Matsu Xiangu
The Haruspex
[SIZE=14pt]Rattatak[/SIZE]
[SIZE=14pt]Approaching Surface[/SIZE]
Matsu had only been to Rattatak a few times, and all of those visits had been on business most would find less than pleasant. Back when Nemene Talith had seen fit to hold rulership over the planet, its surface a veritable battleground of force-users pitting themselves against each other for sport or blood, it had been a place promising the metallic scent of gore for entertainment. She’d been present to watch the torture and experimentation on a young togruta, one of the first times she’d allowed her mind to open wide enough to feel the flavor of someone else’s anguish as she’d had some of her lekku removed. (Not like hair – this never grows back. Gone forever.) She’d always had a hard time empathizing and feeling someone else’s despair had made understanding a little easier, but it was still only through touching someone else’s mind or a deep personal connection to another that she felt such knew the concept of ‘feeling sorry’.
Empathy was a strange concept.
But regardless, they’d landed only a short while ago. The routine was becoming old hat and she came armed to the teeth but she had a few interesting ideas in regards to capturing the birds after reading up on them, particularly their need to eat frequently. Capturing an animal that could fly without harming it was tricky, but with that information in tow she thought she saw opportunity.
But then again, she was traveling with Ike – the woman always had a plan of her own to offer. “At least it’s not giant worms this time,” she said quietly, her customary sarcastic comment at the beginning of one of their hunts. (When do they get their own sitcom, the bright light and the black hole, Matsu Squared?)
[SIZE=14pt]Approaching Surface[/SIZE]
Matsu had only been to Rattatak a few times, and all of those visits had been on business most would find less than pleasant. Back when Nemene Talith had seen fit to hold rulership over the planet, its surface a veritable battleground of force-users pitting themselves against each other for sport or blood, it had been a place promising the metallic scent of gore for entertainment. She’d been present to watch the torture and experimentation on a young togruta, one of the first times she’d allowed her mind to open wide enough to feel the flavor of someone else’s anguish as she’d had some of her lekku removed. (Not like hair – this never grows back. Gone forever.) She’d always had a hard time empathizing and feeling someone else’s despair had made understanding a little easier, but it was still only through touching someone else’s mind or a deep personal connection to another that she felt such knew the concept of ‘feeling sorry’.
Empathy was a strange concept.
But regardless, they’d landed only a short while ago. The routine was becoming old hat and she came armed to the teeth but she had a few interesting ideas in regards to capturing the birds after reading up on them, particularly their need to eat frequently. Capturing an animal that could fly without harming it was tricky, but with that information in tow she thought she saw opportunity.
But then again, she was traveling with Ike – the woman always had a plan of her own to offer. “At least it’s not giant worms this time,” she said quietly, her customary sarcastic comment at the beginning of one of their hunts. (When do they get their own sitcom, the bright light and the black hole, Matsu Squared?)
[member="Matsu Ike"]