RC 212
HUNGRY HUNGRY HIPPO!
Dorin System
Baran Do Temple
"In the old days, the people only had the sages to warn them of storms. Today, there are weather stations and satellites, but a storm can still coalesce in moments. Sometimes, a sage will know in advance of the most modern instruments."
―Tistura Paan[src]
OOC: A thread of learning. Welcome to join me.
Baran Do. Strange sages, not much unlike the Aing-Tii. It was on the planet Dorin that Zakath made his next stop, using his usual smuggler Captain, now turned buddy to drop him off. This time he was here for several months. The journey was taxing, flying through the narrow corridors offered by twin black holes that flanked the planet.
Still he'd sent word ahead and was well received. A delegation of Kel-Dor had been sent out, each wearing breath masks to supply them with the atmosphere they needed to breathe. He stood tall between two white pillars, facing a bleak black ziggaraut.
But it was not the strangest thing the fledgling Jedi had encountered on his journeys in the verse.
The lead Kel-Dor, named Master Ro-Da-Koon nodded.
"Welcome at last Zakath Tariz."
Zakath gave a curt bow.
"Master Da-Koon."
The Kel Dor waved his hand from beneath his black robe.
"Come let us dispense with formalities. It is not often we get visitors, and even less so we accept a Jedi to learn from our ranks. Tell me, what do you seek this knowledge for?"
The answer came quickly from the old mans lips.
"Not for evil. To build myself up, that I might be a well rounded man, and Jedi."
Master Da-Koon nodded.
"This is admirable, but first, you must prove yourself adept enough. Remove your armor, and your weapons and face our master instructor in martial combat. Then we will see where your true inclination in the force lays."
Zaktah grimaced. He was strong for sure, a product of his genetic experimentation, but he was weary from the travel. None the less he stripped off his armor, casting it aside, and pulled his saber to his hand.
"The weapon of the Jedi is not necessary here. Here we use these."
A staff appeared, summoned from the air into his hands. The silver cylinder of his saber dropped the the ground and they closed in watching him. Then his opponent came forth, clutching his own staff. They both bowed, remaining civilized and the squared off.....
Baran Do Temple
"In the old days, the people only had the sages to warn them of storms. Today, there are weather stations and satellites, but a storm can still coalesce in moments. Sometimes, a sage will know in advance of the most modern instruments."
―Tistura Paan[src]
OOC: A thread of learning. Welcome to join me.
Baran Do. Strange sages, not much unlike the Aing-Tii. It was on the planet Dorin that Zakath made his next stop, using his usual smuggler Captain, now turned buddy to drop him off. This time he was here for several months. The journey was taxing, flying through the narrow corridors offered by twin black holes that flanked the planet.
Still he'd sent word ahead and was well received. A delegation of Kel-Dor had been sent out, each wearing breath masks to supply them with the atmosphere they needed to breathe. He stood tall between two white pillars, facing a bleak black ziggaraut.
Strange.
But it was not the strangest thing the fledgling Jedi had encountered on his journeys in the verse.
The lead Kel-Dor, named Master Ro-Da-Koon nodded.
"Welcome at last Zakath Tariz."
Zakath gave a curt bow.
"Master Da-Koon."
The Kel Dor waved his hand from beneath his black robe.
"Come let us dispense with formalities. It is not often we get visitors, and even less so we accept a Jedi to learn from our ranks. Tell me, what do you seek this knowledge for?"
The answer came quickly from the old mans lips.
"Not for evil. To build myself up, that I might be a well rounded man, and Jedi."
Master Da-Koon nodded.
"This is admirable, but first, you must prove yourself adept enough. Remove your armor, and your weapons and face our master instructor in martial combat. Then we will see where your true inclination in the force lays."
Zaktah grimaced. He was strong for sure, a product of his genetic experimentation, but he was weary from the travel. None the less he stripped off his armor, casting it aside, and pulled his saber to his hand.
"The weapon of the Jedi is not necessary here. Here we use these."
A staff appeared, summoned from the air into his hands. The silver cylinder of his saber dropped the the ground and they closed in watching him. Then his opponent came forth, clutching his own staff. They both bowed, remaining civilized and the squared off.....