Shadows of the Past, Vision of the Future (Coalition Dominion of Manaan and Zeltros T2)

[Joza Perl]

“What?”

That statement applied to nearly everything said after she’d entered the bathroom. The nearly nude man seemed to have no idea where he was as he argued with the two enamored women who were trying to pull the other two into an impromptu orgy. Joza could only assumed that he was spiced out of his mind.

Then the pair went back to making out, leaving the stranger to approach Joza about pants. She took a moment to look at him—teeth appeared to be straight, skin bright and eyes weren’t glassy which was odd for someone on drugs.

“What do you mean you don’t know where we are?” Finishing washing her hands, she wrung them out twice. “We’re in the women’s bathroom.” She paused, realizing that more information may be needed. “This is Club Blush. Can you explain to me who you are and how you got here? And why you look like you just stepped out of the shower?”

The authorities would be called if necessary, or perhaps one of her heels would end up in a certain posterior.

[member="Theodosius Organa"]

 

[Theodosius Organa]

[SIZE=18pt]The Great Walk[/SIZE]​

I hear the Breath speak, a gentle whisper that is sung and is carried upon the wind. It guides me, it nurtures me. I tend to its celestial gardens. This symbiosis with The Living Force, it is a binding contract, one that I so freely give with all of my spirit. This trust I give, it is unrestrained, an unconditional act of love and respect.​

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The Great Walk, it is the Kashi Pilgrimage. It is a long quest, a crusade to aid the Living Force. One may journey this path for atonement. Another may just walk this path to seek to reconnect. Any Kashi may take the walk. To do so, it takes unconditional faith and the price of memories.-Theodosius Organa​

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[SIZE=18pt]Zeltros[/SIZE]​

Club Blush​

[member="Joza Perl"]​

Post #4​

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Theo mentally put this on one of the most embarrassing moments in his life he could remember. He had been whisked away on a many of occasions but this was the first time he was nearly naked.


This was also was not the first time he was looked at he was crazy after asking where he was. The scenarios were almost all the same. He would ask. They would look at him like he was crazy, most of the time they would tell him where he was. Some other times it did not go over so well. He still needed to know where he was to get home though.


The bathroom, yes he knew that…he continued to listen.


Club Blush, where was that?


“Explain who and why”, Theo asked in a form of a question. It seemed fair. He just asked where he was. Well he could tell the truth. Would see understand? There was one good thing that crossed his mind. Today at lest he could remember his own name, well his first name!

“My name”, he was just going to tell her the truth and trust in the Force.


“My name is Theodosius”, happy he could remember his name today, Theo gave a smile.

“I am a Kashi Guardian of the Breathe. I was actually just summoned here by the Living Force”, here was the tricky part why he was here. He may be incorrect. His mind was distracted by emotions. It may not be the birth control pills he was mad at after all. Or maybe it was?


“As a Guardian it is my duty to go where the Living Force Wishes. I help to bring balance. Unfortunately I’m not always given fair warning before I get tossed through time and space to a new location. This time I had just stepped out of a shower. Luckily I had wrapped myself in a towel at least”, Theo still did not know what planet he was on or if there was still more to do. Hopefully he would be able to do it while wearing pants.

 

[Makai Dashiell]

Manaan | Objective : Stuff and Thangs, Salacia Edition | Post : [ 3 ]​

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Sigh escaped him. Zeltros was so close yet so far away.


After his escapades on Bespin he had been under the close eye of both his Father and Mr.Zej. Any hopes of dashing off and seeing if all the rumors about Zeltros were true remained simple day dreams. There was the long lecture about how the planet was no place for a fifteen year old boy, about how he already caused enough trouble on Bespin alone. It was back to reality and back to work, only no salvage operations this time.


Grounded. Literally and figuratively.


Feet dangled in the water, watching a wave build. Sun beat down on his back, blue-green scales shimmering bright against his tanned skin. Mind drifted to [member="Myra Elspeth"] . After Bespin he had plans for visit his best friend at her home. It had been ages since he spent any real time at her family's compound, ages since he spent time with his sort-of surrogate mother. Despite his age, Makai found himself wanting a piece of advice and to bask in the natural motherly warmth the Trade Queen seemed to exude from every pore.


