Tyaxiv
Peaceful Chaos
Location: the commenor jedi temple, the Archives
Objective: Fix your maps!
Tags: Mi'la Undari
A voice bounced through the serene halls of the temple, interrupting many as it passed. "WHAT DO YOU MEAN THIS IS ALL YOU HAVE?!" The source? A young wyrru diplomat. More accurately, the translator droid of said diplomat, with its volume dialed up to 200 to mimic the yelling of vocally communicative species. Peaceful Chaos would later learn this was much to high a volume, as it temporarily deafened many of those in the library and scared away birds half way across the planet. The second one is, of course, an exaggeration.
Peaceful Chaos was aware this galaxy knew little of the universe, but they hadn't expected the state of their maps to be so poor. They could barely travel a single galaxy out! "This cannot do! You don't even have the Ocean Lightning Galaxy!" The name of the galaxy, spoken as ocean lightning in the descriptive sign language of the wyrru, was pronounced as the "Vuskigt galaxy."
With a flick of the force, a holopad sailed out of a repulsor lift backpack and held in front of the wyrru, who faced an increasingly distraught librarian. "As you ally, I will not allow this thing to move. You should not be ignorant of these things." Advancing towards the rodian, Peaceful Chaos' headdress rang with the sound of metal hitting stone and vice versa. It didn't bother them, they couldn't hear it.
Perhaps it was the fact that what, for all sake and purposes, was an oddly headed, fifteen foot long snake approaching at alarming speeds, maybe it was the painfully loud yelling, or even the asserting confidence and odd colloquial language, but one of these three, or indeed perhaps all of them, sent the unfortunate knight toppling backwards.
"I'm sorry s-sir, you're not authorized to change any of the- of our records." The young man stuttered, overwhelmed by the odd being before him.
"I'm not a sir! Though your language has a poor translation for what I am. I am a them, an in between if you will! And I would not be changing it, you would! I would just be giving you the information to change. Airsick planet bound, can you not understand how helping works? It wouldn't be helping if i just did all the work for you!" Thrusting the holopad forward, the wyrru watched as the man only stumbled farther back, having not yet risen from tripping and falling over one of the many chairs. This was fine with them, in fact it was seen as polite. He was at their eye level, and staying far enough away to stay out of their blind spot when directly in front of them. Of course, to most species this was an alarmed gesture, one of defenselessness and panic.
Objective: Fix your maps!
Tags: Mi'la Undari
A voice bounced through the serene halls of the temple, interrupting many as it passed. "WHAT DO YOU MEAN THIS IS ALL YOU HAVE?!" The source? A young wyrru diplomat. More accurately, the translator droid of said diplomat, with its volume dialed up to 200 to mimic the yelling of vocally communicative species. Peaceful Chaos would later learn this was much to high a volume, as it temporarily deafened many of those in the library and scared away birds half way across the planet. The second one is, of course, an exaggeration.
Peaceful Chaos was aware this galaxy knew little of the universe, but they hadn't expected the state of their maps to be so poor. They could barely travel a single galaxy out! "This cannot do! You don't even have the Ocean Lightning Galaxy!" The name of the galaxy, spoken as ocean lightning in the descriptive sign language of the wyrru, was pronounced as the "Vuskigt galaxy."
With a flick of the force, a holopad sailed out of a repulsor lift backpack and held in front of the wyrru, who faced an increasingly distraught librarian. "As you ally, I will not allow this thing to move. You should not be ignorant of these things." Advancing towards the rodian, Peaceful Chaos' headdress rang with the sound of metal hitting stone and vice versa. It didn't bother them, they couldn't hear it.
Perhaps it was the fact that what, for all sake and purposes, was an oddly headed, fifteen foot long snake approaching at alarming speeds, maybe it was the painfully loud yelling, or even the asserting confidence and odd colloquial language, but one of these three, or indeed perhaps all of them, sent the unfortunate knight toppling backwards.
"I'm sorry s-sir, you're not authorized to change any of the- of our records." The young man stuttered, overwhelmed by the odd being before him.
"I'm not a sir! Though your language has a poor translation for what I am. I am a them, an in between if you will! And I would not be changing it, you would! I would just be giving you the information to change. Airsick planet bound, can you not understand how helping works? It wouldn't be helping if i just did all the work for you!" Thrusting the holopad forward, the wyrru watched as the man only stumbled farther back, having not yet risen from tripping and falling over one of the many chairs. This was fine with them, in fact it was seen as polite. He was at their eye level, and staying far enough away to stay out of their blind spot when directly in front of them. Of course, to most species this was an alarmed gesture, one of defenselessness and panic.