G E O N O S I S
The young Dathomiri boy stood along one side of the rail car.
Through the transparisteel glass, amber eyes peered from out of the tram at the urban jungle that sprawled across the planet in a mass of durasteel and glass. Situated in the arid wastelands of Geonosis, Golbah City was an oasis. A modern metropolis that stood in contradiction to its spartan surroundings.
The arid climate and the urbanization made the youth's tribal customs seem primitive, so he had forgone the traditional loincloth for something more in line with the societal norms. The chang quan style shirt hung loosely on his gangly frame. The asymetrical divide between white and black embroidered with gold accents that seemed to accentuate the red skin of the deceptively Zabrak looking squire.
A length of zyed cloth tied at the waist served as the simple, rustic belt that cinched the outfit together. Simple, black trousers fell over the tops of his feet, which were bound in the traditional caligae sandals.
A short, metal baton at his side was the only indication that he was armed. Otherwise, nothing about him would have suggestion that he was part of the Knights Obsidian. The train slowed as it pulled into a station, depositing the youth on the platform as the doors to the train opened. A credit cube tracked the fare as the boy emerged from the commuter side to the starport proper.
The Obsidian Squire had visited the Order of the Silver Jedi as part of his training under the Mandragora. First at Onderon, where he had helped the offworlders to secure a monastery that served as home to a cloister of Ithorian holy men. Then, at Kashyyyk, where he had taken in the capital of the Jai and listened to their beliefs regarding the so-called Force.
But, even if he did share in their beliefs, he could still value the friendship that existed between the Jai and the Confederacy.
As part of which, he had invited one of the Jai to see the Confederate capital.
Waiting at the starport, the young Dathomiri checked to see if the boy's flight recorder had been logged yet or not. It seemed that Jerek of the Zenduu was one of those offworlders who styled themselves as navigators of the sea of stars that existed between worlds.
Jorah did not care for space travel. Star cruisers were vile creations. Artificial constructs that sealed one into a box of recycled air. Even the notion of space travel seemed wholly unnatural. Yet, it seemed a necessary evil of modern life.
Still, Jorah had no interest in this skill of piloting. He preferred to pass the time in space through training or indulging the moving images that were known as holo-vids -- activities that took the mind away from being segregated from the natural world.