Wanderer
The hot winds of the scarred world soon gave way to a cool darkness as they entered the cathredral factory. En as they ran, he caught glimpses of intricate stonework and carving - it felt like a sacred place, though he could briefly recall from the Galactic Republic's history lessons as a padawan that this very factory probably produced weapons that had been used to kill clone troopers thousands of years ago. I'll have to keep an eye out for anything like that too, won't I?
But that thought quickly faded into obscurity as that inkling of danger he had felt earlier changed to something else. Aggression violence, and death. Familar feelings to someone who had been forced onto the battlefield time after time, whether against dark siders or the Bryn'adul, but he sensed neither's presence here. He could sense fear and curiosity as well, which made him even more curious...and wary.
The man rounded a corner and nearly plowed into several brown-robed individuals. Fear permeated the group, and for a brief second, he wasn't sure why, until his eyes fell upon the hulking form of
Krek Libera
, her children, and a newly deceased corpse in their midst. He had only briefly encountered Twon Ketee in his stumbling around the Outer Rim, and the few he had met hadn't exactly been very talkative, nor very bright. But he had seen one very handily pick up and move some cargo containers that even a binary loadlifter would have trouble with. For a split second, he considered that it might have been accident of some sort, but the injuries that the being had sustained didn't exactly look unintentional. He briefly gave his padawan a side glance.
"Lanyria, you should step back for a moment..."
The nautolan nodded and retreated back towards Aleena Aryss, whose example the rest of the xi charrians quickly imitated . As they did so, the man unclipped his lightsaber from his belt, but he didn't activate the blade. Instead, he briefly titled his body just slightly to the side as he stared down the Twon Ketee queen.
"What happened here?"
But that thought quickly faded into obscurity as that inkling of danger he had felt earlier changed to something else. Aggression violence, and death. Familar feelings to someone who had been forced onto the battlefield time after time, whether against dark siders or the Bryn'adul, but he sensed neither's presence here. He could sense fear and curiosity as well, which made him even more curious...and wary.
The man rounded a corner and nearly plowed into several brown-robed individuals. Fear permeated the group, and for a brief second, he wasn't sure why, until his eyes fell upon the hulking form of

"Lanyria, you should step back for a moment..."
The nautolan nodded and retreated back towards Aleena Aryss, whose example the rest of the xi charrians quickly imitated . As they did so, the man unclipped his lightsaber from his belt, but he didn't activate the blade. Instead, he briefly titled his body just slightly to the side as he stared down the Twon Ketee queen.
"What happened here?"