Project Aleph

[Not Ordo]

Kal'izka was not the type to generally get involved and there were few things that could provoke him but he was no jedi. The Jedi had a code and he respected them for that but at times in nature things were not so black and white. He walked along, his staff clicking as he walked and for the first time since Ithor died at Yuuzhan Vong hands he carried a Veshok wood sword. His skill with force weapon was his first learned ability at the feet of a true master but then that was neither here nor there.

He was here to find someone and together, with effort, they would find something that he had remembered from the years following the Yuuzhan Vong invasion. He knew it was not what others would do but like his friend Je'gan he had never claimed moral superiority.

His Jal'shay armor on for the first time since their crafting he strode toward the meeting place designated and the galaxy held its breath.

[member="Seren Ordavo"]

 

[Velok the Younger]

[member="Kal Izka"]

Formal armor, wooden sword, ambulatory tree. Absolutely the last thing Seren had expected to see. He'd been leaning against the wall; one Dark Side-infused beskar shoulderpad scraped on permacrete as he pushed himself upright. His armor didn't have the coverage of beskar'gam or the Jal Shey suit that the Neti wore; it basically just covered his joints, gave him a little extra for a punch, elbow, knee or kick. It looked like crap, but it worked just fine.

"You Izka?" The unspecified weather of this unspecified world produced unspecified sensations on his shaven scalp. "Got the ten thousand?"

 

[Not Ordo]

[member="Seren Ordavo"]

It went as planned. The heavy bodied being pushed off the wall and asked directly for his payment. Had Kal any real understanding of proper social decorum he may have found it an abrutp greeting but he had live alone for a long time and it didn't even register.

"I am," he replied simply, "and I do."

He took a flimsi wrapped stack of cash credits and showed the man. His old grey eyes calculated the other beings size and demeanor. He wasn't sure he was completely correct in his assessment but the man seemed to be what his reputation suggested.

"When can you be ready to go?"

 

[Velok the Younger]

[member="Kal Izka"]

"You mean time to get supplies, weapons? You're looking at everything I need." The money was real, and if the tree held out on him he'd find a way to get it regardless. Ten thousand ought to do just fine.

"Who's driving? I brought a ship-" Obtained recently, and still not smelling too fresh, not with the last bounty hunter crew still decorating the bulkheads. "-but gas is extra. Or we can take your rig. I don't care much."

 

[Not Ordo]

[member="Seren Ordavo"]

"Mine is currently a BFF-1 bulk freighter." Kal replied, "but I've been known to acquire things as needed."

His appraisal of the man seemed accurate. Kal decided not to turn his back long but that was the nature of wild creatures, you never knew when they would bite.

"There is a derelict ship not far from Levatine space, a Nebulon B. I thought we'd begin there and then see what it leads to."

Kal listened to the force and felt a subtle tug on his chest. It was time to go.

"Follow me."

 

[Velok the Younger]

[member="Kal Izka"]

OOC/ Sorry dude - never got the tag, and then event happened.

IC/ Seren followed the armored Neti Forcewielder, expressionless. "Levantine space -- I don't get out there much. Not many do, I'm told. Not too far from the last place this stuff cropped up, but not too close, either. Tell me about this Nebulon. How long it's been sitting there, who's going to care, and especially..." He caught the Neti's upper arm, pausing them. "...what I'm killing. What'll be trying to eat me. I'm partial to my skin, and you wouldn't hire muscle unless muscle was what you needed, so detail it up."

 

[Not Ordo]

[member="Seren Ordavo"]


Kal stopped and looked down at the man's hand. It had been a long time since Ithor but the memories of all the wars haunted his ancient mind. He seldom spoke much about it and only referred to it breifly when he did but it was there all behind the old grey eyes. He made no moves to resist the man. His questions were all legitimate and smart for a person to ask and Kal would answer but for a moment his thoughts had gone to watching his home burn and the Yuuzhan Vong faces screaming murder at the galaxy.

"You're right. Please forgive my haste." He began as he collected himself, "The nebulon is old and likely abandoned besides droids and automated defenses but it also may be all vacuum by now. However, other things may have taken up residence. I hired muscle because I don't have full details and someone needs to bring back the package if I die. We are looking for research and samples of a pathogen called alpha red."

Kal met the beast of a man's eyes.

"Would you like to kmow more?"