Private Show Yourself

[Pretri Mapore]

Location: Seswenna
Tag: Kel Qyr Savuk
Thread Premise: Chance meeting

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Travelling was just the way that things went for Light Hand Jedi. Unlike their counterparts who were lightsaber first, questions later, the Way of the Light Hand was all about personal journeys and self-discovery. They were to do no evil unto the Galaxy, but help it in turn. Unfortunately, sometimes that meant taking public transit on the cheapest ticket to nowhere. That was the thing about the Force, wasn't it? It knew so much, yet shared so little of its intentions. "Come on... can't I get a hint?" Pretri mumbled under her breath. Why here? Nobody went to Seswenna. It wasn't a particularly interesting place, so...?

Boots hit the metal of the spaceport. Various lifeforms jostled her around, intending to either schedule their next flight or get going to their destination. The Sevari sighed deeply. Sometimes, she wished that there was a magic map that said, 'Hey, Force stuff is over here!' But alas, all she could do was follow her instincts. And instincts said... food! Food was always a good place to start. Meandering her way through the throngs of people like a scrap of fabric in the winds of Sevarcos II, Pretri honed in on the nearest cantina. She didn't drink, of course, but dive bar food was a guilty pleasure of hers.

And that was when felt something. That was always how it went for Pretri. Dreams of a vivid nature were common for her, likely due to spice exposure on a level only Sevari could tolerate by blood. That was why she relied on this sensation she called a 'tingle' or a 'ping.' Much like a radar, something in the Force bonked up against her, turning her in the direction it came from. For days and weeks on end, it was just the direction of Seswenna... but now it was specific. Like a small needle magnetically pulled to...

"You?" Pretri gawked, looking at the Kaleesh. Force-sensitives of their kind weren't common, much less seen outside of some training environment. Jedi or Sith, those two always snapped everyone they could up. And, like a holofilm, everything around them blurred into nothingness. People slowed, almost negligible to the odd sensation. The couple in the booth were nothing, as were the gamblers at the table. There was just that Kaleesh who looked so out of place. Pretri tried to ground herself against the countertop, but the Force really wanted these two to interact. Gritting her teeth with some kind of tired smile, she said, "Hey, uh, I swear I'm not drunk. It's just the Force an' all... please tell me you feel that?"

 

[Kel Qyr Savuk]

Why am I here? That was a thought that went through Kel like an echo chamber. Hallucinations, he reminded himself. They were getting worse. He'd been to 'mystics' on his travels. They always said the same thing. They were premonitions, dreams in the waking world. That couldn't be right. No, it wasn't right. Kel Qyr Savuk was a hunter, a marksman from a Kaleesh village. He was a warrior most of all. He wasn't some prophet! But didn't he meditate? Wasn't that the only thing that stopped the visions from being so violent? He wanted answers.

Leaning onto the counter, Kel scarfed down the fried meat, meat he couldn't discern. He reached into the cup, taking another piece from it, eating it under his mask. The cantina had good food, in his opinion, better than most places. He groaned, rubbing the side of his head. Another flash of headaches. They weren't as bad as they used to be. Thank the Gods, otherwise, he'd be on the floor, crying.

He steadied himself on his walking stick. Everything felt so fuzzy, like slipping into sleep. Damned those mystics! He'd been to the holy sites, he'd looked for help! Nothing worked! What was happening to him? Why did the galaxy, the Gods, the force, punish him in such a way? He had no idea, of course. Then something happened, shocking and unexpected. The world crawled, slowing as if it were meant to.

Then there was this woman, whom he'd never met before.

"Hey, uh, I swear I'm not drunk. It's just the Force an' all... please tell me you feel that?"

Kel stumbled, dropping the cup, still rubbing his head. "Excuse me? What do you-" He groaned again. It took a few seconds for him to recover. There was a pull, between the two of them. What was that feeling?

"The force?" He said, confused. "I don't- I'm- who are you?" He finally asked. The world seemed to resume its original pace.

Pretri Mapore

 

[Pretri Mapore]

Pretri hated playing the part of the crazy loth-cat lady who danced through cantinas and the like on her quest for enlightenment. But the Force made it really hard to look sane to those who didn't feel the tugs, the jerks, and the strange urges. When she came up to the Kaleesh, things seemed to become less unbearable, which told her it was the right move...

But that look the man gave her told her that it wasn't quite perfect. A hunch could always be right, but it could always be wrong too. Yet it was the second wave of feeling that passed over the other sentient which confirmed the assumption to be true. She didn't even bother responding to the half-baked statement.

"Yes! The Force!" Pretri chirped, stealing a seat next to the Kaleesh with enthusiasm. The dizziness was finally subsiding enough for her to take a reasonable position and resume her normal energy. "Oh, kriff, I forgot to-- I'm Pretri. Pretri Mapore. I guess I'm kind of a Jedi, but not the kind who goes around fighting much. More of a... philosopher? Maybe?"

There was a twinkle in her eye as she looked at the Kaleesh. "An' you seem like you got one hell of a connection. What's your name? I have a feeling this was supposed t'happen!"

Kel Qyr Savuk

 

[Kel Qyr Savuk]

"Suppose to happen?" The initial confusion was gone, his mind was at ease. How had he gotten into this mess, this situation, this ordeal? The force, she spoke of. He had something of a connection to the force?

He edged back in his seat. A Jedi? No, that wasn't true, that wasn't true at all. There was no way this... Lady was a Jedi. But there was something there, he felt it in his core. She asked his name, but he did not respond for a moment. He chuckled, nervously rubbing the side of his head. No, no, no, there was no way this was happening. He went to stand up, but quickly found he couldn't. Another bout of headaches set in. Constantly setting in, it seemed.

"My name is Kel Qyr Savuk." He said, leaning against the counter. "What are you talking about? What do you mean I have a connection? Connection to what?"

He'd realized what was going on. She was another mystic, ranting about his place in the galaxy. Well, those mystics couldn't stop the visions, he doubted this one could. His head throbbed again. But there wasn't any harm in trying, right? Besides, what's the worst that could happen?

He leaned in close to her. "You're Jedi? You know about the Force, mystic power sort of things?" He breathed heavily. "What do you know about dreams, visions?"

Maybe she could help him. Maybe this was his way out. He'd never spoken to an actual Jedi, and maybe she wasn't one. But frankly, he was too desperate to care.

Pretri Mapore