Of all the descriptions that could be laid upon Nazo; from nomadic to maddening, to enigmatic and sadistic -- one trait laid them all to shame, and permeated his being far more than any other adjective could quite capture. Curiosity. Nazo was a being insatiable in appetite; be it for nourishment, power, or knowledge - he never turned down an opportunity to gain one of the three. Oftentimes preferring to find solace in the fact that he could ultimately fulfill all three main desires in a single setting. A closed off and defunct base in the middle of such harsh arctic climates with signs of care outside enough to push the frost and snow aside; it certainly held secrets. The mysteries of the Galaxy, an unexplained phenomenon, the arcane knowledge to possess and revel within. All this drew him to accompany his mentor as they drew inwards to the now opened structure. What was laid in secret within this tomb of metallic tomb of ice and snow was of great interest to the space slug, and apparently it was also of importance to the servant of Liad.
Footfalls resounded within the empty corridor as the acoustics echoed back their pathway. The metallic ring harmonized within his auditory receptors before the darkness enveloped their pathway. Only the refracted light of the snow outside cast a dimly lit cone of light for them to peer into the obscurity beyond. His Master pausing to question their entry caught Nazo's proverbial ear, and caused his seven foot frame to turn. The corridor was wide enough to permit entry, but just tall enough so that his headdress rustled against the eight foot tall ceiling, brushing across the frost layer above. A bargain to be struck between the two, knowledge for knowledge, and understanding for it's own. An acceptable set of terms were deduced and a slow nod of the masked figure was given. What Anaudius needed was clarification on what exactly Nazo was, and to further unravel the mystery of his new apprentice. It was not an uncommon request, but it was made in an uncommon matter. The phrase often used was simply
'What the kark is that thing?!' He'd heard that many times.
"Magnetism." Nazo answered with his mind, his metallic digits reaching out on each hand, pointed towards the concave and warped metallic door. It's form began to rattle and shake, trembling there on the ground. It's structure was far more rigid in the doorway, and with the proper amount of preparation in eating away the hinges, he had managed to spring the door free and cause the sight. It's dense material laying on the ground was more difficult, but still manageable. The audible grown of the door came as it shook and then in an instant snapped into the clawed digits of his hands, held fast and firm.
"Iron deposits in the plasma form the base." He was speaking of his species' innate ability to manipulate a magnetic resonance in a substantial range from his body - but it wasn't exactly a clear answer. Setting the door to the side, and propping it up against a wall, Nazo turned and offered his right hand palm side up for inspection. Drawing back the sleeve of his grey and red cloth, the visible tongue he had seen before on Korriban slithered out, bending back and forth.
"Contact with sentience is unsteady. Panic, pain, madness. However, knowledge awaits - insight abounds." He let his hand dip lower due to their height difference, offering up the chance to touch the alien tongue of the slug so that he might meld minds with the dark prophet and use his innate form of communication to form a more full picture of what the dark prophet sought. He warned him though, which was not normal behavior for Nazo. On many occasion he had simply taken someone by the face and attempted to directly communicate. That was mostly unpleasant, and he still wanted this one to be sane when he was finished. Anaidius had much to teach him, and thus a warning was given. A single touch would allow the creature to manipulate the brain chemistry of whomever he touched in order to influence his thoughts to transmit in a way that was jarring for just about everyone he'd ever encountered. Telepathy was far easier on the bipedals - where as those of his own species would sing great anthems with the gift of magnetic speech.
If the opportunity to learn was accepted, and Anaudius allowed his warped flesh to make contact, Nazo's metallic digits would clasp over in a firm, but non-painful grip to keep the connection consistent. Soon the stirring of the dark prophet's mind would rumble into an excited frenzy before the world he now saw and heard vanished in a cacophony of jumbled sounds. Like the roaring of the Naboo waterfalls, the sound of a thousands system became an instant deafening din. The images of Nazo vanished would vanish as well, as the ocular receptors of his brain were now prey to that of Nazo's own thoughts that he transmitted. The scene dashed into pieces as the rushing cosmos whipped by him at lightspeed. The final outcome came at a jolting stop until all at once Anaudius was standing on the home planet of Nazo's species. Images flashed before him, as he was transported through time and space, for a history lesson of these alien creatures.
"These are my people, my family. We live for far longer than your kind dreams of, and our musings reach to the highest of philosophical content. Normally my kind is silent, testing the Galaxy, and investigating the deeper things, the unlocked truths, and seeking the unknown. Our native ability to speak has been harnessed and focused in my time abroad." While the vision was clear, and concise, showing many different of his kind, and even himself on the journeys he had taken, the connection was still daunting to adapt to. This was an highly unusual form of communication for most, and it was not easy to bare. His explanation seemed far more lucid though, now that he could manipulate the dark prophet's brain chemistry to understand his own sordid musings.
"This vessel.." He continued.
"...that you know is but my only means of mobility and interaction. My own form is slow and sluggish, only capable of movement in the glacial sense. We need not breathe, or call for warmth or chill. My people however are peaceable. This Force you speak of, it calls to me, draws out what others consider darkness. Now, you see me as I am, now you understand the mystery I present. I seek to understand your mystery, the truth of your Force, and the powers I have not yet dreamed."
In an instant flash, (most likely followed by an amazing headache) Nazo left his grip go and let his own hand drop to the side. His form watching and waiting for the follower of Liad to collect himself. It was an experience he had seen in others. In the ones with no preparation, no fortitude, he'd seen fall into seizures and go into shock. He'd even made some weaker in the mind go into a catatonic state. He found that particular instance enjoyable and hilarious. Still, he waited until the man would right himself. Both hands moved the folds of his cloak, and pulled back the fabric layers till Anaudius could clearly see Nazo's slug form within the chest cavity protected by the exoskeleton he wore around him.
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