Torjesgo
Crazy Man McJangle
Everything that was around him was new and alien. The general appearance he understood from pictures of his homeworld prior to its invasion; the great buildings reaching up towards the skies, motorized transport, and people busying away to and fro. What he didn’t was the vast number of people that were around him and most certainly not anything he had ever seen before. He did know, thankfully, that the galaxy wasn’t controlled by the monsters that were the Rakati. It was both a relief and a disappointment that he felt in his guts; relief that he never needed to see those monsters again and yet a grain pain since there was no way to truly go for any sort of revenge against them. The young male, from his viewpoint anyways as the galaxy may see it as entirely different, had a great deal of hate for just about every species that he walked past. He’d never seen any of them before, he didn’t understand anything they said, and he knew if he hadn’t remained largely concealed in the suit that he’d left Endor on that he would probably be getting even more stares than he already was.
It didn’t exactly provide any real protection to his form but it kept him covered up and he felt more secure in the knowledge that, just in case there were any Rakata, no one was able to recognize just what he was. His eyes darted to and fro across the signs to try and pick up on anything that was familiar and as he kept walking, it became apparent that there was actually some text that he could roughly make out! It resembled Huttese though it didn’t read quite the same as he was accustomed to and a couple of the words didn’t hold any meaning to him at all. It didn’t quite click for him but over thousands of years it was likely the dialects had changed enough to make understanding a little more difficult. That was a non-issue at the moment as it gave him hope that the Huttese language was something he would be able to use in order to start communicating with some of these people since he’d gotten all sorts of stupid stares when he had tried to use his native tongue.
Manaan; The world itself was very alien and every window displayed stretches of water as far as he could see. There were checkpoints where it looked like, very reminiscent of the Rakata, people were being written as visitors to the planet. That left Torjesgo in a rather uncomfortable situation and he was hesitant to leave the docking area to end up being grabbed up and put into the control of someone else. His fingers appeared rather elongated from his talons while they were nervously drumming on the stomach of his suit as he was starting to look around for a way out of this. No longer was he interested in trying to read too much about the signs in Huttese as they just looked like little stores for food and the like before getting into what he assumed was the rest of the city.
Antsy, the Garani started to move away from the checkpoints and down the corridor to start looking for an alternative entrance or a way to leave. His tall and lanky form bumping into people where he would speak up in Huttese about it, cursing at some of them as he was moving without trying to get a fight brewing at the same time. Torjesgo’s heart was pounding as he was working to get to the edge of the hall so he could try and move quicker, doing his best to keep from looking in too much of a rush as he was getting further away from the authorities. While it wasn’t the case, his mind was barking at him that they were after him, that the Rakata were still really pulling all the strings and knew he was here! That he was too much of a threat to just let go again, that they had to keep his people from staying out of their cannibalistic clutches. The anger and frustration boiling in his body while he was fleeing on adrenaline and panic now, unable to keep from looking like he was in a rush as his masked form was just pushing people to the side.
There had to be a way off of this planet, he couldn't let the Rakata get him again.
It didn’t exactly provide any real protection to his form but it kept him covered up and he felt more secure in the knowledge that, just in case there were any Rakata, no one was able to recognize just what he was. His eyes darted to and fro across the signs to try and pick up on anything that was familiar and as he kept walking, it became apparent that there was actually some text that he could roughly make out! It resembled Huttese though it didn’t read quite the same as he was accustomed to and a couple of the words didn’t hold any meaning to him at all. It didn’t quite click for him but over thousands of years it was likely the dialects had changed enough to make understanding a little more difficult. That was a non-issue at the moment as it gave him hope that the Huttese language was something he would be able to use in order to start communicating with some of these people since he’d gotten all sorts of stupid stares when he had tried to use his native tongue.
Manaan; The world itself was very alien and every window displayed stretches of water as far as he could see. There were checkpoints where it looked like, very reminiscent of the Rakata, people were being written as visitors to the planet. That left Torjesgo in a rather uncomfortable situation and he was hesitant to leave the docking area to end up being grabbed up and put into the control of someone else. His fingers appeared rather elongated from his talons while they were nervously drumming on the stomach of his suit as he was starting to look around for a way out of this. No longer was he interested in trying to read too much about the signs in Huttese as they just looked like little stores for food and the like before getting into what he assumed was the rest of the city.
Antsy, the Garani started to move away from the checkpoints and down the corridor to start looking for an alternative entrance or a way to leave. His tall and lanky form bumping into people where he would speak up in Huttese about it, cursing at some of them as he was moving without trying to get a fight brewing at the same time. Torjesgo’s heart was pounding as he was working to get to the edge of the hall so he could try and move quicker, doing his best to keep from looking in too much of a rush as he was getting further away from the authorities. While it wasn’t the case, his mind was barking at him that they were after him, that the Rakata were still really pulling all the strings and knew he was here! That he was too much of a threat to just let go again, that they had to keep his people from staying out of their cannibalistic clutches. The anger and frustration boiling in his body while he was fleeing on adrenaline and panic now, unable to keep from looking like he was in a rush as his masked form was just pushing people to the side.
There had to be a way off of this planet, he couldn't let the Rakata get him again.