Maybe when he wasn't grounded. Or maybe a message to Miss Arceneau would help his convince his father to let him to take the trip.

 

[Faith Organa]

Objective: Convince Manaan to join
Post 6 of 22
Location: Manaan Council

Faith felt like a wolf cat on hot coals had she said enough? Had she said too much? What was taking so long? Her brown eyes filled with concern and worry watched the doors to open. She wanted to will them to open. Clasping her hands together she sat down remembering to breath.

She had said what she could in reflection she knew her words did not hold power or presence. It was a wish washy plea at best. What was she thinking? She had better speeches than what she had said to the Council. Was she already losing her touch? No. Couldn't be that.

Faith was so wrapped up in her thoughts the doors opened she did not notice until Chata touched her arm. "Yes" She looked, "Oh thank you" She rose up and re-entered the room.

She tried to read the faces of those around her for the first time in a long time she did not know. It was becoming evident that she had been isolating herself too much from those around her, from the political field, and relationships with others planets. the result was this...uncertainty in her own ability.

"Ambassador Faith please sit"

She did as bid like a small child waiting to be chastised she sat in the chair her hands resting uneasily on the top.

"Your words while meant to have good intentions have not really changed our thought. You offer protection that either we can provide our selves, or obtain ourselves. You offer trade which we can arrange without being part of the Coalition." The Council leaders were now all watching her their eyes staying on her.

"You're right. I did not say anything that would convince you to join the Coalition. Least not anything that can't be done without the Coalition. " Faith averted her gaze for a moment she looked at the room it was beautiful. It reflected Manaan the shades of blue the depths of the oceans. "You're right. You can buy a shield. You already have your own sovereignty."

Faith thought for a moment, "the mando'ade are there on the otherside of your space as they move taking into their care all that they encounter." Perhaps that is what Faith needed to do, something she had not really considered this moment.

"Let me reach out to the Mando'ade and see if they are receptive to a trade agreement. The Coalition will negotiate on Manaaan's behalf to them. I would from this meeting arrange another meeting to discuss how much kolto they could use at a fair price and keep relationships calm between all of us. The Queen of Alderaan would be your representative."

Faith was taking a chance but she had to do something other than be weak in her proposal.

The Council nodded to each other speaking in soft whispers that Faith could barely hear, "The Mandalorians could just come and negotiate for themselves. Keeping peace on Manaan is high priority given our past."

Faith nodded, 'They could do that. Do you wish to take the risk that they don't? But I understand wanting to keep peace and protection your home. I feel this way about Alderaan. I would use whatever influence I have, that my family has to keep peace."

Chata sat beside Faith listening his own curiosity peaking he wanted to ask questions.

Faith had another bit of information she could use, "FWC has been to Manaan before, my daughter and her friend killed a leviathan that was causing problems for Ahto City and the shipping lanes. The Coalition really does only want to help."

The Council nodded, "Yes we remember Laira and Elipsis they were extremely helpful." The Council did not seem completely convinced,
"We will need a day before we can answer your newest proposal"

Faith nodded, "thank you. I have a meeting on Zeltros next, even Zeltrons could use kolto ([member="Joza Perl"] )

 

[Joza Perl]

Joza had no idea what a Kashi Guardian or a ‘Breathe’ was, but she understood enough about the Force to know that it worked in strange ways. Which was something she’d always had difficult with given she liked her control.

“I…” She wasn’t sure if she believed him, though he seemed to be perfectly calm and pleasant right now. If she wasn’t a Force user herself, she likely would have kicked him out or sent him back into the crowds assuming he was a super high spice addict. But it…made a little sense if she tilted her head to the side and squinted.

Sort of.

“Let's get you some clothes first." Gesturing with her head towards the door, she stepped back onto the main floor of the club, making sure that the nearly nude Theo was following and leading him to a sort of staff break room near the bar.

