Not Ordo
Just under the upper hand.
"It's said among our people the Jedi were our saviours. They gave us what we longed to find, a home, peace, an end to our warlike self-destructive path but to this day all we have given back has been silence and the memories of a galaxy on its knees. I'd say we owe them a good deal more." Ulu's journal entry taungsday 12, 856 ABY.
Eyes the color of glacial ice watched from the ship as it eased down on the twisted landscape beneath it. Her brown waist length hair was tied back in a series of small braids that were themselves braided together and resting over her left shoulder as she stood with the team from the legendary world Zenoma Sekot.
Her mother shed her mask of calm for a moment and shuddered before returning to her usual look of ageless serenity. The ship's struts extended and slowly the Sekotan transport settled and began to quiet. The walls nearly seemed to breath as they walked out of the piece of living technology with the rest of the 12 person shaper team.
"Ulu, ensure that the local peoples know we have come to help, my basic is weak, as you well know." Her mother said as they gathered at the foot of the boarding ramp.
"Of course, Mother." The young Yuuzhan Vong woman known as Ulu replied calmly, though within herself the thoughts and legends of Jedi danced like starlight on a rolling sea.
The team quietly began walking up the boarding ramp to retrieve their equipment knowing full well these people would not welcome them at first. In time however, and with effort they may be able to show them the attrocities wrought on Alderaan could be undone and had not been done by the whole of their kind but a select few.
[member="Corvus Raaf"]
Eyes the color of glacial ice watched from the ship as it eased down on the twisted landscape beneath it. Her brown waist length hair was tied back in a series of small braids that were themselves braided together and resting over her left shoulder as she stood with the team from the legendary world Zenoma Sekot.
Her mother shed her mask of calm for a moment and shuddered before returning to her usual look of ageless serenity. The ship's struts extended and slowly the Sekotan transport settled and began to quiet. The walls nearly seemed to breath as they walked out of the piece of living technology with the rest of the 12 person shaper team.
"Ulu, ensure that the local peoples know we have come to help, my basic is weak, as you well know." Her mother said as they gathered at the foot of the boarding ramp.
"Of course, Mother." The young Yuuzhan Vong woman known as Ulu replied calmly, though within herself the thoughts and legends of Jedi danced like starlight on a rolling sea.
The team quietly began walking up the boarding ramp to retrieve their equipment knowing full well these people would not welcome them at first. In time however, and with effort they may be able to show them the attrocities wrought on Alderaan could be undone and had not been done by the whole of their kind but a select few.
[member="Corvus Raaf"]