Faction Farworlds Alliance : Reverie and Respite - [TDF] + Friends

[Jonyna Si]

TAGS: Saram Kote​

Jonyna had spent the day after the raid recovering on her own, for the most part. She knew her wounds were mostly fur deep, but she had bigger concerns than herself. The former slaves were now being treated onboard the Lifeline, some of which simply needed good food, others needed major surgeries.

She'd never really shed that skin of being the Sentinel of Harmony, something she was sure Jasper Kai'el could relate to.

For now though, she needed to make a bit of a business transation.

"Saram?"

She knew who to ask for mercenary work. She knew who she needed to ask.

 

[Novac Lyrikal]

Matthew of Valendale

Novac lowered a little as matthew spoke, he'd never really been reprimanded unless for smaller things by his former master. Then again he'd never did anything close to going to a sith controlled world.

barely looking at matthew he said, "yes sir, the higher ups are higher up on the chain of command due do their knowledge or experience, more likely both. The higher you are, the more you know, more or less. It's so those lower with less experience can be told what to do by those who know better. My former master would say "I'm older then you I know better,' all the time. I can't imagine how she'd react to me going there. I know I disobed direct orders, but I knew I'd probably never get the chance again and couldn't let it pass. I'm sorry sir."

 

[Matthew of Valendale]

Tags: Novac Lyrikal ​

Matthew was quiet as he listened to the explanation letting Novac's words settle between them, before letting out a heavy breath in a slow soft manner.

"Novac…" His voice remained gentle, but there was no mistaking the weight beneath it. "That is not quite what command is for."

Matthew folded his hands behind his back, looking down at him with a steadiness that did not demand Novac meet his eyes.

"A chain of command exists so that lives are not spent carelessly. Yes, experience matters.... and knowledge matters too. But rank is not a crown placed upon someone because they are always right. It is a burden. It means one must see farther than one's own want, one's own fear, one's own chance."

He glanced aside, toward the distant signs of celebration and recovery, the soft murmur of people who had survived what others had not.

"You saw an opportunity and you reached for it. I understand that. Truly, I do. There are moments in life where hesitation can cost dearly."

His gaze returned to Novac then with a gentle look, "But you went to a Sith-controlled world without permission, without proper support, and without the assurance that anyone could retrieve you if something went wrong. That was actively placing your life into enemy hands and asking everyone else to bear the consequences if you vanished."

Matthew's expression softened lightly taking another deep breath,

"Tell me something, Novac. Why do you think the Padawans and younglings were asked to stay behind?"

He gave him time to think, but did not press for an answer before following up, "It's not because they have nothing to offer, nor because their courage was doubted. They were asked to stay because Sith-controlled worlds are more than dangerous. They are predatory... They look for the frightened, the untested, and even the brave ones who think one chance is worth any cost to manipulate and abuse their inexperience as leverage ."

He took a slow step closer, his tone lowering a little more. "Your former master was wrong if she taught you that age alone makes someone wise. Older people can be foolish, and superiors can be mistaken. Orders should be understood, not worshipped blindly." A faint crease touched his brow.

"Rules should exist to keep you and others safe. When rules no longer safeguard people, they cease to be good rules… but that does not mean every rule that frustrates you is unjust... Sometimes the rule is the thing standing between you and a grave you cannot see yet."

A faint crease touched his brow. "But defying an order because you believe you may never get another chance… that is dangerous reasoning. You owe me no performance of shame. I am not interested in seeing you bow your head until I feel satisfied. I just want you to understand what nearly happened."

"If there is a next time, you come to me; tell me what you have found and make your case. If the matter is urgent, say so plainly. I may still tell you no, or I may tell you to wait. I may even send someone stronger, or send you with a team, or forbid it entirely."

He paused briefly letting that settle just a touch... "But I will hear you." Matthew's eyes stayed on him, steady and clear. "Apology accepted, Novac. But this cannot happen again."

 

[Novac Lyrikal]

Novac was surprised at how calm and gentle the mans voice was, even more for how serious this was. Feeling comfortable enough with him novac looked up, trying to lighten the mood a bit, "yea, she was probably wrong about a lot of stuff. Dont get me wrong she was a amazing jedi and person in general, but at times she was a cranky old lady, you know, one that was a master at force speed and quite skilled with a lightsaber. I dont even know how many times i got a bonk on the head from her cane during our sparring matches. But shes retired no, on a nice pretty world, she deserves it though, for making it to the age she did as a jedi."
She was a stubborn old woman but cared deeply, it had been a few years since novac saw her last, he'd have to remember to give her a call later.
His face relaxed a little, but a bit more serious, "At the very least i wasn't foolish en to do it alone, I had those im closest with me, my droids and a few pets. Those i'd trust my life with, and they'd trust theirs with me. Don't get me wrong I fully understand what you mean, I was foolish enough to go there at all. Hopefully there wont be a next time. If there is hopefully I'll be more experienced and ready for it."
As novac watched the children run around playing he realized what matthew had said, "Wait.. go to you of all people? May i ask why?"
Matthew of Valendale

 

[Saram Kote]

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Tag(s): Ty'Raj Vex | Jonyna Si

Saram's Equipment

Attire Lead-bearing Gear Implant(s) Equipment Melee Sidearm(s)

• 
  
  • 'Chur Kute' Active Wear [x] ( thanks to Braze )
• 
  
  • Reflec-based Shadowskin-coated 'Sapanyc Gaa'kaan'yaim' Magnetic Retention Holster with micronized Voidstone lining
    • 1x belt-mounted knife sheathe
    • 1x thigh holster w/ magazine storage loops
• 
  
