RC 212
HUNGRY HUNGRY HIPPO!
[member="Maya Whitelight"]
Location: Raxis Homestead, west of Keldabe. Mandalore.
The day was bright and the crops had just been harvested leaving Jack with an empty barren landscape to endure. The forest was nice and green, but brown dirt fields with rich soil stretched for miles around his small cabin and barn.
He grunted, shaking his head as he leaned against a post of his roofed in deck and sipped from a Stimcaf canteen. The warm nutty aroma filtered in with the wood smoke mingling in a strange smell under his nose. It was cold, but only a small bite of what was to come.
Dak was inside sleeping somewhere. Jack was expecting a guest today. A Master he'd found in the Archives on Voss before his trip to Yinchor. He'd always been rather astute at Navigation by instinct, reading intentions, persuading folks and moving things unexpectedly with his mind.
The Zeison Sha he'd encountered on Yinchor had sharpened that talent, introducing him to the power behind it, and helping him to focus. He knew the basics, but the abridged version. Zeison Sha used the force in a neutral tone, neither invoking Light nor Dark, simply moving their diskblades and utilizing aspects of it to survive. Then he'd met Jorus, who'd told him about his mother, and how she was a wandering Jedi and a Crafter.
Jack wanted to know more. He wanted a greater clarity of traditions outside his own. A greater grasp on the overall utilisation of this hokey mystical energy field turned reality.
So he waited, thoughts of how he would arrange his next crops floating through his mind, as wood smoke floated through the breeze.
Location: Raxis Homestead, west of Keldabe. Mandalore.
The day was bright and the crops had just been harvested leaving Jack with an empty barren landscape to endure. The forest was nice and green, but brown dirt fields with rich soil stretched for miles around his small cabin and barn.
He grunted, shaking his head as he leaned against a post of his roofed in deck and sipped from a Stimcaf canteen. The warm nutty aroma filtered in with the wood smoke mingling in a strange smell under his nose. It was cold, but only a small bite of what was to come.
Dak was inside sleeping somewhere. Jack was expecting a guest today. A Master he'd found in the Archives on Voss before his trip to Yinchor. He'd always been rather astute at Navigation by instinct, reading intentions, persuading folks and moving things unexpectedly with his mind.
The Zeison Sha he'd encountered on Yinchor had sharpened that talent, introducing him to the power behind it, and helping him to focus. He knew the basics, but the abridged version. Zeison Sha used the force in a neutral tone, neither invoking Light nor Dark, simply moving their diskblades and utilizing aspects of it to survive. Then he'd met Jorus, who'd told him about his mother, and how she was a wandering Jedi and a Crafter.
Jack wanted to know more. He wanted a greater clarity of traditions outside his own. A greater grasp on the overall utilisation of this hokey mystical energy field turned reality.
So he waited, thoughts of how he would arrange his next crops floating through his mind, as wood smoke floated through the breeze.