Public Travel

[Myla Rentallia]

Confronted with the prospect of exploration was always something exciting. Traveling to a place like Naboo, less so. There was an old saying that nothing ever happened on Naboo. A statement that might have been absolutely true considering its location, vibrant landscape, and the wonderful amount of resources it provided. Though, it was good to be here to connect with the spirituality and nature of her own people. After all, Amarans would settle on and make colonies on planets like Naboo, and she could see why. The planet was beautiful. It was very much like Amar in its own ways and there always seemed to be the constant shift of trade goods, ships flying in and out from this beautiful place. Though, Myla unfortunately was never much of a naturalist. Instead, she was awed by a much different sight along this planet.

Droids. The battle droids of the CIS were something to behold, and it was the first time she'd properly see them in active movement, in large numbers, and beyond the holograms or repair tables of the Silver Jedi Concordat's repair garages. Myla loved technology, but she especially loved droids. Little Myla however was unsure on how to pursue her current mission of "spiritual connection" when she was so excited and she didn't have as much desire to sit and meditate on this planet. She felt in the tinkering mood, after having had a nerf steak with a small cake. It almost felt as if the young padawan was on a vacation as she went to explore and discover herself.

That was good she supposed. It as important after all she discovered herself and found peace within herself before trying to enforce and bring peace for others. Even though she felt as if needing an enforcer to maintain peace felt somewhat contrary to the idea of peace. Though, she was still young, somewhat snarky, and had yet to mature. She trusted the masters she supposed, but she was sure they couldn't blame her when she felt as if things were well...Boring. Working with a droid, or a ship repair, or tinkering in general was never boring. There was always a problem to be solved, a puzzle to be cracked, and seeing the final product always made Myla feel a sense of inner satisfaction.

"Ugh...I feel like I'm Je-dying on the inside." She whimpers softly to herself as her ears flatten against her head, waiting for some sort of diplomat to help her or something? She heard she was going to be a somewhat welcome guest here on Naboo, but other than the sights the planet had to offer her, she hadn't met a soul yet. The little Amaran was hoping something fun and exciting would pop up for her soon, because a bored Myla was one that tended to get into a little bit more mischief than what would normally be considered acceptable or appreciated. Then again, could anyone blame her? A fox like herself usually didn't just get their wiles but also the fox's laurels.

 

[Taiia Mataan]

//: Allyson Locke //:
//: Theed, Naboo //:

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Taiia had just left her home as she headed toward the market, the streets were as busy as ever, also taking note of a couple of droid patrols that maintained peace in conjunction with the Royal Guard of Naboo, that was of the normal variety so she paid it little mind to the trappings of everyday events, but today something was different.

Taiia was attuned to the force in ways many others may not be and sometimes it just had unique ways of turning her attention to something of interest in this particular case it seemed to be an off-brand bit of humor that caught her attention, the redhead paused midstride and looked around before her eyes settle on a small fox, Taiia was a whole foot and change taller than the little fox and saw her ears flattened against her head. Giving a smile she walked over and knelt beside her.

"Everything alright friend?" green eyes studied the little creature, she was totally unfamiliar with this species but she tried to set aside her curiosity for the moment.

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[Subject 648 Slipknot]

Taiia Mataan Myla Rentallia

Chitchitchitchitchitchit. Not again. Why did these things always happen to him?

Slip ran around the streets, searching. Chit, how did he manage this? How did he always screw things up? He ran down the streets of Theed, scanning the crowds for the person he was assigned too. How did this happen?

Slip stopped in the middle of a crowd, scanning each person for the person he lost. He had been assigned to greet and introduce a new Padawan, some sort of young fox girl. Slip hadn't ever heard of the species, and he was a bit curious. But, he couldn't have declined it even if he wanted too. It was an order, not a request, and Slip couldn't disobey an order.

As soon as he found her, he had lost the girl. What was her name again? Mya? Mia? Milo? M... Myla! That was her name. He had managed to find Myla, but as soon as he found her, she disappeared into the crowd. Now, here he was, scrambling to find her.

