Posted 07 December 2017 - 04:37 AM
Vahliath wasn’t hesitant in broadcasting the coordinates of his location. As he sat with the facility upon Tendril-4, the woodland planet which homed him and his primary base of operations, technology done its part in reaching out to her, wherever she may have been in that vast, wondrous galaxy. Coordinates came in the form of a radio frequency, limited only to those radio codes Vahliath had had been told were hers. Together, they’d come to train. Train in the side of a source so ancient and powerful, eons of conflict couldn’t shake the faith of its existence. Those who followed the Sith beliefs would never lose faith, so long as they maintained passion — determination. Vahliath had a lot of that. Did she?
“There’s not much I know about her, other than she’s a girl. They say the Force side is vibrant with her, and she’s passionate in exercising it.” Vahliath spoke more to himself than the Magnaguard standing idly by his side. Crimson lenses fixated upon the screen before Vahliath, which he himself observed through a pair of spectacles. His broadcast had made contact, but there was no sign of creating a communication link. It have the lead up to her arrival that extra pinch of suspense, one that pulsed through his body like an adrenaline rush. Maybe it was the Midichlorians preparing themselves for what his brain was telling them: a union basked in the horizon, two opposites attracted by a Force which pulled them together. Hazel gems stared intensely at the screen. Nonetheless, Vahliath wasn’t nervous. Excited, yes, but not nervous. If anything, it felt as if a void was being filled. Lost kin meeting for the first time. They both had something to gain from this. If not a friendship, then knowledge in power. Power which could give them strength. Focus. Vahliath sat back in his chair, waiting for that desired ‘bleep!’ to emanate from his monitor. When it did, it meant she was about to make her descent into the atmosphere . . . and thus begin their voyage into unknown territories.
Posted 07 December 2017 - 07:09 PM
Alm hadn’t had much time to prepare for her journey to Tendril-4. Though she was becoming rapidly adept with technology given her upbringing, it didn’t exactly integrated into her daily life seamlessly. Often she forgot that many of her questions could be answered with a simple Holonet search.
Someday, she hoped, her people would come to completely embrace the modern ways of the galaxy.
Her corvette touched down near the facility where her coordinates tracked to, and at some point before landing she’d pinged Vahliath Imperious to alert him that she was on her way. She knew next to nothing about him other than that he was a scientist like Vereshin—as pleasant as the former had been, she tended to feel somewhat intimidated by these types. Scientists were smart, they knew about things on an intricate level that made Alm’s head spin. The Nasvali didn’t know about genetics or particles or physics but she knew how to live off of the land and survive in the mountains.
Exiting her ship, the young woman smoothed back her hair and nervously tugged at the hem of her shirt. She was unused to wearing modern clothes and found that most of them were rather short on her tall frame. Still, she wanted to look more like a modern woman and not some mountain child who could barely speak Basic.
She could kind of speak Basic. Enough to understand and be understood, mostly.
Well, ah, she was getting better.
Edited by Alm, 07 December 2017 - 07:10 PM.
Posted 08 December 2017 - 04:06 AM
“Stay here.” Vahliath ordered as he came to rise from the chair. He straightened his coat over his shoulders, and it fell neatly over his frame, portraying sophistication to his physique. The Magnaguard looked in wonder, for never had it seen him prepare to greet another within the domain of Tendril-4. As ordered, however, it would stay out of sight. Leave organic beings to interact without the interference of artificial intelligence. Vahliath made his way to the hangar at an easy pace. It didn’t take long for him to reach it; however, when he did, he came to an abrupt halt just inches past a doorframe. There she was - only meters away from him. Hazel gems wandered her frame, taking in the aspects of her design. She wasn’t what he expected, but then again, what was he expecting? A woman in robes, or even a droid? He’d be lying if he said he didn’t. Slowly but surely, he closed the distance between them, until all but a few feet divided them. If the balance of the Force swayed in her presence, how powerful would training make them?
“You must be my partner. It’s good to meet you.” Vahliath confessed so formally, his expression of utter seriousness. Professionalism. “My name is Vahliath. Vahliath Impèrious. I haven’t been told your name yet. May I ask what it is?”
Edited by Vahliath Imperious , 08 December 2017 - 04:06 AM.
Posted 08 December 2017 - 07:01 PM
A proper looking man with silvery white hair came to meet Alm at the threshold and introduced himself. A bit startled, the young woman’s eyes widened as she took a moment to process his speech in her mind. Although she was getting better, Basic was such a tricky tongue.
“Vah-liath Imp…im-pèrious.” She sounded his name out before nodding. One thing that continued to surprise her was how long some names turned out to be. Names were shorter on Manas and only higher caste families had surnames.
She paused to give him a curious once-over. Formal clothes, good posture and slim physique. Alm by contrast was taller, lankier and altogether an awkward adolescent with gangly limbs, a baby face and stony eyes.
“My name is Alm.” It was one of the few complete and grammatically correct sentences she knew.
“It is good meeting, yes.” She gestured around her. “Your home, very nice.”
The least she could do was try and be polite.
