Lost in Mind and Destination

[Jaster Awaud]

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Location: New Holstice, Jedi Monument
Time: Benduday, 16th day of the 10th Month

-- A man in a flat black cloak was standing at the base of a large pillar of light that was circles around by newer monuments. Facing up at the fluttering and moving lights that made up the pillar he reached out as one of the moving lights fluttered near him. The cloaked figure reached out with a black covered glove and let the being land there. Bringing it close to his ear on the outside of his hood, there was a whisper moving not just through the winds, but deep in his mind.

"Master Tomas Maxton, Mandalorian Wars"

- He lifted the creature a few inches from his blacked out face and pulled up his other hand. This hand was entirely mechanical, cybernetic limb that mad a perfectly vertical line from fingertips to bottom of the palm. He tilted his head downward, "May you rest well Tomas Maxton."

- Once done he lifted his hand again and let the creature that continued to repeat his name back to the large column of light before him. Putting his hand back to his side he turned to look at the dying trees near him. "So what happen to you now friend," The hooded figure walked over and touched the trunk of the living substance. "Is fate so cruel to let the end of ones life look torturous?"

- The man stood there as he was waiting for a response with none found through the winds of the planet. Suddenly after a second of standing there he nodded, "Your suffering will feed the next generation, as is the job of the elderly, yet I must also learn for I have lost everything." He lifted his hand from the trunk, and where his hand once was there was now a green patch of moss. "It seems I have company friend, maybe the Winds of Guidance have woken me for this reason," He turned to look with a thousand mile stare somewhere in the distance, "You have seen the end of a million million journeys, I hope you will see the start of mine, my first friend."

- The Wanderer just looked at the sky now, the dark clouded skies told him rain. Yet the winds and the trees whispered otherwise, something of the worlds past had made it so the dark skies were common. No fear or complacent voices were echoed through the winds. Only the day to day waves crashed across his consciousness and the whispers where now greeting the newly arrived visitors. He only stood there in the light of the pillar, back to its light and his face covered in darkness.

-- The newly arrived individuals would be greeted by this sight, those with the force would see a void within the life he was surrounded by. Only his finger tips would glow as the Force of life left the hand with the black glove, and the Force of death left the one marked by machine.

[member="Loreena Arenais"] | [member="Orrico Wayke"]

 

[Kyyrk]

Orrico walked alongside [member="Loreena Arenais"] with his nose buried in a Datapad. "Trust me, lil' lady, this monument is worth seeing. In all my travels I've never seen anything quite like it." He glanced up at the girl walking with him, and shrugged. "Plus I aint found anything worth takin'."

Orrico's dress was simple. His usual leather coat had been replaced by a simple vest, a bandoleer slung around it, and a blue shirt that hadn't been tucked into his belt below it. A pair of pistols hung at his hips, and a knife at the small of his back. Not that he was expecting trouble, per say, but more looking to ward it off. He'd not been in a scrap with the captain yet, and he'd much prefer to keep it that way. "Got a cargo run to...Rishi. Pays well, but I don't know that's a good idea." He opened his mouth to say something else, but stopped.

As they neared the monument, he got an odd feeling in the back of his head. He immediately looked up from his datapad, his scarred and beaten face glancing this way and that, surveying the surrounding area. That's when he saw the figure. Standing by the monument. Orrico had spent plenty of time among the Ren during his First Order days, but... This gentleman was unsettling. He immediately tucked the datapad away, his right hand coming to rest on the butt of its pistol. He muttered, "Stay sharp lil' lady... That fella...something ain't right with him..."

They strode towards the monument casually, or at least as casually as Orrico could manage. He spoke at a more audible tone now, "The great Jedi Monument of New Holstice. Full of these little buggers called...Rememberance moths? No, I think just Memory moths. Any name you whisper, they'll carry until the end of time. But the keepers of this place do ask that only fallen Jedi be added." Orrico glanced sidelong at [member="The Wonderer"] for a moment longer, before finally muttering, "He doesn't look like he's in a mood to throw down, but...somethin's up with him..."

 

[Loreena Arenais-Valhoun]

"Are you sure? Some momuments are so....dull." Lori was your typical teenager. At times her attention span was stupidly short. Other times she could dedicate her focus on something for days.

[member="Orrico Wayke"] and her and spent some time together. He was her pilot for the most part to many outsiders, but in reality he was teaching her more about life in the Galaxy and how to be a leader. Given that she was a Princess of Commenor; something that she didn't share openly; there was bound to be some point in which she'd have to lead people. But that was only if everyone else in her family died first. She was the last in line.