The room was small, a few couches, a table and a small fridge along with a few boxes of various items. Digging through one, Joza would pause every so often to size him up before producing a spandex wife-beater style tan ktop with a pair of very tight, very short shorts. If one were to turn them over, they'd find "Boy Toy" written on the butt with glitter. She tossed them over to Theo before swiftly taking a seat on one of the couches, legs crossed and arms resting along the top header of the sofa. “Here, this looks like to be the only one in your size. They’re extras from a performance we do during Ladies Night.”

She shifted one leg over the other.

“It’s a very stylish thing for a man to wear on Zeltros.”

Maybe she was telling the truth, but the little grin tugging at the corner of her lips may speak otherwise.

[member="Theodosius Organa"]

 

[Theodosius Organa]

[SIZE=18pt]The Great Walk[/SIZE]​

I hear the Breath speak, a gentle whisper that is sung and is carried upon the wind. It guides me, it nurtures me. I tend to its celestial gardens. This symbiosis with The Living Force, it is a binding contract, one that I so freely give with all of my spirit. This trust I give, it is unrestrained, an unconditional act of love and respect.​

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The Great Walk, it is the Kashi Pilgrimage. It is a long quest, a crusade to aid the Living Force. One may journey this path for atonement. Another may just walk this path to seek to reconnect. Any Kashi may take the walk. To do so, it takes unconditional faith and the price of memories.-Theodosius Organa​

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[SIZE=18pt]Zeltros[/SIZE]​

Club Blush​

[member="Joza Perl"]​

Post #5​

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Theo watched and waited. Theo watched Joza’s expressive pleasant features. There were a multitude of emotions that played upon her posture and through her facial expression. Yes Theo noticed that Joza was a woman. Yes Theo knew them well. Stuff like being full of complex emotions. Emotions he knew that he would never fully understand! He also knew they were full of trickery, with all of their in-e and out-e bits. Yes their curves and other things we shall refine from mentioning. It was all witchery for some unknown evil purpose.


She stuttered, and then she said she would get him some cloths. Theo followed even though this very well could be a trap.


Theo followed her out the door. Through the main floor of the club, wait, what? There were lots of people bouncing around, dancing, and who knew what else. There Theo was casually walking through in just a towel. Theo, his memories scattered as they were. Somehow, someway, he felt a presence of himself. If he was going to do something he might as well do it well!

Theo did not just follow Joza. He smiled. He was charming. He was joyful. He strutted way through the crowed. He was just in a towel. The people in the club… that he, Theo had interacted with. They smiled. They were joyful. Some of the women tried to tug on his towel. Theo had nearly lost it several times. There was even a few credit chips tucked in-between his towel had his hips. Some of the credits came from men. That is supposed to be a complement, right?

After all that excitement, Theo had still managed to keep up with Joza. Did she intend for that to happen?


Anyways they had come to another door. She opened the door. They went in. Theo walked around the room and Joza looked for stuff. Stuff that was supposed to be clothing?


Theo happened to be looking at plant in the room when Joza started to say something. She was holding a pair of shorts and a tank top. She tossed them and Theo caught them. He used one hand. The other hand was still holding up the towel. Well sort off. The towel all most fell off again. They were from a performance? Ladies night?

Zeltros she said. Ok That made sense of all the things he was seeing tonight. Now he knew what planet he was on.


“My dear”, Theo smiled. He tossed the shorts and tank top over his shoulder for a moment.


With his right, he extended his fingers out. They traced over the plant. His finger began to glow green. The plant began to change, an application of the Force. Life began to happen. It shifted early into another seasonal pattern. The plant began to blossom flower pedals, bright vibrant pink pedals. What should have taken days to happen, it happened in seconds as he took a few steps closer to Joza.


Theo was standing. Joza was sitting down. This room had no changing stales. If he dropped the towel to change, Joza would see everything. If he did not drop the towel he would not be able to put the clothes on. This was not even touching the fact Theo would look like a striper if he put on those cloths.


