Private Baby steps

[Grundark]

The embraces of cold empty space surrounded the station, and yet for all that space they built this cramped station. Was there a shortage of durasteel in the galaxy he wasn't aware of. Was this station built by space dwarves with a reckless regard for anything higher then their beards? He was hunched over and still his shoulders brushed the ceilings of the hallway, but he felt like he was crawling across the floor. He understood his was a large species, but by the Force there were plenty of other tall races that would have felt cramped here. A small part of him just felt it was rude in the end. Well maybe not that small of a piece really.

Then again he did suppose it was supposed to be a secret, or least hidden away. He'd head of someone here though, someone who might be able to help his rather unique situation. Then again, it wasn't really that unique if he honestly considered it. He'd just been lucky enough to stumble across an actual answer, or at least a rumor of one. Someone who knew of the Force and hadn't emptied their heart of emotions at the same time. Someone who had a healer's soul he was told. Of course it could all be absolute rubbish and he was crawling through duct work hallways for nothing.

Of course had he known about that tiny hallways he might have reconsidered the entire idea, but at this point he wasn't really sure he could actually turn back around anyway. So, forward he continued. For a moment he considered what if the hallway got even smaller, and for a brief moment that truly frightened him and he felt like bursting the damn walls up to get free. He took a deep breath in though and blew out a loud trumpet of frustration as he continued forward.

This was ridiculous, and he wanted to have a word with the builders. Several.... words....

Finally he literally felt like he popped out into an open intersection of some half made black market. It wasn't actually a black market, but it was so unofficial it felt like one. Looking around the room he felt all eyes on him, and for good reason he supposed. Not only had he popped out of a hallway half his size, but he'd been trumpeting like a mad man coming out. Trying to put on a friendly smile which looked rather frightening he addressed the room.

"Hello friends, I'm looking for someone named Asha. Now normally I would do this more subtly but I'm no longer in the mood. So someone point me in the direction before I have to breach a bulkhead to breath." With a small raise of the trunk he attempted to let them see his smile better. "Pretty, pretty please."

Asha Sar'andor

 

[Asha Sar'andor]

For a girl who had been raised without a home, Tribunal Station had somehow managed to become precisely that. ​

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As she sat within the great gardens made specifically with her in mind, a space which resembled the surface of a planet as opposed to the inside of a floating hunk of metal, complete with weather machines and a mountain of flora, Asha became acutely aware of a presence not often felt in this stretch of space. While it was true that the Sith had set themselves up on the doorstep of the Kathol Outback, their station was hidden within the Rift itself and thusfar had not been found by the once-Worm-Emperor and his followers.​

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She did not get the sense that such had changed, still there was a blip in the Force all the same.​

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"Okays, Master Asha," a small voice said, drawing her attention back to the present. Blinking, the Je'daii Master smiled over at her student and peered down at the progress he'd been making with the pestle and mortar. "I thinks I did it right?"​

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Observing the crushed up petals of the dreamul'er flower in the hollow of the stone bowl, Asha hummed appreciatively and nodded her head. "Very good, sweetheart. Now, some oil to bind it."​

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The Youngling glanced between the various ingredients he'd gathered, before plucking up one of the several options of oils available, created from the seeds of a flower native to Aaris III. Asha did not sway him one way or another, not even when he looked to her for confirmation. Misha needed to trust in his own instincts; Asha would not say as much yet, but it didn't matter so much what he settled on here. The important part was that he made a choice and stuck with it.​

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Opening the stopper, the young boy poured just enough that it coated the ground up petals. It had the added effect of brightening up the quickly developing serum, which took on a purple hue.​

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"Woah! It's so prettys!"​

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Asha chuckled. "It is, isn't it? Now, why don't we try it out?" Holding out her hand, Asha revealed a small burn she'd sustained earlier that morning. Misha looked a little... uncertain. "It's okay, sweet one. Remind yourself what's in it." Misha began to list off the very short list of ingredients: Dreamul'er, bark of the Wortwood tree, and candlewick seed oil, after which he hummed in understanding and began to gently apply some to the burn.​

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Before either could see the effects, a soft bell rang from the entrance to the garden. Rising up, Asha wiped off her trousers and then gestured for Misha to remain put.​

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Walking through the Je'daii Temple which acted as a threshold between Space Station and garden, she came upon the locked door and opened it to reveal one of the station's service men standing before a hulking Elephantidae who was all hunched over. "Forgive the intrusion, Master Je'daii," the Shistavanen practically squeaked, though before he could say much else Asha shook her head. "No apologies necessary," came her interjection, though it did little to put the wolf man at ease. "Our.. f-friend here.. wished to see you."​

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Glancing past the service man, Asha inclined her head. "By all means, please come in. I'm sure you'll find the space inside much more agreeable, good sir." Looking back to the Shistavanen, Asha offered the man a kindly smile. "Thank you for guiding him here. Please, feel free to rest by the fountain before returning to work. You can find refreshments over there to the right."​

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She gestured to a room off the atrium of the Temple, before stepping back to allow both of the men entry. "To whom do I have the pleasure of addressing?" she inquired of the Elephantidae, as she led the way back 'outside'. Young Misha stared with wide eyes as they approached, half way through the process of decanting the salve into a small jar for later use.​

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Grundark ​

 

[Grundark]

With a great shake the Cragmoloid let his muscles relax as the space around him opened into something more proper. Irritation rolled off of him in waves that slowly lessoned as a good stretch brought everything back to where it should be. Finally he completely stretched and let his trunk reach towards the dome above them and with a great trumpet released the budding anger behind his frustrations. Finally he looked down and offered the child a broad smile before returning his attention to the person he hoped he'd come here to see.

"Grundark, and if I have any luck you are some Jedi not Jedi who deals with issues." It likely would have been better for him to do some more research before coming out here. Maybe knowing whatever her following's name was. He'd heard it once or twice, but honestly it just sounded like an accented way to say Jedi.

Taking a few strides around the room he admired the garden feel, but wondered why it was hidden in here and not for all to see. Perhaps it was though, and people were just at work as she said at this time. He supposed it was also a foolish move to be a harsh judge. After all it was he who came here for help from her, or at least the rumor of who she was.

"If you are what I've heard you to be, perhaps you would be willing to help. Well no I suppose with your reputation willingness would not be the problem, but simple ability to help." He was being unclear and he knew it, after all there wasn't a real clever way to come out with it. Then again, he never considered himself a cunning creature anyway, in truth he found it distasteful. So be it.

"I am cursed, as all the males of my tribe our with rage and violence. Until we shed it we cannot return home as we are a danger to them all then. I have fought this curse and indulged it so far as to gain the rank of Sith Lord, but I have no love for such things. I just want to go home, I'm tired after decades of traveling the stars.

Asha Sar'andor