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Sith, Jedi, Imperial, Rebellion - neutral. It never really mattered here. Vahliath knew it was his best chance; the Corellian Trade Spine welcomed and embraced those from all backgrounds - from one end of the galaxy to the other. And that was what Vahliath needed: someone who was used to travelling. Someone who could handle themselves, no matter their background, faction or ideologies. While he knew how to handle himself, he also knew the costs and dangers of returning to the old world. He'd already been, and in going, he found something extraordinary. Considered riches to some - scrap to others. Those who could appreciate the old world would know of the values that lied in the waiting. The only problem, however, was that it wasn't simply "laying" anymore.
Something awoke within that old world. Life breathed into old world relics that should have been silenced forever. Down within the depths of Utapau's cavern systems, remnants of the old world hummed to life. Vahliath was lucky to lay his eyes upon them, just as lucky as he was to escape with his life. There were many; things of old, things of secret - things that should have been lost to the ages. In their ancient forms, they walked the beneath the surface of Utapau, searching for a way out. They found one, the same way Vahliath found them. Priceless and once considered extinct, he obliterated the entrance, trapping the old world machines behind a wall of rock and rubble. But they were still there. Still waiting. Patience was endless to those who bore no sentience. Consideration was void in the machines of war, valuing nothing that exceeded their primary function: to kill.
"Uncomfortable with people looking at you?" Vahliath asked. As expected, there was no reply. Why would it? It wasn't designed to speak. A Magnaguard pulled from the old world and reprogrammed to serve an organic master? The comprehension it must has struggled to achieve was expected. Nonetheless, Vahliath took its silence as confirmation. As he sat up at the bar of a watering hole within the Corellian Trade Spine, the Magnaguard stood beside him, poorly illuminated crimson gems staring down at the surface where Vahliath kept his drink. It constantly had a tendency to stare at passersby in an eerie silence. Some returned a gaze that hinted that wanted to engage in a fight, while others looked away in submission, afraid of an old world relic functioning so independently.
"Pull up your hood." Vahliath ordered, and the Magnaguard obeyed. A hood adjusted to its cloak hung low over its face. It didn't need to see. Vahliath needed to see. Search for someone who he could recruit for his mission to Utapau. He tugged the sleeve of the bartender behind the counter, who looked, unimpressed. Customers were customers, though.
"I was wondering if you could help me." Vahliath said. The bartender remained silent, waiting for Vahliath to build on his vague request.
"I'm searching for some people. Experienced people. Who can handle themselves. Doesn't matter what faction they follow; what their beliefs, opinions and reputations are. I'm sure you have come to get familiar with your familiars."
The bartender remained in a moment of silence, then looked to the Magnaguard standing still beside its master. He was hesitant in saying. "For. . . the right amount, of course."
Money spoke the same tongue in all languages. Vahliath placed a device on the table which held 2,000 credits. Now he knew why the bartender was hesitant to ask him: afraid of an old world machine turning its head at such a demand. If it really wanted to, the Magnaguard could beat an answer out of him. It turned its head, peering down at the counter from under the hood.
The bartender quickly stuffed the "goods" into his pocket. A Kamarian, he was, so quick was he in his reflexes. He gestured for Vahliath to lean closer, and he did without hesitation.
"We have our familiars come in - but none are here yet. They'll help you - for the right amount. I don't see them here yet, but they'll come. They always do. Remain a little longer, and I'll point them to you when they arrive. Until then, you and your Droid relax. Enjoy. . . the atmosphere." He poured Vahliath another drink - complimentary. Vahliath gestured his thanks and turned around to face the rest of the watering hole behind him. There were people - several of them. Drinking, gambling, enjoying some time in Solitude. People beside him, people walking past. Beings from all different backgrounds and species.
Who knows? Maybe a passerby heard Vahliath speak. Had they been interested, the rewards would certainly be. . . beneficial. Generous.
Quest Location: Utapau
Rewards: Loot scavenged from the sites, 30,000 Credits for accompanying
Something awoke within that old world. Life breathed into old world relics that should have been silenced forever. Down within the depths of Utapau's cavern systems, remnants of the old world hummed to life. Vahliath was lucky to lay his eyes upon them, just as lucky as he was to escape with his life. There were many; things of old, things of secret - things that should have been lost to the ages. In their ancient forms, they walked the beneath the surface of Utapau, searching for a way out. They found one, the same way Vahliath found them. Priceless and once considered extinct, he obliterated the entrance, trapping the old world machines behind a wall of rock and rubble. But they were still there. Still waiting. Patience was endless to those who bore no sentience. Consideration was void in the machines of war, valuing nothing that exceeded their primary function: to kill.
"Uncomfortable with people looking at you?" Vahliath asked. As expected, there was no reply. Why would it? It wasn't designed to speak. A Magnaguard pulled from the old world and reprogrammed to serve an organic master? The comprehension it must has struggled to achieve was expected. Nonetheless, Vahliath took its silence as confirmation. As he sat up at the bar of a watering hole within the Corellian Trade Spine, the Magnaguard stood beside him, poorly illuminated crimson gems staring down at the surface where Vahliath kept his drink. It constantly had a tendency to stare at passersby in an eerie silence. Some returned a gaze that hinted that wanted to engage in a fight, while others looked away in submission, afraid of an old world relic functioning so independently.
"Pull up your hood." Vahliath ordered, and the Magnaguard obeyed. A hood adjusted to its cloak hung low over its face. It didn't need to see. Vahliath needed to see. Search for someone who he could recruit for his mission to Utapau. He tugged the sleeve of the bartender behind the counter, who looked, unimpressed. Customers were customers, though.
"I was wondering if you could help me." Vahliath said. The bartender remained silent, waiting for Vahliath to build on his vague request.
"I'm searching for some people. Experienced people. Who can handle themselves. Doesn't matter what faction they follow; what their beliefs, opinions and reputations are. I'm sure you have come to get familiar with your familiars."
The bartender remained in a moment of silence, then looked to the Magnaguard standing still beside its master. He was hesitant in saying. "For. . . the right amount, of course."
Money spoke the same tongue in all languages. Vahliath placed a device on the table which held 2,000 credits. Now he knew why the bartender was hesitant to ask him: afraid of an old world machine turning its head at such a demand. If it really wanted to, the Magnaguard could beat an answer out of him. It turned its head, peering down at the counter from under the hood.
The bartender quickly stuffed the "goods" into his pocket. A Kamarian, he was, so quick was he in his reflexes. He gestured for Vahliath to lean closer, and he did without hesitation.
"We have our familiars come in - but none are here yet. They'll help you - for the right amount. I don't see them here yet, but they'll come. They always do. Remain a little longer, and I'll point them to you when they arrive. Until then, you and your Droid relax. Enjoy. . . the atmosphere." He poured Vahliath another drink - complimentary. Vahliath gestured his thanks and turned around to face the rest of the watering hole behind him. There were people - several of them. Drinking, gambling, enjoying some time in Solitude. People beside him, people walking past. Beings from all different backgrounds and species.
Who knows? Maybe a passerby heard Vahliath speak. Had they been interested, the rewards would certainly be. . . beneficial. Generous.
Quest Location: Utapau
Rewards: Loot scavenged from the sites, 30,000 Credits for accompanying