“Am I expected to change in front of you”, Theo asked. What game…is she playing, Theo thought to himself.

 

[Joza Perl]

“Uncomfortable with that?”

She glanced up at him, smiling in an oddly polite manner.

“I can look away to preserve your innocence.” Her smile seemed to thin and lengthen before her eyes found the flower that had been fed new life. Plant surge? It had been one of those abilities that eluded her during her Academy days. That and healing—the gentler, more nuanced arts were something she only had a tenuous grasp of before slipping away altogether.

Her eyes dipped lower, down to his waist where she could see several credit bills stuffed between the towel and his skin. “But it seems to me like you’re suited for this sort of thing, Theodosius.”

If the man had garnered actual monetary attention just by walking around in a towel, then she had no doubt he’d kill it on stage shaking his moneymaker. Not that she was about to whisk him away onto the stripper pole or have him work one of the bachelorette parties in a private room. Not unless he wanted, of course.

[member="Theodosius Organa"]

 

[Laira Darkhold]

Draco waited patiently, that word could describe him sometimes, aboard the diplomatic vessel for Faith to return from the meeting with the Selkaths. Being the Prince Consort of Alderaan had its perks and allowed him into many meetings if he desired, but not always. This meeting hadn't required Faith to be accompanied by her husband and hadn't needed him to provide any consultation on defense and such, so he had remained behind. Lying in wait if you will.

The big man wore a shirt and slacks, deciding to go for comfort rather than form or appearance and currently sat in the same recliner he had taken from Monastery when the Order of the Sacred Lotus had their peace meeting. No one had said anything when he walked out with it, so Draco decided they were good people. At the very least the Amish Jedi made good, comfortable furniture.

He flipped through the channels on the holoscreen before him, lots of information about fish and beaches, which struck him as stereotypical of an aquatic planet. Perhaps a beach trip would make a good date night for he and Faith. After their trip to Zeltros and back maybe the two of them could hit one of the private areas on a beach. If they had the time and if Faith had the energy.

[member="Faith Organa"]

 

[Faith Organa]

Objective: Convince Manaan to join
Post 7 of 22
Location: Manaan leaving to head back to the ship, next destination Zeltros [member="Draco Vereen"]

Faith hated leaving on these terms but she had an appointment to honor on Zeltros and hopefully in a day the Council will have completed enough deliberations to be able to provide her an answer. In the meantime she made her way back to her ship.

Chata nodded to Faith, "As soon as a decision is made I will contact you."

Faith smiled, "Chata I hope you remain the liasion here on Manaan for the Coalition. You have been helpful." He had sat next to her watched her wring her hands but she knew that he had a difficult position to fill in keeping her from making mistakes of protocol. "I hope we talk soon"

Faith walked slowly with Chata towards where she had come into Ahto City. "You know Chata if this goes through we will need a representative to come to Alderaan perhaps the Council would allow you to come. I can show you around a bit, show you our small ocean."

Chata huffed a bit Faith assumed it to be laughter, "Yes Mam I would love to see the oceans of Alderaan." They quietly talked about Alderaan as they walked she spoke of the green valleys and trees. He spoke of the depths of the ocean that she had yet to see, which reminded her she needed to reach out to [member="Myles Davorak"] and [member="Rashae"] before she left. Be sure they were alright. Faith did not think that the official of Manaan would hurt her staff but she wanted to be sure.

Chata stopped at the door where The Alderaan Royal Guard waited, "Until we meet again" Faith walked towards the ship while Chata watched. They were approaching the ramp Faith was slowly letting her concerns show. What if they didn't call?

She walked into the ship headed for her rooms, "Let me make a few calls before departure once I"m done we can leave."

She walked to her private rooms on the ship sitting down hard on the bed as she raked her fingers through her hair shaking her head. She just did not feel good about this, not one little bit.

 

[Myles Davorak]

Post: 4
Location: Lab 3B
Allies: FWC
Enemies: None (yet)

The team was working fluidly, which was always Myles' main objective. Hawkins went to work on installing the module they needed to monitor situations on Manaan.