Lori wore simple slacks, shirt and jacket. There was a dagger in her left boot and a blaster holstered at her right hip. She didn't need so much protection, given that she wasn't alone.

"Why wouldn't it be a good idea?" They needed the credits, or rather she did. Lori was indebted to [member="Kaine Australis"] for her ship and it's expenses, both of which had to be paid off after a year. That was a little while ago.

She paused mid-step as she saw [member="The Wonderer"] . There was indeed something strange about him. Life was all around, but not where he stood. Was he....dead?...Lori couldn't tell.

"They will remember people? Does the name uttered have to be someone that's dead?" She knew of some people that she wanted to be remembered. But they weren't exactly Jedi.

Lori followed along Orrico and then stopped when they were at the monument. This place would be puzzling, even without him. Not being the coward sort, she spoke to the being standing there. "Hi...How are you today?"

 

[Kyyrk]

([member="The Wonderer"] Looks like [member="Loreena Arenais"] tagged the wrong user. Whoops...)

 

[Jaster Awaud]

-- The shrouded figure continued to stand there as [member="Orrico Wayke"] and [member="Loreena Arenais"] approached the monument. It was not his duty to protect the large structure, or maybe it was. He only nodded as they approached and turned to give them passage to the monument.

-- He only stood there listening to the Male Figure as he described the purpose of the monument. He never knew the name of such a thing, and his friends around them never mentioned it so he figured it didn't have one. It did bring up a few questions that he was about to ask, but it was the young lady that grabbed his attention before he could ask anything.

-- The man only turned to the girl and just looked at her for a second. He was confused by the question but he would answer it to the best of his abilities. "I am in good health, though my first memory is waking up here about three days ago, so I am not sure what is considered good by other standards lil' lady, but I alive.... at least I think so."

-- It was at this point he bowed his head and looked to the other gentleman that was there. "I do have a question for you both though," He paused as he let his hood bounce between the two individuals. "What is a Jedi?"

 

[Kyyrk]

Orrico smirked to himself as the being called [member="Loreena Arenais"] "lil' lady." Though his question caused Orrico's brow to arch up quite rapidly. "You...you don't know who the Jedi are?" He glanced at Lori for a moment, then back to [Member="The Wonderer"]. "Uh..T'answer your question, friend, Jedi are...somethin of a peacekeepin force. Serve the greater good an all that. Have a higher power they can call on to do things no one else can. But...Somethin like that oughta be common knowledge."

Orrico rolled his sleeves up, though there was no obvious reason for him to do so. Probably a nervous habit. "You say your first memory is wakin up here? Bout three days ago?" Trauma. He'd seen it plenty during his time in the navy. Or at least that was his layman's guess. And he'd never seen it this extreme before. Paired with the odd feeling he had about the guy, he figured there was more to it than a mere mortal like him was capable of helping with. Likely some Jedi or Sith devilry afoot. He found himself thinking it was a shame that place on Arbra got destroyed. Never dealt with them personally, but Orrico had heard that the monks there were specifically trained for things like this. "Tell me, what...DO you remember? A name, perhaps?"

 

[Loreena Arenais-Valhoun]

Lori's previous questions to [member="Orrico Wayke"] went unanswered, yet she understood why. [member="The Wonderer"] was indeed a strange one. Or perhaps something strange had happened to him.

She chewed the inside of her cheek a bit, standing next to Orrico while he gave the lamen's term definition of a Jedi. It was weird for someone not to know, but certainly not unheard of.

"Did you hit your head or something,
Mister?Have you got any lumps on it?" In her mind that was the obvious reasoning as to why the stranger had no long term memory. Of course there was MUCH more to it. She just couldn't put her finger on it.

 

[Jaster Awaud]

-- Jedi.... Greater Good.... Higher Power, well they did seem interesting to say the least. However it was even more strange for him to hear that it was common knowledge. Maybe his memories were worse then he originally thought, as he could not even remember his name.

-- He only nodded as [member="Orrico Wayke"] spoke, the gathering of information was truly helpful to him for someone who did not have any at all. It was when the man brought up his name that he looked back at the tree next to him, "My friend here has called me The Wanderer, I know no other name then that as I just fell from the sky, I know how to speak.... well many things," In a Rodian Dialect, ["I speak this,"] Then in Mando'a he spoke again, ["As well as this"] and back to common, "The trees and Moths here have taught me many things thought the Voice of the Wind."

-- Looking at [member="Loreena Arenais"] he paused, then pulled back his hood to revile his face. He ran his cybernetic hand across his metal head, "I feel no lumps ma'am, would you mind checking for me." The Cybernetic man knelt down to show his head to the young women.

