Jake Daniels
Archduke of Dantella IV
.::.Chandrila.::.
.::.Heidenreich Historical Society.::.
.::.Early Afternoon.::.
The outside of the museum was abuzz in life. Throngs of people ranging in all ages, sizes, and species wandered about. Chandrila’s was in many ways like the Coruscant that Gravis had known from centuries prior. Sprawling areas of city with skyscrapers that seemed to want to touch the heavens themselves. The air was clean but not as pure as Honoghrs. That’s what made it apparent that Gravis was not from around here. The man coughed lightly as he stood, one hand holding firm onto his tacky cane. His nostrils flared the sniffled. His free hand wiping away at what moisture had begun to gather. A second breath brought a small cough. Gravis was sick.
A brutal but rare side effect of being frozen for so long was an illness known as cryosickness. For a humans body to be frozen in such a state then, in medical terms, to be violently unfrozen without proper preparation or procedure took an unexpected toll. Gravis was seeing those effects, he had for awhile. He was always tired and always ill. Sure there may have been a couple of days here and there where he felt fine. That did not last. His immune system was being slow to recover. His kidneys didn’t seem to function properly as each time Gravis had to use the bathroom they hurt. Perhaps the most telltale sign besides constantly being sick was the fatigue. His body, although gradually recovering, simply couldn’t keep up the physical activity as it once had. That was also ever present with the cane that supported Gravis' weight. The air was colder on Chandrila than Honoghr and his knee was already acting up.
“That sunburn is wicked.” Cody said walking up and handing Jake one of two tickets. The man was as tall as Gravis but leaner. He was bald and without a strand of facial hair. He wore a solid black suit; polished shoes, pressed slacks, a crisp shirt, and jacket that heightened his already appealing features. That was in complete contrast to Gravis.
Gravis stood in business casual attire that seemed just a bit tight. Beige pants that hugged his hips and a lavender polo shirt. He wore a burgundy belt which matched his own shoes. The outfit was Cody's; borrowed of course as the only clothing Gravis had was the set he got from Dantooine and the ritual robes left for him outside his chamber. The true difference was their physical appearance. Gravis, though sunburned, was also sporting tangled hair which fell to his chin. The man had simply run his fingers through it when advised to use a comb. He also had the most unkept beard in the galaxy; growing without any sort of tame.
“I feel like punching something.” The former Sith Knight snorted. Gravis didn't like dressing up. He hated it in all honesty. The man had grown content being sweaty and dirty while working on his family home. That was a comfortable Gravis. A comfortable Gravis tended to be a peaceful Gravis.
Cody understood what the wielder of Darkness was going through. Just a couple of days prior Gravis had been on Honoghr. He had fallen unconscious. When he woke Gravis had claimed to have had a vision of his purpose; the path he was currently on. Gravis seemed even more odd after waking; more on edge. The drive to find the power to bring back his family growing ever stronger.
“Well you can’t. Not yet at least. We need to blend in. Unfortunately your hair is doing more than enough to prevent that. At least you took a shower before we left. Don't have to worry about smell anymore.” Cody replied. “Just promise me something?”
Gravis looked at his comrade questioningly.
“I mean this with all due respect but lets keep the yellow eyes at bay.” Cody instructed. “We don’t want to draw attention to ourselves and you yellowed eyed people,” that’s what Cody and his Smuggling crew called Sith, “have a bad reputation.”
“Don’t worry.” Gravis replied. “I’ll do what I can.”
What Gravis did not tell Cody was the effects he was having on the force and vice versa. Sith, Jedi, and the non-aligned were taught to control their presence early on in their training. To be there but not be a beacon. Gravis was still trying to reconnect with the force. He was feeling a giant tug on it, the will of the force trying in desperation to pull him someplace. Gravis was not fates queen. He would find what he needed first. He would forge his own path. It was this inner paradox, the need to use the force but also to try and control it that caused the secondary effect, the effect Jake was having. Even the least trained pupils of any Order would have been able to sense the conflicted presence of a former Sith Knight.
Perhaps Gravis should have listened to the vision; should have listened to the bout's of deja' vu he was having.
The former Sith Knight glanced at the Heidenreich Historical Society building. Light grey concrete outer walls, with the occasional glass window. Modern in its design and yet simple. Pure. It seemed to be a common theme with new construction in the galaxy. Slowly both men walked towards the growing line to get into the large museum, Daniels fiddling with the wedding band as he did so, "Let's just hope they have what I need."