"Sir is Hale, I got an underwater vessel approaching the vicinity fast, ETA would be around 2-5 minutes. Orders?"
I knew this would be too easy.

"Hold position Hale, if they dock; inform them that it is unsafe to proceed further, tell them that we are working with harmful chemicals to repair the Life Support Systems. We will prepare in case the disregard your warning."

At least the equipment they had looked like Engineering gear. Myles, Hawkins and Parker would stay in the center of the room "working" and repairing the Life Support System. If someone were to question them a little too much, lights out.

With the vessel fast approaching, Hawkins commented "Once they leave, I should be wrapping up here in ten. We should be good to go sir. Ill also need to run some diagnostics and make sure that we are fully patched in"

Davorak smiled and added "Good work Hawkins, let's maintain our cover, then once they leave we can finish the op"

Now it was up to Lady Luck to see whether or not their uninvited visitors would see through them or look the other way.

 

[Rashae]

Objective: Observe Progenitor and samples (or be observed)
Post count: 4



Rashae unobstrusively stuck a passing Firaxan shark with a micro needle extractor to garnish a few cells of the creature. The needle was a special needle made of a strong alloy. It could pierce a Rancor hide. The scientist only needed a few cells. It didn’t hurt the creature, though it was a little startled and swam away. The sample was properly tubed. Rashae looked at the bare half a pinky nail amount of blood and flesh. As another passed the cage her and her assistant was in, her hand went out to run along the side of one of the larger Firaxan. Their rate of aging was not clear as some text give 30 years, some 60, while some yet give over 100.

Kolto was reputed to be ingested by some to extend their life. There are rumors of it working but those isolated incidents seemed random with no consistent data. What was consistent was how Kolto assisted in the cellular repair and renewal process. Bacta would speed up the mitochondrial action of the cell splitting. Kolto did the same thing with one very important difference. It had an uncanny knack of maintaining cellular integrity as cells split and duplicated. Kolto truly regenerated tissues. There were several theories and heated debates on how. Rashae had her own. The woman didn’t quite like a question unresolved.

By local tradition and what history was out there eluded to a strong connection to the Firaxan sharks, the Progenitor and the people of Manaan. No one yet had been able to piece together the puzzle of how or why or if it was even substantiated. There was a shift in the reactions of the Firaxan sharks as quite a few of them scurried away.

“Minister, incoming. SHE is headed your way. “ Came the transmission.

It was like a veil had parted as the great creature Progenitor slowly came into view. She was larger than the text, larger than rumor. Rashae found it breath taking. The creature was one of a kind and the reputed origin of what some of Manaan consider everything.

“Keep recording.” The woman said softly to her assistant.

“I havnt stopped.” He said just as quietly.

“Everyone else back to the Sub Mariner. “ She ordered.

Sound carries in the water. It carries quite a bit far in waters like this. The Progenitor came around the large ancient Kolto bed as she seemed to be rubbing against it. Rashae got the impression that she was inspecting the Kolto. The big shark ponderously kept moving closer and closer. She was as large as a whale. The Doctor loaded another micro needle and small tube. Her hand went out of the cage spaces and put her hand on the Progenitor as it passed. There was a moment where she drifted into the awe of it. It was as if the creature and herself had a moment of oneness oddly. The big shark disappeared in the ancient Kolto bed. She was cussing at herself for hesitating to get the sample, but honestly, she wouldn’t trade the moment.

“Did you get all of that?” Rashae asked behind her.

“Yes ma’am. Every second. “ The man said as he hoped they would make it back alive.

The out of the other side came the large beast again, just as slow, just as ponderous as if to circle them again, as if the Progenitor was odd to say examining them.


