Relics of the Old and Followers of the New

[Aithne Charr]

@stardust [member="Xavka Duquo"]​

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Liberator Class Prototype Supercarrier.​

KRN Skyfall.​

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Solan leaned back in the chair that stood on the bridge of the ship he used as a command center in order to test its limits for Aurora Industries before he had chosen to send it through. But that was not its purpose today. It was simply the launch off place for his own personal shuttle in order to look for an item he had been curious about for a long time. Ulic Qel Droma's holocron. It was an item that was long gone from the hands of others and one that he was more than interested in seeing found once more so that its words could be shared. This was the problem he faced though in that fact so he had brought with him three others on this little adventure of his.​

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[The Talatheen Amalgam]

[member="Solan Charr"]

The Amalgam stood upon the bridge, near his cohort; however, rather than socializing, he was too fixated upon the inner workings of the command center, and restlessly paced along its breadth, uncomfortably observing the toiling workers who milled harmlessly about. He took so little with him, only its attire - including the inorganic mask and helmet that buried away the true nature of its expression; this all in addition to a wicked vibroblade that he had slung lazily against his waist, clattering and nipping against his metal knee with every step, so each footfall brought a small harbinger of clicks as he strolled about the stations. His heavy arms crossed bare over his large chest, one clearly robotic, composed of cybernetic bones that wove together in complex fashions for intriguing movements, more akin to some unfamiliar alien beast than that of a humanoid - whatever he may be beneath the mask. "No, no, no, no..." he grumbled gravely, his heavy head shaking to and fro with displeasure. He spun about on his heels and stormed off in one direction, paused, turned, then in the other direction.

He came to a stop near the window, head cocking as if searching for some distant speck of dust midst the stars; "My name is Talatheen and I-" he began, before swiftly interrupting himself; "No, no. Indeed, you will share the knowledge? Copies, will there be copies?" He turned to face Solan, oblivious to all others who may or may not be present, and continued: "I will help - no, I will make sure you are successful on the venture; but we- I must be stronger- become stronger. Not before, but during... after." His agitation radiated through his speech before the metal fist rose and subsequently slammed into his chest, a sigh of pain erupting from the self-infliction; then his rage boiled forth from the suffering. "Sorry, fear- it... it's strong. I'm told that's a good thing, yes? No? Nonetheless, bear with me, I have been talking an awful lot; I want to have my chance with what lies within the holocron, provided it does not - hurt... me. That's my condition."

 

[Stardust Solus Skirae]

Stardust exited hyperspace in her thunder star spotting [member="Solan Charr"]'s cruiser she smiled and radioed in"this is started I was invited aboard by solan permission to land"sge said transmitting landing codes and waiting for the good to go

After a few minutes she was given green and a landing area as she flew in and parked getting out and walking to the bridge entering and bowing"thank you for inviting me solan

[member="The Talatheen Amalgam"]

 

[Xevek Nekonis]

Standing at the back of the bridge, consciously separating himself from any interaction with any other being occupying the same space as he, was Xavka Duquo. As was customary for the Iridonian whenever he was out of a private setting with his Bond Mate, his form was hidden from view, lost within the folds of the heavy, dark toned robe that settled on his shoulders like a cloak of darkness. The perfect description of his mind, draped in the Dark Side of the Force as it was.

Ignoring the loud cacophony of voice and movement that rang within his inner ear, his sensitive hearing being able to hear the individual conversations as they happened. The scents of the different beings burnt in his nose. And it was the scents, specifically one in particular, that was drawing his attention. An armoured individual, pacing across the width of the bridge, Darkness clinging to them, was currently drawing his attention. The scent belonging to the being seemed to clash with itself, almost as if there was more than one scent.

Shrugging his shoulders, Xavka put aside the thought as a new being, a green Twi'lek entered the Bridge and quickly made her way over to the man that was heading the expedition that was the entire reason that Xavka was even there and not at his home with his Mate, Solan Charr. Moving forwards from his position against the wall, now that every member of the expedition was there, Xavka strode over to Solan as well. Bellow the cloak, his bared feet clicked against the metal beneath him whenever his claws touched.

"I'shuree tozu meni Xavka. Yot meni res'yide het dou jenor shuree keyn." Xavka's introduction was given in his native language, a mix of words and differently pitched growls. "I believe everyone is here." Xavka addressed Solan, giving the slightest hints of a nods of greetings towards Talatheen and the Twi'lek. His voice was low and gravelly, the result of the numerous scars that twisted their way around his throat, souvenirs from torture he had received when he had been a slave. "How will we be starting this little adventure, then?" The faintest hints of humour curled beneath his rather neutral tone at the question. "And Talatheen raises a good point. Will we be recieving copies of whatever knowledge we acquire?" The cloaked head of Xavka titled to the side slightly, a physical emphasis on his question.


[member="Solan Charr"] | [member="stardust"] | [member="The Talatheen Amalgam"]

Translation:

Spoiler

"I'shuree tozu meni Xavka. Yot meni res'yide het dou jenor shuree keyn." = "My name is Xavka. That is all you need to know."