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Posted 11 December 2017 - 04:28 AM
“You can call me Vahl’ - for short. It’s nice to meet you, Alm. Why don’t you come inside?” He empahsised inside, using a hand signal to gesture to the doorway behind him. He want about to give up becuase she was untrained in the Basic tongue. If he had to, he’d train her. After all, that was what they were there to do: train. In more ways than one.
Posted 11 December 2017 - 07:47 PM
Alm nodded. “Vahl.” She liked that—monosyllabic and easy for her to remember. At the very least, she was glad that he was friendly though this didn’t quite reflect what was on her face. Poor Alm was afflicted with what one may call ‘chronic bitch face’, as in, her default resting face made her look angry or displeased. In reality, the young woman wasn’t really aware of the aura she exuded.
Vahl didn’t seem perturbed though and invited her into his home. “Yes, thank you.” Though her words were broken and thickly accented, she understood more than she spoke and managed to communicate decently. Some situations were more difficult than others.
The Nasvali followed Vahl into his home, stone eyes softened with curiosity as she took in the view. “This, place. Everything belonging Vahl? What you do?” Alm was interested in his occupation. She knew that he dealt in science but didn’t have the knowledge to delve into specifics.
Edited by Alm, 11 December 2017 - 07:54 PM.
Posted 12 December 2017 - 04:56 AM
“That’s right. Everything belongs to Vahl. I’m scientist. Engineer. Biologist. That, not so important, though. Today, we train. Dark Side training. Wait here - one moment?”
Vahliath would be lying to himself if he said it wasn’t hard to try and lower his vocabulary to her level of understanding. He was used to big words, of course being a scientist. That came with the job, for there were a million different ways and phrases to say what he studied in that vast galaxy of theirs. He walked past the Magnaguard, dropping his trench coat into its hand. He proceeded past the droid and turned left towards a panel on the wall. Upon pressing it, a door opened, and Vahliath stepped inside where he remained for a good five minutes. Today, he wasn’t out to wear anything too formal, as Alm would soon come to discover when he finally stepped out of the room. When he did, his attire consisted of something different than the formal fabrics he donned earlier. His attire consisted of something close to a short, grey tunic suit blazer, unbuttoned and neatly fitted around his shoulders. The sleeves were generously loose, topped off with a pair of grey, fitted gloves. Beneath that blazer, a white shirt hung loose over his torso, giving sight to the top of his sternum. His legs carried a pair of grey trousers, and his feet held a pair of black boots which disappeared underneath the fabric of them. Okay, maybe it was a little bit formal, but it was also flexible. To top off that change of uniform, Vahliath held something in hands: a bag. A bag filled with clothes, which he offered to Alm in a stretch of his arm, hazel eyes gazing directly at her.
“You need— clothes?” He said, tugging at the blazer to use as an example. Hopefully she’d understand him.
Posted 14 December 2017 - 07:13 PM
Alm nodded in understanding, watching silently as Vahl disappeared inside a room. The young Nasvali was a hunter, trained to quietly observe her surroundings in any given situation. Part of why her people tended not to be chatty stemmed from reading body language.
When he reappeared, Alm regarded him with the same curious look. Her gaze swept down to the bag and then to the blazer. She understood what he was offering.
“No.” She answered evenly. “I have clothes.”
Though she often had trouble finding clothing offworld tailored to her taller frame, Alm found that she liked many of the modern styles she’d come across. In Sel, Manas’s most modern city, fashionable clothes made for her people were more commonplace. Alm had only spent a few months in the city before leaving the planet, figuring that she’d have to stock up on her next trip home.
Whenever that was.
“Training begins, yes? What first?”
Edited by Alm, 14 December 2017 - 07:13 PM.
Posted 16 December 2017 - 01:01 PM
"--Concentration." Vahliath said, putting the clothes of a tableside to his right. For him, this was a vital point of their training, and one he would ensure with one hundred percent of his dedication. He gestured to a doorway behind him, as he himself turned to it. He didn't delay in walking towards it; several taps of his digits against the panels later, the cold breath of the outside air hissed against his flesh as it filled his office, moving around him. His facility was surrounded by forestation - wilderness. That same door he opened led into it, towards a place he felt was brilliant to train. But not before ensuring Alm would follow behind him. As he stepped out into the wilds, his head motioned to the left, a hazel gem peering past his shoulder to stare back at her. "Come, Alm. I'll show somewhere perfect for us." Vahliath said with such sophistication. Professionalism. Determination and devotion was definitely among him in these regards, for if they weren't, their training would surely fail.
Vahliath led on into the wilderness, moving into the trees. The Magnaguard within the office remained where it was, watching with prying eyes right up until Alm left the confines of the facility and stepped out into the world. Vahliath maintained a steady pace for her to keep up with. Eventually, they entered an almost perfect clearing of the trees, entering a circular domain clear of any forest life. Just plant-less soils sat beneath their feet, stretching for metres in a circular formation, almost artificial, as if it had been carved into the forest. Maybe that was true, but Vahliath didn't say anything about it. He walked into the centre of the area, away from the high standing trees they once walked amongst. When it reached his desired destination, he turned back to Alm, staring at her in a moment of prolonged silence before a word escaped his lips. It was like him to be analytical towards those he didn't know, but this observation he had on her was something different. Like he knew something inside her was begging to come out.
"Do you have a weapon?"