Private Bird, Set Free

[Damsy Callat]

Damsy couldn't help but smile at the momentary misunderstanding as she moved to reclaim her makeshift seat of minutes ago. "I don't know either," she admitted. "I haven't been under my father--creator's, whatever word you'd like--thumb for a while now, so I don't quite need the kind of freedom you're after, at least not the first you mentioned. But," she sniffed to snuff out anger and upset before it gripped at her, "I've realized that just that don't constitute bein' free.

"See, I thought Jedi would be a people for sanctuary. They're not, not really. Only two of 'em know what I am; both are nice 'nough, but that's how Imma keep it. I don't get the same vibes from the rest. More like, 'Sith means more than Spawn', y'know?"

Another sniff. No tears though.

"I want freedom from that there mentality. It shouldn't be a burden to live. For me or for us."

Worrarg

 

[Worrarg]

It was interesting that, whether or not she treated them like a father, she had at least sometimes called her creator 'father.' He wandered if that was some kind of intentional choice by the creator of her, or if it just happened. Perhaps it was a species trait. He knew he never really called his creator father, he didn't have one. Not in the traditional sense at least, neither socially nor biologically. Yes his creator made him, but not by the standard means.

She talked about freedom, and the Jedi. Her view of them was interesting as well. He thought he might understand. He'd considered the ramifications of if he revealed his own origin to the galaxy. And did not doubt something like that would happen to him as well. Though, it apparently didn't take even that for him to be attacked.

"I want freedom from that there mentality. It shouldn't be a burden to live. For me or for us."

He let out a low rumble of agreement. "If it were so easy. I think, with the way this galaxy has been formed over its many years of society, it won't be easy for them to accept such things." He said somberly. "They are used to seeing what they expect to see and their vast amounts of information only influence them further. Fear or hate of the sith, fear of the unkown. They exist in a galaxy where they know so much about, and outliers may be abominations or creations only of destruction."

It wasn't exactly fear in his voice, perhaps some slight pain, but there was definitely seriousness in it. "I admit, for all my considerations of how to remedy this. My only perception of ideal survival in this world relies on twisting views of myself. Possible, but very inconvenient. Living in silence and solitude while using proxies is not a life of true interest to me."

Damsy Callat

 

[Damsy Callat]

Damsy frowned at his voice's last tones, not in disapproval but some certain empathy.

"Well, I can speak to that too," she said slowly, picking at her nails idly and blindly. "In my own way. On a paper somewhere in the Jedi Temple, I'm a NJO Padawan. Twisting views of myself," she echoed Forerunner's words in Basic. "I'm more powerful than that, probably Knight-level, and the more I learn 'bout true NJO philosophy, the less 'm on board, but--" She sighed. "It's the best way to stay safe, where I'm at. 'N I could continue too, but I'm getting mighty sick o' it."

Worrarg

 

[Worrarg]

She didn't show herself to others in truth. That was understandable, hide what you can is perfectly acceptable. Do what works. It was interesting too that in spite of her capability, she had a lower rank. Though it didn't seem she particularly cared. Maybe. She didn't seem particularly fond of NJO, whether or not that applied to every member or not.

The universe was not made for them. Another rumble of acknowledgement, "Then what do we do about it?" He pressed. They had a problem, or problems. Even if they weren't identical. "I do not have any simple solutions. I'm still new to all this universe and much of my knowledge is study, not experience. Especially with other sentient species. Makes it a little more difficult to know exactly what to do."

Damsy Callat

 

[Damsy Callat]

That question seemed to perk her up.

"I recently caught wind of a rebellion based in Confederate space known as Unblessed . Got to got to one of their rallies. Among other things, they want Force-users held to account for their actions. Just in general. Point is, though, they strike me as positioned to make real change, and that's exciting. Mostly 'cuz I think if we take a page from their book we can too." She had taken to smiling, but now the grin falters just so. "It won't be easy. The trick is nonviolence."

Which would make it trick indeed to protect themselves if push came to shove. That much was non-negotiable, too, seeing as their own group didn't have many members at all. Just herself plus Kai Bamarri and Acantha Malvern , assuming either of them really wanted a place in this--which was quite the assumption. Damsy wouldn't blame either of them if they wanted to tap out, nor Forerunner if he didn't even want to enter the ring.

Revolution wasn't a light insinuation, either eventual or impending.

Worrarg

 

[Worrarg]

He tilted his head as she gave an answer, a rebellion. Well, that was quite an idea. Hold force users to account for their actions, ah, right. That was a common practice wasn't it, that they were either simply too powerful to be messed with or were the governing bodies entirely. Reasonable desire, keeping the powerful accountable. Rebellions were hardly easy, but if she thought they could accomplish something he had to assume there was more than just another uprising.

Then came the next comment, another low rumble, this time in thought. Non violence, "That is quite a trick." he agreed. Still...he wanted something more than he had. And if what it took was a rebellion or revolution, whatever it might be, he was quite willing to put in that effort to make it happen. "But, if you believe that rebellion is the way of achieving something greater. Then I am quite ready to join you. Like you say, it won't be easy. But the challenge will make the pay-off sweeter, if we make it that far. That said," he sort of laid down. Curled slightly on himself with only his head somewhat held up. The pure white fur he had, though still somewhat darkened from the dirt on the planet, rippled for a moment. "Not easy is a bid of an understatement, I'm sure you know. There is no certainty of non-violence. And as I lack both regular forms of communication and armor or weapons, I'm afraid my capabilities will be quite limited in rebellion. Even for scouting purposes, while walls are hardly an issue, nor movement through cities, my size does tend to make it rather hard to blend in. As a result, I'm not sure yet what I can do for this, without getting myself killed rather quickly."

Damsy Callat

 

[Damsy Callat]

"That's a'ight," she responded, truthful and almost upbeat. "We'll have plenty of time to figure that out. Plus, I'd like to try to find more of us."

She just didn't know exactly where to start.

But until inspiration struck her, she supposed that sprucing up the hideout in Sector 943 "The Works" that she had found back when and secured with Kai would be a good place to start. A necessity for sure, but also a nice, relatively calm place to dip in their toes...talons? Anatomical phalanges.

"There's a place a friend and I have for us to live," she continued to explain. "We'll get you there, settle in first. I'll take care of all the errands that entails that you might not be able to do, or comfortable with." Like going to other, more cramped levels to find supplies. It'd be a good idea to always have someone stay back to hold down the fort anyhow.

"Don't you worry. Step one will be real easy."

Please, don't be a jinx.

Worrarg

 

[Worrarg]

Find more of them, that was a thought. It would certainly be interesting to know just how many of them they could meet up with. She further clarified though, they did have a location to go to. Though he hoped he could at least do something he hoped when they got there. What that was, he didn't know just yet. Of course, he also realized that he wasn't exactly a light eater compared to one person. He weighed around 17 times of an average human and it definitely showed in his diet. Though, at the very least he was an omnivore, still meats were far preferable and that could get costly.

He chuckled slightly at her next comment, "Well, one way or another, I do imagine there will be hard times coming sooner or later. I'll do what I can." He didn't know what else to say. He wasn't familiar with this new location, or this friend, or the plans they might make for rebellion. This could very well be a difficult process, even if the first step was easy as she said.

But it would make it all the better.

Damsy Callat