Gevaisa Rha
Character
Gevaisa narrowed bluegreen eyes at the oppressive heat and humidity of the Iridonian climate, leaned back against the rented landspeeder, and examined the name on her datapad: Hamakk Nek'Vyshtal, Zabrak. It was the result of one of many inquiries she had sent out.
The twi'lek retrieved a small pack from the speeder and slung it over her shoulder, muting a sigh. No wonder there was so much fighting over this planet... this climate probably made them so aggravated they'd have fought over what to have for breakfast, she thought with a brief flash of irritation.
The perspective she was studying had dryly opined that ideological differences between the Sith and the Jedi were behind most of the upheavals in the galaxy. The twi'lek's head tails flicked in wry amusement at this observance. "Good for them. It keeps historians in business," she had muttered to herself.
Scanning ahead through the lengthy treatise, Gevaisa had frowned at the portion on the New Sith Wars, and scratched a few handwritten notes on the vague references to recruiting methods and training practiced by both sides of the conflict.
"Academies," she had mused, "Training academies?" Gevaisa selected another data volume to search, both lekku twitching impatiently as this new avenue piqued her interest and rerouted her hunt for information down a different path. "Sith training academies... Ryloth," she smiled. "Dathomir, Korriban, Dromund Kaas, Nar Shaddaa, really? Nar Shaddaa?" she asked herself skeptically. "And... Iridonia."
Propping an elbow on her desk, she had thumped the terminal with exasperation. "Is that all? Nothing more? What happened to that one?"
Why isn't there anything else about the one on Iridonia?
She didn't know much about Iridonia to start with: Fought over for millennia, produced a good number of pilots and fighters, definitely not on the tourist or entertainment circuits... not exactly enough to make any inferences on some missing information on a single academy in the very distant past. Mulling over this omission for several hours (distracted hours in which she ignored one comm message from her broker, another from an art gallery, and three in rapid succession from the aforementioned holodrama producer, then managed to burn the delicate souffle she had started to prepare), she had decided to seek answers in person. She sent off a missive to the university to which she was attached, ensuring that the proper clearance would be provided--they were accustomed to this sort of thing from her, and it usually yielded a profit for them, eventually.
I'll need a contact on the planet. Someone's got to know more about this.
Gevaisa turned back to her terminal.
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The twi'lek retrieved a small pack from the speeder and slung it over her shoulder, muting a sigh. No wonder there was so much fighting over this planet... this climate probably made them so aggravated they'd have fought over what to have for breakfast, she thought with a brief flash of irritation.
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PREVIOUSLY:
Gevaisa had been three days deep into a treatise on the great Galactic conflicts of ancient times; the producers of a documentary holo-drama had wanted a historical consultant, and while the great wars were not her forte, she was flattered to be considered for the job. As such, it had behooved her to make it her forte by examining the works of other sentients.PREVIOUSLY:
The perspective she was studying had dryly opined that ideological differences between the Sith and the Jedi were behind most of the upheavals in the galaxy. The twi'lek's head tails flicked in wry amusement at this observance. "Good for them. It keeps historians in business," she had muttered to herself.
Scanning ahead through the lengthy treatise, Gevaisa had frowned at the portion on the New Sith Wars, and scratched a few handwritten notes on the vague references to recruiting methods and training practiced by both sides of the conflict.
"Academies," she had mused, "Training academies?" Gevaisa selected another data volume to search, both lekku twitching impatiently as this new avenue piqued her interest and rerouted her hunt for information down a different path. "Sith training academies... Ryloth," she smiled. "Dathomir, Korriban, Dromund Kaas, Nar Shaddaa, really? Nar Shaddaa?" she asked herself skeptically. "And... Iridonia."
Propping an elbow on her desk, she had thumped the terminal with exasperation. "Is that all? Nothing more? What happened to that one?"
Why isn't there anything else about the one on Iridonia?
She didn't know much about Iridonia to start with: Fought over for millennia, produced a good number of pilots and fighters, definitely not on the tourist or entertainment circuits... not exactly enough to make any inferences on some missing information on a single academy in the very distant past. Mulling over this omission for several hours (distracted hours in which she ignored one comm message from her broker, another from an art gallery, and three in rapid succession from the aforementioned holodrama producer, then managed to burn the delicate souffle she had started to prepare), she had decided to seek answers in person. She sent off a missive to the university to which she was attached, ensuring that the proper clearance would be provided--they were accustomed to this sort of thing from her, and it usually yielded a profit for them, eventually.
I'll need a contact on the planet. Someone's got to know more about this.
Gevaisa turned back to her terminal.
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Well, the coordinates appear to be correct, she decided, eyeing the homestead sprawling before her. Gevaisa brushed a speck of dust from the durable but rough silk garb she'd chosen to wear and stepped forward. Let's see what Hamakk Nek'Vyshtal can tell me.[member=Saevio]