[member="Jorus Merrill"] [member="Thane Drexel"] [member="Chip"]
Space is big, and the galaxy is bigger. It si full of weird, dumb, and downright kooky mysteries. However, some of those mysteries appear different when you see through the force isntead of your eyes. The Aang-tii ship, for example, looked not like some humble white vessel, but a veritable kaleidoscope of force auras. Each soul seemed to flicker as though it had a dozen different spirits driving it. So of course, when such a thign appeared in vague, entirely strange visions, Vorhi did what he coudl to arrive on this planet. He'd been here for nearly half a day, wandering. The ruins had told him little. They were clearly pre-hyperspace technology in terms of craftmanship and design, and likely cme from a droid less society--the carvings looked more hand-tooled than machined. However, at this point, he had coem to a new chamber. Soemthing crystalline, something....alien. He didn't know waht the structure was doign to the light, but it was reflecting the force in odd ways. Bending it. Channeling it. Could a building do that? Were the Aing-tii, or whatever they were after, capable of imbuing a building as some sort of Force Relay? That seemed preposterous, even by his standards, and he'd seen some crazy chit.
He would've blinked silently and stared with a slack jaw as other people came near. He though he'd been the only person dumb enough to find this place. He turned slowly and gave a gentle bow. "Greetings, I am--" He then oticed the familiar aura. Older than the last time he'd dealt with it, but still energetic, thirsty, full of wanderlust, and the strange kind of tingly blue only wardens seeemed to develop. Combined with the crackling, fizzy smell of hyperspace. Yes, there were two people in the glaxy who had that kind of energy. "Jorus Friggin' Merrill? Is there really that much damned coincidence in the galaxy?"
The man in the straw hat cocked it to the side. And then nodded to the other two beings. One was....something he'd seen before, like a shard, wasn't that what they were supposed to be called? He seemed fuzzy, probably using one of those camo-maskers or something. Then there was the other man, clad in leatheris, looking as if he needed a good stiff drink. His aura was....rough, like sandpaper or poorly-tanned hide. There was a definitely orange hue to it, though, like someone for whom moving wass more natural than staying still. "Errr, sorry. I'm Vorhi. Vorhi Alestrani. So, what bring you to these mysterious ruins? Not gonna lie, I know more dead languages than living ones, and these etchings still don't make much sense. Between that and the quiet ghosts, I'm having a hard time reading this place...." He smirked. "Never met a ruin I couldn't learn more about, though."
