The Librarian of Petrite
Location: Lumis, Nathema
Equipment: Micro-blaster, the Librarian's Spacer Leathers, Lightsaber, supplies,
Tag: The lovely Greer Caimbeulaich , The Regal Eina L'lerim-Vandiir , The Villain Giborot Habat , Aelina Corsanis , and Vaxis
The small squirrel kept pace well with the taller beings as the dove into the city. His eyes took in each sight, and his heart quickened. A soft whisper left his lips, echoed against the stone tiles. "It's beautiful." His right gloved hand went over his heart, and he bowed his head, as if in prayer. Eina's question startled him out of his revere. For a second, his banter with Greer had made him forget the unnaturalness of his being. His mind floated back to his time on Korriban. The very struggle to survive filled him with purpose and life. As he learned about the force, it gave him wings in ways he never could have imagined before. He settled into his life as a new creature, a new entity. He still remembered how the force used to feel. But now? While he could still tap into it, it was like he was manipulating it from far away. Still, it was a hell of his own making.
Xio hesitated a moment, but slowly he began to speak. "My name is Tyth'xio. I'm a Commodore in the Eternal Empire's Navy. Before that, I was a xeno-archeologist, anthropologist, and historian. I'm still a member in good standing with the Archeological Association. It wasn't long after I had managed to escape my Chains that I joined with an exploration team of a dead world being mined heavily. It once had water, atmosphere, now was covered in Gravity anomalies, you know the type of place. Something big happened. An earthquake was caused by mining, and a fissure formed. Inside of it was a city in very good shape. Some type of ancient force cult. Long story short, I didn't wait for the rest of the team. I got cocky. I found a pair of artifacts, one light, one dark, and I inspected them. As I got close, it nearly ripped me apart. Localized force nexi, they cancelled everything caught between them at that distance."
He took a deep breath and let it out slowly. Breathe. "Force body, and my exploration leathers which helped keep the force at bay some, similar to these, allowed me to survive. But I was never the same. A void in the force. My presence, my powers, it all leaks away into nothingness. But I'm still alive. But words from the wise: Be careful. Don't rush in. It can lead to things worse than death." The man stretched tall and shook his head. He slapped his cheeks and walked next to Greer. He listened to her speak intently. As she warned him, he puffed out his cheeks indignantly. "Why, my lady, I will have you know! I could never force myself to harm something this beautiful. I assure you; I am in as much awe as you are. This is amazing. It dates back thousands of years, I am sure. Yet, look at the stonework, it's like it was in suspended animation." The man's voice was breathless, almost childish in its wonder. "To defile such a place goes as much against my code as it does yours. I do hope to get sketches, write down the findings, and once the exploration is done, to enter into negotiations with the proper authorities for a small number of artifacts, but beyond that, I am here to protect it."
However, the man grinned up at Greer mischievously. "Still, it's good to know you find me charming. It's also likewise. However, when threatening potential burglars, it may behoove you to not use a threat that can be mistaken for a good time." As the reached the door, and Greer commented on going first, the Librarian laughed softly. "My teacher was the same. So that I could learn what to, and not to, do. If you would like, I will happily stay at your side."
Tyth'xio's black eyes glanced back at Eina. No, she would never make a proper Eternal Empress. However, her light would terrify the dark. She would make a perfect Kaiser of the Ashlan. If she did, maybe one day they and his Order could come to proper terms. Maybe.
They moved into the church. His eyes looked around, and once more he began to sketch. Hands reached out reverently to touch the pews. His sense of the force may have diminished, but he still could feel the swirl of it around him. With wide eyed wonder, he explored the sight in front of him. He imagined the lives of the ones who sat here, holding his breath as the rest of the world faded away. Until the Ithorian smashed through the window.
Eina would be the most aware, as the void that surrounded him grew, it threatened to devour all it could grab as his anger rose. His small eyes stared at the ruins of the broken pieces. Who knows how many people it had taken to create it? How many years it had stood for? Who had gotten married under its light? How many lives had been touched by it? This Ithorian represented everything twisted and sick in this galaxy. However, before his rage could overtake him those sweet words replayed in his mind.
There can be no freedom without passion.
Through passion, I find strength.
Through strength, I find patience.
Through patience, I find peace.
Through peace, I find freedom.
The Force shall be my tool, my weapon, and my guide.
"Now, I don't have Spice, but I do have some cigarettes. Would you like one?" He asked the man holding the disruptor. His little face scrunched up, and he reached into his jacket pocket. "Oh, put that thing away already. You look silly." He pulled out pieces of paper from the pockets. "No, where did I put those?" His lightsaber was pulled out. "Flashlight? No…AH!" He kept the lightsaber loosely in one hand and pulled out the pack of cigarettes in the other. His small hand lifted them in the air towards the massive Ithorian with a smile on his face.