.::.Heidenreich Historical Society.::.
.::.Early Afternoon.::.
The outside of the museum was abuzz in life. Throngs of people ranging in all ages, sizes, and species wandered about. Chandrila’s was in many ways like the Coruscant that Gravis had known from centuries prior. Sprawling areas of city with skyscrapers that seemed to want to touch the heavens themselves. The air was clean but not as pure as Honoghrs. That’s what made it apparent that Gravis was not from around here. The man coughed lightly as he stood, one hand holding firm onto his tacky cane. His nostrils flared the sniffled. His free hand wiping away at what moisture had begun to gather. A second breath brought a small cough. Gravis was sick.
A brutal but rare side effect of being frozen for so long was an illness known as cryosickness. For a humans body to be frozen in such a state then, in medical terms, to be violently unfrozen without proper preparation or procedure took an unexpected toll. Gravis was seeing those effects, he had for awhile. He was always tired and always ill. Sure there may have been a couple of days here and there where he felt fine. That did not last. His immune system was being slow to recover. His kidneys didn’t seem to function properly as each time Gravis had to use the bathroom they hurt. Perhaps the most telltale sign besides constantly being sick was the fatigue. His body, although gradually recovering, simply couldn’t keep up the physical activity as it once had. That was also ever present with the cane that supported Gravis' weight. The air was colder on Chandrila than Honoghr and his knee was already acting up.
“That sunburn is wicked.” Cody said walking up and handing Jake one of two tickets. The man was as tall as Gravis but leaner. He was bald and without a strand of facial hair. He wore a solid black suit; polished shoes, pressed slacks, a crisp shirt, and jacket that heightened his already appealing features. That was in complete contrast to Gravis.
Gravis stood in business casual attire that seemed just a bit tight. Beige pants that hugged his hips and a lavender polo shirt. He wore a burgundy belt which matched his own shoes. The outfit was Cody's; borrowed of course as the only clothing Gravis had was the set he got from Dantooine and the ritual robes left for him outside his chamber. The true difference was their physical appearance. Gravis, though sunburned, was also sporting tangled hair which fell to his chin. The man had simply run his fingers through it when advised to use a comb. He also had the most unkept beard in the galaxy; growing without any sort of tame.
“I feel like punching something.” The former Sith Knight snorted. Gravis didn't like dressing up. He hated it in all honesty. The man had grown content being sweaty and dirty while working on his family home. That was a comfortable Gravis. A comfortable Gravis tended to be a peaceful Gravis.
Cody understood what the wielder of Darkness was going through. Just a couple of days prior Gravis had been on Honoghr. He had fallen unconscious. When he woke Gravis had claimed to have had a vision of his purpose; the path he was currently on. Gravis seemed even more odd after waking; more on edge. The drive to find the power to bring back his family growing ever stronger.
“Well you can’t. Not yet at least. We need to blend in. Unfortunately your hair is doing more than enough to prevent that. At least you took a shower before we left. Don't have to worry about smell anymore.” Cody replied. “Just promise me something?”
Gravis looked at his comrade questioningly.
“I mean this with all due respect but lets keep the yellow eyes at bay.” Cody instructed. “We don’t want to draw attention to ourselves and you yellowed eyed people,” that’s what Cody and his Smuggling crew called Sith, “have a bad reputation.”
“Don’t worry.” Gravis replied. “I’ll do what I can.”
What Gravis did not tell Cody was the effects he was having on the force and vice versa. Sith, Jedi, and the non-aligned were taught to control their presence early on in their training. To be there but not be a beacon. Gravis was still trying to reconnect with the force. He was feeling a giant tug on it, the will of the force trying in desperation to pull him someplace. Gravis was not fates queen. He would find what he needed first. He would forge his own path. It was this inner paradox, the need to use the force but also to try and control it that caused the secondary effect, the effect Jake was having. Even the least trained pupils of any Order would have been able to sense the conflicted presence of a former Sith Knight.
Perhaps Gravis should have listened to the vision; should have listened to the bout's of deja' vu he was having.
The former Sith Knight glanced at the Heidenreich Historical Society building. Light grey concrete outer walls, with the occasional glass window. Modern in its design and yet simple. Pure. It seemed to be a common theme with new construction in the galaxy. Slowly both men walked towards the growing line to get into the large museum, Daniels fiddling with the wedding band as he did so, "Let's just hope they have what I need."
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