Saber Geek
Maratton Skyhook
To be honest, Klar had almost no idea why Jedi Master
Ran Serys
had invited her out to the edge of the Galaxy for a survey. Her two students were exceptional examples of young Jedi, and would no doubt be of greater assistance. Worse, Klar could only assume that this time spent away from them was harmful to Master Serys' goals for them. It wasn't that she wasn't grateful for the opportunity to study more directly under a Jedi Master in the field - Klar absolutely was. But around and around, she chased her own thoughts trying to discern Master Serys' motivations. She came up short; she simply didn't know her well enough to say.Calimancha was a frozen planet about as far as one could be from Tython or Coruscant, recently made accessible due to the Planeshift calamity. Covered in glaciers and oceans, the only permanent settlement was Maratton - a spiny grey industrial port built into the corpse of a second empire Star Destroyer. It was, she gathered, why they were there: to study the 'Right to Rule' and learn what they could from it, determine how it'd come to arrive in Companion Grek, and ensure it wasn't a danger to the people of Maratton. Klar couldn't help but question this a little, as the people of Maratton had been slowly cannibalizing the carcass of the Right to Rule for centuries. If there'd been anything dangerous or especially rare there, it would have presented itself by now. Surely.
The only other thing that seemed to make Maratton worth visiting aside from the fact that it was the most convenient port between the Galaxy and the rest of Grek, was the Youth Festival. A species of subglacial pseudo-algae served as the only genuine crop worth speaking of on the planet, and it had recently been brought into the Galaxy. Said algae had been shown to have remarkable age-defying properties, and served as a remarkably effective life extender. Klar knew very little about it - she wasn't a biologist by any means - but it was her next best guess. This time of year, the people celebrated their life-giving algae crop with a festival known as the Festival of Youth, a time of food, pampering, and celebration.
Perhaps, Klar speculated, they were here to survey the planet since it'd been isolated with Grek until just now? Surely they couldn't be here for the Festival of Youth.
Bundled up and carrying a bag of supplies, Klar shifted beside Master Serys aboard the Skyhook while anxiously adjusting her scarf. The blonde Codru-Ji's eyes scanned the handful of of fellow passengers - not sizing them up, but simply taking them in. Not only was this the furthest Klar had ever been from Coruscant, it was the furthest she'd been from... anywhere, really. It was a little scary, but mostly it was exciting! The young woman couldn't help but drink in every detail, not wanting to miss a single moment of the new world as it came into view. Perhaps only dozens of people from Coruscant could have claimed to have even HEARD of Calimancha, let alone visited it! Such an adventure, even if she didn't know the purpose, was simply intoxicating on principle!
She wanted to touch everything. Talk to everyone. Record every word, every quirk and every flavor, and bring it back from the edge of the Galaxy to show everyone who would listen. To preserve this exciting new horizon in the Archives forever! How many things could they even bake, glaze, stuff, sweeten, or preserve in algae, anyway?? How did one funnel a whole cake?! Klar had no idea, but she was EXCITED to find out!
Klar also didn't want Master Serys to think she was a spaz or worse, too caught up in her own ambitions or the moment to be an effective assistant. Though she was bursting with the desire to explore Maratton and the Youth Festival, the Codru-Ji remained diligently sat on the Skyhook beside the Master, her four hands folded demurely on her lap. They only occasionally twitched.
"Is there anything you'd like to do first when we arrive in Maratton, Master Serys?" Klar asked as calmly and politely as she was able, her voice slightly muffled by her scarf.
