Some would see towers, others saw spires - monuments, castles, and symbols. The bipedal creatures calling this massive thriving planet their home, tourists and citizens alike - the lot of them were rather predictable, if not altogether foreign to a creature quite a bit more alien than your average Trandoshan, Twilek, or Toydarian. None of these things had been been an apt description to the creature that had found purchase upon one of the many megascrapers that littered Coruscant's planet-wide cityscape. So much more unique in the philosophical madness of his mind, the slug had seen an entirely different pictures. As if the cavern of a great beast's maw was pulled back, unhinged and drawn into a seamless globe, Nazo saw one thing with these monolithic creations; he saw teeth.
Coruscant was a world turned inside out, especially with the recent acquisition of the thriving Sith Empire. While allied with them in the spirit of the law, his own purposes and penchants rested outside their grasp for power, and desire for conquest. Rarely did he even entertain the notion of spending time with any of them. Misanthropic to a fault - companions on his travels were few and far between, as the creature's foreign heritage left much to be desired in a social setting. This building however, this placement upon a single 'tooth' of a great mouth was fitting for Nazo - the devourer.
Seven feet tall, the figure was hard to miss, especially with the purple, red, and gray hues covering his frame, whipping against the skeleton beneath. Even the headdress that adorned that porcelain white mask bent and shifted with the drag of wind itself in constant uproar. Hundreds of meters in the air, amid the lanes of constant sky traffic - wind sheer ripped up and down the sides of the building, only adding a more inhospitable climate for other beings. Nazo however seemed to care not about the circumstances, as his purpose for being here was of his own accord.
While the journey was seemingly never done, there was a consistent premise in everything that the Acolyte encountered, and that need was a very primal and innate one for his species. He had to feed. The abundance of actual food supply was never an issue, as the flavors and types of food available were limitless when one could tear down matter itself. Standing near one of the satellite arrays, where the antennas sailed overhead skyward to ping signals back and forth from on and off the planet. A beacon of holonet activity that was prominent on nearly every building as well to host that intergalactic virtual trade of eCommerce. His back turned, and his attention on the cabling structure as it's lining consisted of tight ferrocarbon - something of a delicacy to his particular palette.
Almost in ritualistic pursuits, the act of eating itself was almost cathartic to his maddening level of genius intellect. His species were known for their intelligence - if they were known at all. Even in the most elite think-tanks, the sentients there would postulate on the complexity of Nazo's species. Rarely though did they ever encounter any, for the near gibberish they could spew out was often unintelligible - especially since they couldn't actually speak. Amid the act however, a notion of life sprung into his dual mind - as Nazo felt the presence of life closer than any other. This was not from the whizzing sky traffic around them, or the sentients in the building several stories beneath his stance - but on this same level. In a most unusual marionette like movement, the robed torso turned while feet remained planted, the porcelain mask and headdress turning to lock lifeless beady eyes on the approach of an undercover anomaly. Metallic digits reached out, drawing through the air in manners akin to casting an absurd little spell. In point of fact, there was nothing going on, but the gesture continued.
"The maw will gnash the sky, sentients below will flee and cry, the beast will awaken, it's teeth will shred - and blood red pigments will paint the dead." The voice that called out was inaudible, without even the ability to speak. The sound itself was only telepathic, and came in the dual toned vocal structure that this mysterious figure preferred. That of the raspy tones of a demonic presence, mixed with the innocence of a small child. The combination was haunting if not altogether disturbing. It's only source to find was the ping of life that rested in Garrus' presence upon the roof-like structure. There was no visual queues for Nazo to pinpoint, but only the Force's guide that allowed communication to float through and penetrate so that he could communicate with the unseen.
[member="Garrus Garon"]