[member="Faith Organa"] [member="Myles Davorak"]

 

[Theodosius Organa]

[SIZE=18pt]The Great Walk[/SIZE]​

I hear the Breath speak, a gentle whisper that is sung and is carried upon the wind. It guides me, it nurtures me. I tend to its celestial gardens. This symbiosis with The Living Force, it is a binding contract, one that I so freely give with all of my spirit. This trust I give, it is unrestrained, an unconditional act of love and respect.​

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The Great Walk, it is the Kashi Pilgrimage. It is a long quest, a crusade to aid the Living Force. One may journey this path for atonement. Another may just walk this path to seek to reconnect. Any Kashi may take the walk. To do so, it takes unconditional faith and the price of memories.-Theodosius Organa​

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[SIZE=18pt]Zeltros[/SIZE]​

Club Blush​

[member="Joza Perl"]​

Post #6​

Uncomfortable? Preserve his innocence?


Ok maybe he was a little. He did not know why though. If he could remember, he would know his mother [member="Arianna Organa"] always told him to show respect to the ladies. How would he be showing this lady any respect if he showed his everything without even buying her dinner first?


Still Theo was baited and like a dumb male he fell for it.

[SIZE=16pt]The Towel Dropped![/SIZE]​

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The towel hit the floor as well as several credit bills. “Suited for this”, he asked while trying to put on a really thigh pair of very short shorts. It was talking him a little while. “People actually wear these things”, he looked a little befuddled.

It was talking a little while. Then he realized something. On each side of the shirts was two buttons. He was to unbutton them first. Thinking about this, it made sense. Who would want to wear something this tight with a zipper on the front? That would be a painful experience! It was talking a little while but he was working on getting those shorts up!

 

[Amelia von Sorenn]

Post: III
Allies: Free Worlds Coalition
Enemies: None
Objective: The Zeltros Guard
Location: Traveling to Zeltros

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Lifting the heavy helm from her brow, she set it down upon her desk as she stepped further into her quarters. A soft sigh escaping her lips as she carefully removed the cloak before slipping off her breastplate. A soft smirk remaining upon her lips as she knew that the Knight-Lieutenant was still within the room. Carefully removing her armor, she set it upon the stand in the corner. A slight groan escaped as she stretched before carefully removing the formfitting bodysuit.

With a flick of her wrist she threw the garment to the corner, her nude figure on display as she sighed. The scars reminded her of her past, kept those memories fresh in her mind. Slipping from the room she stepped into the refresher, the cold water pouring over her as she placed her hands upon the wall. As she stood there her thoughts began to wander for a moment, going between Fiore, her loyal right hand and where the young woman might be in that moment. Then her thoughts shifted to someone else, to the young woman she had changed not too recently, the one that she had taken to bed.

Shaking her head free of those thoughts, she leaned forward, the cool water pouring through her raven black hair. Slowly she pushed herself up away from the wall, standing tall as she ran her hands over her figure. The next few minutes were devoted to ensuring that she was free of any dirt and grim of the day. Reaching from the refresher, she wrapped a towel around her before stepping into her private quarters.

"You did not need to stay Jiktar, or did you see something you liked?"

"Would the answer make a difference? Or was I supposed to join you?"

A soft smirk slipped across her lips at the quip thrown to her. Slipping to her desk, she sat down, leaning over to pull a new bodysuit from the nearby dresser. Carefully she pulled the formfitting bodysuit over her figure before standing, a small shimmy here and there to make sure the suit slipped over her curves as needed.

"Countess, we're about to drop from hyperspace."

The voice rang out over the com in her room, a small smile tugged at the edges of her lips as she moved to the console. A slender finger pressed firmly before she spoke.

"I'll be there shortly."

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Amelia's Forces:

• Cardinal class Corvette (1)
• Sigma Praetorian

 

[Joza Perl]

#6

Down went the towel and Joza lifted a brow in mild surprise. She expected the man to insist on a more private changing area but he’d gone with it like a true native.

Her eye’s locked onto his naked glory before shifting focus to take in the full picture—gaze flicking back and forth between his nude form and the screen of her datapad where a message and popped up.


“They do,” She informed, voice even. “Zeltron culture has always embraced a more provocative way of dress. Is this your first time here, Mr. Living Force?”

