The Arbiter
Onderon
Marcello sat quietly at the base of a massive tree encased in several million of its brethren within the jungles of Onderon. The Jedi Master had traveled here on a mission years ago and met a rather peculiar individual. The woman had not been able to speak with her mouth, and the proximity of her mind and emotions pressing against his own consciousness had been...uncomfortable at first.
However, Marcello had come to learn a small amount about these jungles and their native inhabitants. As it stood, Marcello was far from being any form of a beastmaster. Further more, he did not spend so much time amongst the beasts to truly...understand them. Instead, the large Jedi treated both them and their home with the respect deserving of a powerful creature. They served to return the favor with casual indifference. An indifference that meant he got to keep his life.
Marcello had been informed that a young Jedi he recalled from a mission several years prior had asked for an audience. While the Guardian knew precisely what the motivation was for said meeting, he fully intended to play the part of aloof. For now, the Jedi meditated silently in the humid jungle as he waited for [member="Caleb Brolen"] to arrive.
Marcello sat quietly at the base of a massive tree encased in several million of its brethren within the jungles of Onderon. The Jedi Master had traveled here on a mission years ago and met a rather peculiar individual. The woman had not been able to speak with her mouth, and the proximity of her mind and emotions pressing against his own consciousness had been...uncomfortable at first.
However, Marcello had come to learn a small amount about these jungles and their native inhabitants. As it stood, Marcello was far from being any form of a beastmaster. Further more, he did not spend so much time amongst the beasts to truly...understand them. Instead, the large Jedi treated both them and their home with the respect deserving of a powerful creature. They served to return the favor with casual indifference. An indifference that meant he got to keep his life.
Marcello had been informed that a young Jedi he recalled from a mission several years prior had asked for an audience. While the Guardian knew precisely what the motivation was for said meeting, he fully intended to play the part of aloof. For now, the Jedi meditated silently in the humid jungle as he waited for [member="Caleb Brolen"] to arrive.