting study, if he ever got back to where he belonged.

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