Caelag Vass was not, to put it politely, a capable shaper. Not born on Kro Var, not immigrated, but rather inspired to find shapers and learn from them away from the homeworld of her chosen art, she had little instruction, little control. Her potential, as a Miraluka, was drastically greater than her ability as of yet, and it showed in everything she did. She was not a capable shaper, a warrior of the Force capable of standing in the way of those who stood against her nation. Yet, there were ways to even this disparity, to make the methods she employed greater, even as she herself lacked the power to shape her will as she desired of her own ability. These methods, they would be her crutch, and eventually her tool in the fight to protect all she held dear. To this end, she had reached out to one of the few she trusted, the few she might consider a friend. The Preator, with his duties, would not be suitable, and perhaps the one she had chosen too would have been poor in this regard. However, Princess Aster Rose Baelor was hardly a difficult choice for her duty today.
For you see, neither girl was exceptionally learned in the Force, or at the least in Force Imbument of an item. So their duties, Caelag in finding the method and techniques to make the tool with which to shape her will, and the Princess in learning more of her power. So, it was today that they had arraigned to meet, to learn, and the reason the High Colonel, donned in her unusual casual wear similar to what one might expect from a school teacher in winter (which was to say, slacks, a buttoned shirt, and a very thick, heavy coat overtop) carryied the blade made for her by Iron Fury Industries to be imbued to the meeting. After all, if they determined the way to do this, she wished to waste no time in making her attempt to imbue the weapon. A cloth was wrapped around the blade, so it would not accidentally cut anyone, leaving the golden colored hilt visible as she cradled it in her arms.
The first to meet her was a Wolfsglaive member, and Caelag smiled a bit sheepishly. The last two times she'd been around these guards, they'd either been killed in action or had been attempting to arrest her. And she could almost swear this one looked like the man she'd instinctively taken down when she first met the princess. She could be mistaken of course.. in either case she cleared her throat, and spoke calmly and directly to the guard. "Hello.. shall I take it that the Princess is not far off?"
Edited by Caelag Vass, 31 October 2017 - 06:16 PM.