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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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If he was familiar with any Jedi or Sith, he likely knew this already, but still. It was a decent enough excuse, as to why he kept glancing.
"I can sense you're there, certainly. But if you were to try and stab me while my attention is elsewhere...," He said, making a slight motion with a hand, "I'd very much prefer to keep an eye on the distance between us, Chiss."
He was not normally so rude, even to his own species that he feared more than he feared just about anything else. But he had no power, no status here, with which to protect himself. So leaning hard into the mannerisms of a typical Sith, and speaking as though he was some other blue alien entirely, worked.
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"I assure you that I am not going to suddenly produce a blade from up my sleeve and stab you."
It's said rather dryly but Thrawn is well aware that the particular racial trait in question means those that are Force-sensitive can become nervous (or annoyed) by the presence, or lack thereof, of a Chiss through the Force.
"If it would make you feel more comfortable I will move out of any possible reach."
In illustration, Thrawn moved to stand roughly 20 feet away which put him thoroughly out of range for anything but a blaster shot.
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When Thrawn actually moved away though, he couldn't help but roll his eyes.
"Does it make you feel uncomfortable when I keep an eye on where you are?" He asked, "Some Chiss pride that feels offended, perhaps?"
He sighed, and shook his head, "You can stand closer if you'd like. I'm going to keep an eye on you either way."
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"Since you don't hold my assurances very highly, I doubt there is much else I could say. But I do not have much in the way of pride about my species."
Ah, if only Altair knew that among the Chiss, Thrawn was already something of a problem even before any talk of exile.
"And you are doing me a favor, therefore it would be more courteous of me if I stay at a distance regardless of whether you keep watch on me or not."
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"No?" He asked, the curiosity coloring his tone of voice as well, "Strange. I have never met a Chiss who wasn't proud before."
Except himself, of course.
"Proud, pragmatic, intelligent. That has been my experience with," There was a brief pause, perhaps a flicker of fear, "Most of your species."
He turned back to his work then, "Might be wrong, I suppose. I only know a Chiss or two in passing, anyway."
A lie, of course.
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"Your experiences are valid, at least from what I have seen. It can be easy to assume any given member a species is much like another. But it is also just as easy of a trap to fall victim to."
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After all, he had some experience. Sith were big on slaves only knowing how to be slaves, and he had certainly proven them wrong. So he supposed he shouldn't go into the business of making generalizations, be it about a sentient species or anything else.
He finished the bag he was working on then, standing, and turning to the other man to hand it over, "Here. I wouldn't go filling it with something entirely too heavy, but it'll be sturdy enough to carry daily supplies. Apparently these leaves take a while to rot when forcibly separated from the plant, so it will serve you for a while at least."
That was what the knowledge from the Data Point had seen fit to tell him, anyway.
"Thank the stars for the strange qualities of this particular alien plant, I suppose. The men and women of the Sphere of Production and Logistics would have a field day here..."
They were, after all, the ones in charge of keeping the Empire supplied with all the resources necessary. An new supply sources were, apparently, always interesting. Especially supply sources with strange qualities to examine and decide how to best make use of.
Nothing he needed to think too much on now, he supposed.
"... Never mind."