Then, behind him, he heard somebody clear their throat. Slip turned around, and saw one of his hallucinations, The Shadow Man. The Shadow Man turned, and pointed towards something past the crowd. Slip squinted, looking at where The Shadow Man was pointing. There, he saw the small fox girl, and next to her was... somebody with red hair, though Slip couldn't identify them.

Slip ran over to them, moving through the crowd to them. Once he reached them, he stopped, panting, hands on his knees. He looked up at Myla. "Miss Myla..." He said, panting between words. "Please don't... run off like that."

Slip stood up straight, and looked at the other woman. "Sorry, ma'am, she's with-" Then, he recognized the woman. Oh no... she was an Obsidian Lord, Taiia Mataan, at least, Slip thought that was her name. Oh great...

Slip stood up even straighter, his face turning red. "S-sorry, Obsidian Lord Mataan, ma'am! I didn't recognize you! I apologize if Myla here has caused you any trouble!" He said, embarrassed at his failure to keep track of Myla.

Perfect way to start the day...

 

[Myla Rentallia]

When confronted with the approach of those about her, more specifically the older woman, she had to tilt her head when called friend. "Do I know you?" She asks unironically, tilting her head in some confusion as she kneels down before her. She would have asked further until a voice calls. One that asked her not to run off. One that seemed to show a sense of embarrassment for her? "Huh..." She rises, and with it, she has to wonder what everyone was so worried about. Did they think she was going to cause some sort of international incident or something? No. Surely not. She was calm, cool, and collected. At her full height, Myla was around 4'2", shorter than most, and her lithe form made her seem very childlike, but she seemed confident and good natured in her stance.

"Geeze, you're turning pink. You look like you've run across the entire planet to find me." She says with a slight smirk as she lets the tip of her tongue show, and with it, she turns to the older woman. "My name is Myla. Myla Rentallia, Padawan of the Silver Jedi Concordat. I'm here since the Order's given me some time to discover myself and visit this planet, seeing my species lives here in places like this, and to help me "discover myself." Whatever that means." She seemed dismissive of this Slip fellow.

After all, as far as she was concerned, she did nothing wrong. "Hrm...Slippers. Do you know where we're supposed to stay? I dunno." She seemed so innocent in her annunciations, as if she was indeed but a young child with little else but honesty in the things she said or did. "I'm bored." She says with a tilted curl upwards of her jowls, her ears twitching lightly as she longed for something to do; something productive anyways. A girl like Myla got bored if she didn't have something to preoccupy herself with, and frankly, there was little she really wanted to do other than wander, work on some droids or other things, or maybe progress her training. The last one was a little bit iffy however.

After all, she never boasted herself the best fighter. Then again...Did she need to be?

 

[Vyse de Valorous]

Vyse was walking the market, he had left the citadel of the order to restock on supplies. After the battle of Rhand he had allowed time to recover and that meant burning though his stockpiles, thus he needed more. He was wearing his leather robes in case there was some incident so he at least had some armor. As he started his shopping spree though the busy streets he was keeping an eye out for any issues, people or more likely the patrols in need of help in these areas. He gave a smirk as he had a funny thought, let's see if the force had anything to point out to him. Pausing in the bustling streets, closing his eyes as he paused. Tuning in with the force and seeing what it revealed to him.

After a moment something stood out to him, it was away from his first stop but he wanted to see what it might reveal. Walking down with caution, after all it might not be a fun thing he'll find. As he turned a corner he was surprised to find it was something quite enjoyable. Taiia Mataan , it gave him fond members from way back when the citadel had been located on Geonosis. Fast walking though the thick crowds in a bit of a rush to reach her before she left. He cut though the busy mobs as best he could till he made his way over, seeing her speak to small seemingly girl Myla Rentallia of a race he had not seen before.

"Ah Lord Mataan! It has been some time." The squire said in hopes that she would remember him. "Have you been well? I've been away studying aboard mostly." He then looked to the small girl, focus of everyone attention realizing he might have been a bit rude as she was likely speaking with her. "Oh, sorry I didn't mean to intrude so bluntly on your chat. I am Squire Vyse, it's a pleasure to meet you you." He said extending his hand for a shake. Aiming to try and charm his way out of any potential rudeness.


Subject 648 Slipknot