Her lips tilted upwards in a small, appreciative smile.

[member="Theodosius Organa"]

 

[Laira Darkhold]

Draco sat comfortably, shoes still on the floor beside his stolen recliner on the ship in the private room absentmindedly watching the holoscreen on the wall. Not that he really cared what was on, only that it was better than staring mindlessly at an empty wall until Faith returned.

When she did return to the ship, her gait and the way she held herself betrayed her to him, though in public she carried herself well enough to fool all but those closest to her. She was exasperated, and likely a little worried about everything that had transpired during her meeting with the Selkath. Manaan was a war torn planet that had been reconstructed a few times throughout history, and its recent history involved a lot of strife and pain at the hands of galactic governments. The Free Worlds weren't those governing bodies, but the Selkath didn't have any reason to trust outsiders or take them at their word. Faith was in for an uphill battle with them and her current temperament expressed that she was done with the first part with more left to struggle through.

"Sooo," Draco asked while turning the volume on the holoscreen down low enough that they could talk normally without it interfering with them. "Did it go alright? Do you need a stiff drink." He could use one of those as well, "Or a massage, or both?" His hand reached for the lever at the side of the recliner and lowered it so he could get up, or at least sit up and look attentive. "I like the idea of both. And on a beach."

[member="Faith Organa"]

 

[Theodosius Organa]

[SIZE=18pt]The Great Walk[/SIZE]​

I hear the Breath speak, a gentle whisper that is sung and is carried upon the wind. It guides me, it nurtures me. I tend to its celestial gardens. This symbiosis with The Living Force, it is a binding contract, one that I so freely give with all of my spirit. This trust I give, it is unrestrained, an unconditional act of love and respect.​

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The Great Walk, it is the Kashi Pilgrimage. It is a long quest, a crusade to aid the Living Force. One may journey this path for atonement. Another may just walk this path to seek to reconnect. Any Kashi may take the walk. To do so, it takes unconditional faith and the price of memories.-Theodosius Organa​

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[SIZE=18pt]Zeltros[/SIZE]​

Club Blush​

[member="Joza Perl"]​

Post #7​

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“It is my first time I remember being here”, Theo answered truthfully.​

“I have very little memories of my past”, there he went again being too honest. People would not understand what is means to be a Kashi and a Guardian of the Breath. To give complete trust in the Force? Most people can’t give complete trust to their spouse.

Theo swirled the wife beater t-shirt in the air, then tossed it over to Joza.​

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“I have come to a conclusion”, he said with a smirk. What was the Kashi thinking?​

Theo picked up a metal silver whistle that was on the break room coffee table. It had a dark purple cloth cord that was bedazzled with sparkles. He casually put the cord around his neck, “I think I will hang around this Club Blush for a little more tonight.” Theo blew on the whistle and then spoke again, “Who knows, maybe someone will have some fun.” Theo was still uncertain why he was here. He will just have to mingle a bit longer and find out.

 

[Faith Organa]

Objective: Convince Manaan to join
Post 8 of 22
Location: Contacting [member="Rashae"] and [member="Myles Davorak"] before leaving with [member="Draco Vereen"]

She looked over to where Draco sat in his chair, least his socks weren't all over the place and he had managed to keep his slippers near the chair.

"I have to pass a test of my own design to provide them some assurances that the Coalition is not going to reek havoc on them." Faith fell back on the bed staring up at the ceiling. "Some things will never be forgotten. We think Mandalorians never forget, I'm convinced no one forgets its just that Mando'ade coined the phrase first."

She sighed again staring at some twist in the ceiling that was supposed to look like a design. "I have to bring them a contract for kolto either from the Mando'ade or from the Queen of Zeltros" She rolled to her side to look at Draco "I know Riduur you would like that very much and I'm sure we will find some time on Zeltros after my meeting with the Queen. Right now I have to reach out to Dr. Lovuos make sure she hasn't been eaten, and check on Myles to see if his team was successful."

