Alor of Clan Gred, Mando'ad'jetii
Location: Vercopaanir Farming Outpost (needs a bit of an update, bare with me), Taanab
Mig leaned back, taking a breath as he waited at the training grounds of Vercopaanir. He was there with Garil, and waiting for the Jedi to show to a bit of an offer he gave them. He offered to try teaching a class on his clan's beliefs in the Force, to help show Padawans and younger Knights who may not have experienced how the Force was viewed by other groups to get a taste of how others might see things. He was almost sure at least a few Masters would want to stare daggers at him for even suggesting this, but with how closely his clan had been working with the Silvers in recent years, he thought it would be a good idea.
"Well, Old Man, ready to be bombarded by quesitons." The old Trandoshan eyed Mig, his armed crossed, but hidden under the oddly baggy sleeves of his armor.
"Are you sssure the Jetii won't hate you affter thisss." It was clearly a joke as a hissing laugh followed, though Mig still wondered how this would go. He could always bring up that multiple species and cultures had their own views of the Force, but still he hoped no one was going to come and.... No. That wouldn't happen.
Mig leaned back, taking a breath as he waited at the training grounds of Vercopaanir. He was there with Garil, and waiting for the Jedi to show to a bit of an offer he gave them. He offered to try teaching a class on his clan's beliefs in the Force, to help show Padawans and younger Knights who may not have experienced how the Force was viewed by other groups to get a taste of how others might see things. He was almost sure at least a few Masters would want to stare daggers at him for even suggesting this, but with how closely his clan had been working with the Silvers in recent years, he thought it would be a good idea.
"Well, Old Man, ready to be bombarded by quesitons." The old Trandoshan eyed Mig, his armed crossed, but hidden under the oddly baggy sleeves of his armor.
"Are you sssure the Jetii won't hate you affter thisss." It was clearly a joke as a hissing laugh followed, though Mig still wondered how this would go. He could always bring up that multiple species and cultures had their own views of the Force, but still he hoped no one was going to come and.... No. That wouldn't happen.