Antiquing?

[Mammut]

[member="Anja Aj'Rou"] was a prominent leader among the Primeval. Bal'gul was just an ancient professor returned from the Netherrealm. An unknown who wished to know. He had a list to complete. A reading list, if you will. Abilities, powers, scrolls. So much to do, so little time. Of course he could do none of it if he was dead.

The Iyra sat in a hover chair inside a secluded portion of one of the libraries the Primeval had taken. Databanks glowed blue around him, elsewhere there were stacks of ancient tomes and scrolls, preserved through millennia.

He read through one of his recent acquisitions from Dromund Kaas, a plain looking scroll with ancient Massassi script. It read, " Changing Another's Temperature."

It occupied the time while he waited for Ms. Aj'Rou.

 

[Boethiah]

Anja walked through the halls and into the archives on Bastion. Beyond the high-tech databanks were simpler shelves with ancient tomes, scrolls, and artifacts gathered from various locations across the galaxy.

A familiar yet mysterious being could be sensed through the force. It was the creature whom lingered with The Primeval for some time now; always hiding within the shadows. Only appearing when it chose to. Beyond the collection of knowledge was what otherwise could only be described as a primordial lifeform lounging in a hover chair. This was the first time the Host Lord ever set her eyes on him.

Two foggy-blue pearls gazed out from behind as she marched with her collected thoughts.

"Do you have a name?" Her lips parted and gave way to a soft yet commanding tone. She question sparked curiosity; it was clear that she was interested in him. No hostility could be sensed from the Umbaran witch.

[member="Bal'gul"]

 

[Mammut]

An aura of authority suddenly radiated throughout the room.

Ah. The Four Arms has arrived.

The Iyra did not look up from the scroll. This text was far more interesting than he'd given it credit for. Such a small, benign parcel of knowledge, but when paired with a vast intellect how utterly terrifying.

"I have many names in many tongues."

The words came out slowly, oozing and dripping, with a moist-muffledness to them.

"But the few which my students could fathom were Doctor, Professor... and Bal'gul."

A brief note of ire shifted subtly beneath the surface, like a slow moving ripple. Several of the Iyra's tentacles wriggled sluggishly.

"Choose as you will, Hordemaster, though I am not here to teach, but to," he heaved what sounded like a heavy sigh, though no mouth was visible, then stated dully.

"Learn."

Admitting a lack of omniscience always pained him.

At last, eight eyes faceted within stalks simultaneously swiveled up from the scroll he had been preoccupied with and stared into her eyes. The muted blues and whites of the library's soft light glinted off pale eyes, their surfaces like sheens of ice. Waves of brunette hair tumbled just below his shoulders. A tall female, for her species. Tall and powerful.

He made a snuffling sound.

But still a mere quadruped.

[member="Anja Aj'Rou"]

 

[Boethiah]

He was a strange one.

Strange was not bad in this case. She found it of arrogance to ignore what is different... What is new; as well what is old -- very old. Just like many who laugh at the existence of her Gods, they also laugh at other things they do not understand. Yet they do not laugh when the very real crusaders rain down upon their worlds and purge the heresy that thrive like parasites.

They were in a place of knowledge. She did not expect this one to be arrogant, at least not towards knowledge itself. Secrets existed and what was written may very well be insignificant to its source. So many secrets, so many consequences for those who dabble in them recklessly.

"Bal'gul. I choose to call you that." She muttered the words; careful not to disturb anyone's learning. It was a sign of respect from one curious soul to another. Few understood the frustration of noise when one's mind was preoccupied with knowledge beyond the understanding of most.

The witch herself had come into possession of many tomes. Some dangerous and others little more than textbooks. From a time when paper was the source of information instead of the databanks used today. Anja knew the value in ancient magicks and studied them well, adding to her collection of powers and spells that went beyond the realm of many Sith Lords. She did not believe in the trivial matters of philosophy or codes but rather what was, what is, and what could be.

Her eyes gazed at the scroll, hopefully to get a glimpse at his study. The Nameless Book which she had come to possess was stored in another room nearby; it is why she was here.

[member="Bal'gul"]

 

[Mammut]

"The tooone of the teacher and not the apprentice. Good, good. Then quadruped, can you instruct me on the crafting of a lightsaber? Eight. Lightsabers."

The Iyra wiggled his octet of tentacles delightfully.

[member="Anja Aj'Rou"]

 

[Boethiah]

As far as things went, Anja had never really used a lightsaber -- let alone build one.

"The Jedi weapons?" Although she was aware that the Sith used them too, her encounters with them were against Jedi.

Anja hadn't considered too much the usefulness of such a weapon. She was far more comfortable with a vibroblade if anything; the weapon had less a likelihood to inflict self-harm. Then again for an Umbaran who have light sensitivity, such weapons were somewhat distracting too.

"What reasons spark your curiosity?" She asked.

[member="Bal'gul"]

 

[Mammut]

It took the Iyra an age to reply, if for no other reason than that he had a hard time dealing with the foreign note in [member="Anja Aj'Rou"]'s tone. As if she had no familiarity with the weapons.

How crushing.

"I haaave obseeerved the weapooons and fiiind them quite usefuuul. I wish to have oooone or eiiiight for my ooown."

 

[Boethiah]

Observed?

Well, she too had witnessed their strength first hand on Kashyyyk when battling two Masters in their own right. The weapon was difficult to counter at best and unmatched at worst. There were many weapons to consider so great in this galaxy but few had the reputation, infamy, and significance of a lightsaber. How many empires rose by one who wielded such a device? Or how many fell by it just the same...

The weapon was not just a tool, it was a purpose -- a philosophy. Yet she herself disliked it for several reasons, not that she would go on to name them all.

"One or eight? Such is your desire then. I know not how to make one but I do know where you can find one." She finally took the time to respond.

[member="Bal'gul"]