The fact that the selkath already knew of what they were doing and had not filed formal protest gave her a glimmer of hope. She slid off the bed kneeling for a moment and then stood up, it gave her time to stretch.

She would send messages to both

//Transmit to Rashae

How goes hunting for the Progenitor? Found it? Is it as ugly as the pictures? Do you have you samples? How much longer do you think you will be? And lastly any of the inhabitants giving you problems?"

Faith
//end transmission


//transmit to Myles -

Are you and your time secure? Have you been able to set up? Do you need more time? Are there any local inhabitants giving you problems?

Faith
//end transmission

 

[Laira Darkhold]

"They forget plenty of things." Draco said with a laugh, "Everybody's memory is selective. When they need something, they only remember all the good things they've done. When you want something, they remember all the bad things anyone has ever done, exaggerated them many times over, and made it sound like it was all you."

He stood and moved over to the cabinet quietly. It was true, they had not been on the ship long enough for him to make any kind of serious mess in their quarters yet. Yet. "Sounds like you could use something to help you relax until we get there then." From the cabinet he withdrew two wine glasses and a bottle. Alderaanian Emerald wine from Faith's winery on the Apalis Coast. Not incredibly old wine by any means, but still a decent vintage reserved for the Royal Family. With his teeth he pulled the cork from the neck of the bottle and poured some of the green liquid into each glass. He waited patiently while she typed in her messages, staying quietly out of her line of sight until she was done before he sauntered back to her.

A hint of grapes wafted from the bottle while Draco moved towards the bed, holding one glass out to here and taking a large gulp of the other. "Here, sip on this while you wait for your calls and send your messages, and then once we leave I can give you a nice little massage on the short trip to Zeltros." The large man smiled widely at the brunette princess, his grey eyes observing her softly. "Soooo, sound good to you?"

[member="Faith Organa"]

 

[Joza Perl]

#7

She still wondered if he was on drugs, but at least he wasn’t yelling anymore and was rather amenable.

And…generous in certain areas.

Her danger sense didn’t flare as he didn’t seem intent on causing her harm, though she had to admit that this would have been the most enjoyable assassination attempt ever if that had been the case.

“Going native already?” Her grin widened as she stood, slowly smoothing out her skirt with both hands. “With that attitude you’ll fit right in. I’d stick around to be your official Zeltros guide, but I’m afraid I’ve got a meeting soon.” The leaders of the Free World’s Coalition and Galactic Gliz’s cutest couple, [member="Faith Organa"] and [member="Draco Vereen"] would be paying her a visit at some point tonight and she was eager to host them.

She took another look at Theo, marveling at how quickly he seemed to go with the flow. “Until then, would you like a drink?”

[member="Theodosius Organa"]

 

[Theodosius Organa]

[SIZE=18pt]The Great Walk[/SIZE]​

I hear the Breath speak, a gentle whisper that is sung and is carried upon the wind. It guides me, it nurtures me. I tend to its celestial gardens. This symbiosis with The Living Force, it is a binding contract, one that I so freely give with all of my spirit. This trust I give, it is unrestrained, an unconditional act of love and respect.​

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The Great Walk, it is the Kashi Pilgrimage. It is a long quest, a crusade to aid the Living Force. One may journey this path for atonement. Another may just walk this path to seek to reconnect. Any Kashi may take the walk. To do so, it takes unconditional faith and the price of memories.-Theodosius Organa​

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[SIZE=18pt]Zeltros[/SIZE]​

Club Blush​

[member="Joza Perl"]​

Post #8​

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“A drink with you my dear”, the words flowed from Theo’s lips a bit sugary but alluring. He was always a bit dramatic. Even at a time when the galaxy believed Theodosius Organa would be King of Alderaan and his sister [member="Faith Organa"] would remain on Mandalore with her husband Dar’yium and her son Bud.

“I would be most delighted if I should have your company”, offering his arm to Joza like she was a lady among the Alderaan court. There he was standing there in just short shorts. How deliciously scandalous this was! If only those gossiping spinsters in the Alderaan court could see this!