 

[Kyyrk]

Orrico frowned at [Member="The Wonderer"]. Definitely not something he'd seen before. "Voice of the Wind? Might be the same thing them Jedi serve. They don't call it that, but there again, most cultures have their own name for The Force."

Then his hood was removed. Heavy cybernetics. That, Orrico knew quite well. He glanced at [member="Loreena Arenais"] and commented, "I think we should try and help this'n out. Whatever's wrong with him, it's well beyond my area of expertise, and I'd guess the same goes for you, lil' lady. You know any one that's good with Force stuff like this?"

 

[Loreena Arenais-Valhoun]

At the mention of [member="The Wonderer"] falling from the sky, Lori found herself looking straight up. Could she see a ship in orbit? Not really. Still, that didn't mean that he didn't fall from one. Maybe he hit his head and then that resulted in his weird memory.

Her brows furrowed as the stranger removed his hood. He had more cybernetics than she had ever seen before. She approached cautiously, glancing over to [member="Orrico Wayke"] as she did so. It was a good thing that the stranger knelt, for she wouldn't of been able to inspect his head otherwise. Her attention turned back to him as Orrico spoke. He seemed to think that there was no danger, so Lori traced her fingers gingerly on the top of his head, taking care to only touch the fleshy bits. "You could have damage under the metal parts...And for the Force stuff, my Dad is more of the expert." She looked over to Orrico. "Should we take him back with us?"

 

[Jaster Awaud]

-- As [member="Loreena Arenais"] touched the Wanderers head, she received a vision through the Force. She stood in the center of a raging fire storm in the middle of a forest that burned as large as the stories of the Neatherworld. Turned about she could see many wounded troopers marked in white armor and seemingly having the same face. Even those with their faces covered by T-Shaped visor still shared a uniform look to them all, weapons in the ready. Those that were not of similar appeal were wearing light clothing, one kneeling to next to a wounded man held her hands out to sing light that differed to the fire around her. Blue like a calm sea in the dawning sky, she looked to be the capturing point for anyone looking for a glimmer of hope. Without a glimmer of hope and the fire raging like an angry forest on the attack, many crisped trees fell on top of the group and of the young girl.

-- As the vision ended the young women would be greeted by the face of the cybernetic man, he nodded his head. "It does seem possible, though I do not feel like anything is hurting."

-- He continued to stay down in his kneeling position next to the women as [member="Orrico Wayke"] looked on glaringly. "If you think your.... Father would help, then I do not mind accepting," He pulled a small chip from his rob and held it out to the man, "I do not know what this is, but if it can help then I would offer it as thanks."

-- The chip he held out was commonly known as a Credit Chip, or a mobile form of carrying money without access to a bank account. A futuristic wallet that could carry large amounts of money. Should the Guarded man plug it into a data-pad, it would access an account of One Million Credits that the man did not know how to use.

 

[Kyyrk]

Orrico could see from where he stood that it was a credit chip. Didn't know how much was on it, nor did he care to know. "That there is a credit chip. Money. You can trade it for food, shelter, clothing...medical supplies, lots of stuff." He stepped forwards and reached out, only to close the man's hand around it, and pat the closed fist. "You need it more than I do, fella."

Orrico stepped back, looking around at their surroundings for a moment. "I'm Orrico. Lil' lady there is the captain of our little crew, Lori. What say we head back to the ship? Got a fully functional med bay, and I still remember some of my field medic training. Can take a quick look at you, start figuring out what your medical condition is. And, even better, start getting you up to speed on..." Orrico gestured to the man, open palm hovering around like he was trying to find the words. "Everything you're missing. Current year is Eight Fifty-Two years after the Battle of Yavin between the Galactic Empire and the Rebel Alliance. I got some books back on the ship, if you know how to read we can get you set down with those."

[member="Loreena Arenais"]

 

[Loreena Arenais-Valhoun]

Lori just froze as she witnessed the vision brought on by touching [member="The Wonderer"] 's head. It was the first time that anything like that had ever happened to her before. How long did it last? Minutes? Seconds? For some reason she thought that the passage of time for her varied in that moment from what the stranger and [member="Orrico Wayke"] observed. Was the stranger even aware of it?

She lowered her hand and stepped back so that she was beside her pilot once again. While the two men conversed, Lori remained uncharacteristaclly quiet. She was too busy mulling over what she had seen and trying to understand it. Was it the future? The past? A dream? What was it?

Finally she focused on the present, catching the end of the conversation.
"Yeah. We've got food too, in case you're hungry. I don't suppose you remember when you last ate?"