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revivalproject2019-09-06 08:38 pm
kallig) wrote in revivalproject2019-09-06 08:38 pm
Open Log
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...
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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He was not particularly happy, finding himself here. After all, before his arrival, he had watched and felt the death of an entire world. So far as inconveniences went, being plucked from his own world to play savior here was a major one.
After all, he was on the Council- all those Imperial deaths... He should be there to help his Empire recover, and to chase down the crazed bastard who had caused it all.
Alas, he was here. Making the best of it.
"It is a pleasure to meet you as well."
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For the most part, he only slept at the hotel- there was safety in numbers, after all, even if he disliked being surrounded by strangers. While the chances of someone less than friendly being present was there, it was still better than resting elsewhere, where he didn't know what was or wasn't a threat.
He had more than a little experience with deadly predators, after all, and a place like this- who knew.
"And perhaps. I doubt I'll see anyone who looks like you, though," He said, gesturing to the veil that covered his eyes. He could see, of course, but strongly preferred keeping his eyes hidden, and using the Force to guide him.
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