Private The Moment

[Jairdain]

Sitting on the bunk of her ship, Jairdain was meditating. Her memories were wandering around through her life. Not too much from the time when she was young but from her late teens until now. Mostly sticking to the time when was with the Sith. This was not a time in her life that was very happy about and maybe still needed some form of closure on it.

Even though the woman was blind, she still closed her eyes while meditating. Opening them now, she returned to the present and moved through her ship to the cockpit. Finding some peace in the heavens brought her back to the current situation. She had no idea what to do or where to go.

Listening to the call of the Force though, she instructed her navicomputer to pick the second closest system from where she was currently located. Hardly even knowing where she was, she trusted the Force now and allowed it to guide her passage through this moment in her life.

After a few hours of flight, her ship came out of hyperspace and she searched for a habitable planet in this system. Finding one, there appeared to be only a few settlements of people and she picked the smallest one she had found. Bring her ship down to the planet, she didn't actually land in town but decided on being just outside of it.

If this place was not welcoming of visitors, she could leave in a hurry...

Salvor Arnex

 

[Salvor Arnex]

“Aren’t you excited?” She asked him as they walked through the small village together. She was skipping and he was stalking. The differences between them were highlighted in how they moved. She was light, carefree, unbothered by it all and he was coiled, deliberate, calculated.

“I am.” he told her blankly.

“You don’t seem excited.” She said offhandedly as she hopped up on a low wall and began walking across like she was on a tightrope.

Salvor watched her with intense violet eyes that stood out in contrast to his yellow skin and the black tattoos that covered his body and face. He was an Iridonian, a race known primarily for their tattoos of which he had many, their horns of which his grew in two rows starting just before his forehead and going all the way across and stopping just above his neck, and their pride of which he had an abundance.

He was young, just over two decades old and plain faced with a look that suggested the only time he’d ever had fun was by accident. His face may have been plain but his body was a warrior’s. A machine of muscle made for making an enemy’s day go badly.

She hopped off of the wall and rounded on him quick as a snake. “Stop staring.” She told him as she poked a gloved finger into his chest. He only stared harder

Not just in the way they moved, they too were opposites in their dress. He was dressed in all black leathers. His boots and his jerkin were inlaid with Emori leatherwork, a form of artistic leatherworking in which a geometric network of small cuts and divots was carved into the piece creating a pattern that flowed across the leather. The pattern on his jerk resembled falling leaves and on his boots it was made to look like those leaves had collected on a forest floor. Both designs were color white to contrast the black leather.

She was dressed in silk. Dark blue with gold accents. The clothes hung tight to her body which was athletic and muscled. She was of the sith species with distinctive red skin, sharp bone spurs that protrude out from where eyebrows should have been giving the appearance of eyebrows and a pair of tendrils that hung from her high cheekbones. Her face was sharp, angular, predatory, and beautiful.

“It’s okay to be afraid, pup.” She teased him. His only response was to step closer to her, a veiled and unspoken threat as he stood a whole head taller than her. She was not impressed. She was never impressed. “Don’t worry little brother, I won't tell father.” She said turning and skipping off toward their destination in the little village: the market.

The market was small like the village itself and hardly ever got anything interesting or beyond what the people here needed. Luxury was not common and yet every month father would send for one or more of his children to come down and look for anything unusual. Salvor and Sabriel were looking through a stall of fabrics when a ship flew overhead and landed just outside of the village.The young Zabrak and his sister exchanged looks. It was not at all normal for a ship to come and land here. Sure at the big town where they lived and learned there was a landing pad and there were often visitors but not here, even the merchants who sold goods to this small village would have taken a speed or a shuttle from Heomyr.

“Go back to the speeder and get home.” He told her in an icy voice.

“And you're going to do what exactly?” She asked serious for the first time.

“Evaluate. It may not be a threat, just some lost spacer who ran low on fuel or a smuggler looking to offload goods here instead of back in the big city.” He answered.

“And if it isn't a smuggler or whatever and it is a threat, then what pup?”

“I will handle it. Now go, father will want to hear of this.” He told her this time with more force in his voice.

“You don’t have any weapons.” She reminded him.

“Won’t need them. Now go.”

She opened her mouth to argue more but thought the better of it and took off the way they had come to go find their speeder and travel back home with news of a visitor.

Salvor however stayed in the market and kept browsing stalls on the outside appearing as though nothing were changed, all the while reaching out with the force trying to find the newcomer and see where they were going once they left their ship, if they did at all.

Jairdain

 

[Jairdain]

So far so good for the Jedi. Nobody came out threatening her but again nobody had exactly welcomed her. Being received in such a neutral manner was fine with Jairdain. Coming out of her ship, she started walking the short distance to the small town. Noticing right away, this appeared to be a market day, she smiled to herself a little.

For the most part, she did not keep many trinkets but sometimes she picked one up just because she liked it. Approaching the market, at first she did not pick up the attention she was getting from Salvor. What she did feel were a few odd looks from the shop keepers but they still helped her out when she asked questions.

Around her neck, a small green wolf was curled and he looked at the various goods in front of them. Some whispering happened and turned in that direction. Focusing through the Force, she only saw a group of kids. They scattered when they realized she had spotted them. Not sensing any threat from them, the Master returned to browsing the market.

After another minute or two, she felt like she was being watched. This time there were no whispers or anything, just a feeling. Nothing that set off her mental defenses or anything, just that she had the attention of somebody. Moving to the next stall, she picked up a fruit and asked about it. Getting the information she wanted, she paid for it and moved away again.

Taking the fruit and Sage, she sat down to eat it on a corner. Leaving all avenues of approach open if this person wanted to talk to her.

Salvor Arnex