  • 'Agol'ja'had'-R Medical Implant System
  • 'Ori'aal'briik' Nervous System Enhancer
  • 'Nejah Oya'karur' Full-spectrum Immunity Booster
  • 'Agol'gam' Muscle and Bone Enhancement
  • 'Sur'haai Haata'got' Optical Cyberware Interface
  • 'Gar Tkiriyr' Neural Interface
• 
  
  • 'Shushai Rugam' Sensor Sphere (2)
• 
  
  • K-03 Kal (2)
• 
  
  • LRH-5A Verpine Shatter Pistol
    • 'Kyrayc Sur'haai'-M 1-4x Short Range Optic
    • 'Drala Sur'haai' Targeting Laser/Illuminator
    • Ammunition:
      
      • GVSR-APH Guided AP Magazine (1 loaded, 2 spare)
      • GVSR-EH Guided Electro-stun Magazine (1)
      • GVSR-TDH Guided Tracker Dust Magazine (1)

Saram was immediately distracted when she heard a voice she recognized as Jonyna Si 's mention her name. "'Lek, just a little less well-armed than usual," she half-joked. She was about to ask what had dragged Jonyna out of the office hwne she remembered that she was at Kaas with them. "Good day to piss off those shabuire, isn't it? Ready for what might come after?" she asked, referring to the slew of bounties that were usually posted for those that were identified as having taken part in the attack.

"Did you need something?" she asked, almost confident that it wasn't for the sake of her conversation skills she had been sought out. That was not something she was known for. She was going to need a drink pretty soon if she was going to have to deal with many more people. Though a moment's pause gave her a decent idea of what it was that she was being sought out for, "Nevermind," she added quickly as the realization fully hit her. "What kind of job were you hoping to get done and can it wait for a little bit? I'm kinda of on vacation."

Though it may not appear so to most people given she was still packing some heat and was not exactly what one would call unarmed. She could at least entertain the accusation that she was working, though without her armor, she didn't see how she could possibly be. Then again it was on her ship if she needed it, not exactly far.

 

[Ko Vuto]

With a final few edits after proof reading it one last time Ko pressed enter to send the message. Transmitting instantaneously through the holonet across space to his home world of Dorin. Writing to his uncle to give the old man an update on how he’s been. Even though they didn’t write back much, Ko still found it nice and even somewhat therapeutic. Reconnecting with the only other of his namesake was one of the few threads that kept him connected to his homeworld, an emotional attachment.

Ko wasn’t sure entirely if he should keep doing this. He loved to learn and to cultivate. He didn’t like war and how it corroded everything about him, body, mind and spirit. He’d meditated on what he’d done on Dormund Kaas. What made it different from the other experiences he’s had in war, why he felt satisfied.

He had an apprentice now, he couldn’t afford to be reckless, not until he was confident that Valor could look after himself. Ko was gonna need to be more thoughtful and considerate moving forwards. ​

 

[Medrit Kote]

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Tag(s): Open (if you don't mind drinking with an old man and his rowdy Mandos)

Equipment

Armor Implant(s) Equipment Melee Sidearm(s) Rifle(s) Explosives

• 
  
  • 'Mirshir'verd'jurkad'gam'-M
  • Equipment Mount: Empty.
  • Back Weapon Mount: PBHR-01S Particle Beam Heavy Repeater.
  • Right Gauntlet and Vambrace: 'Verd b' Marev' Gauntlet and Vambrace
    
    • Weapon Mounts:
      
      • Left:
        
        • TBP-01V Tractor-Pressor Beam Projector
      • Top:
        
        • MML-01V Miniaturized Missile Launcher
          
          • Tracyn'vhipir-class Brilliant Plasma Missile (4)
          • Striilir'ika-M-class Brilliant Micro-missile (Baradium) (4)
      • Right:
        
        • PC-05V Plasma Caster
          
          • Plasma Gas Medium Cannister (1)
  • Left Gauntlet and Vambrace: 'Verd b' Surhaai' Gauntlet and Vambrace
    
    • Weapon Mounts:
      Left:
      
      • NML-02VTB Nano missile Launcher
      • Top:
        
        • MML-01V Miniaturized Missile Launcher
          
          • Tracyn'vhipir-class Brilliant Plasma Missile (4)
          • Striilir'ika-M-class Brilliant Micro-missile (Baradium) (4)
      • Right:
        
        • PC-05V Plasma Caster
          
          • Plasma Gas Medium Cannister (1)
  • Utility Belt Loadout:
    
    • Hardcase Spring-loaded Ammunition Pouches
    • Hardcase Spring-loaded Grenade Pouches
    • Hardcase Large Satchel
    • Softcase Large Storage Pouches (dump pouch)
    • Magnetic Clamp
  • Load-bearing Rig Loadout:
    
    • Hardcase Spring-loaded Ammunition Pouches
    • Hardcase Spring-loaded Grenade Pouches
    • Central Secondary High Capacity Rylith Power Cell
    • Medium and Large Gription Panels
  • Holster Setup:
    
    • 1x chest-rig mounted
    • 2x belt-mounted
    • 1x thigh mounted (dominant hand side)
• 
  
  • 'Agol'ja'had'-R Medical Implant System
  • 'Ori'aal'briik' Nervous System Enhancer
  • 'Nejah Oya'karur' Full-spectrum Immunity Booster
  • 'Sur'haai Haata'got' Optical Cyberware Interface
  • 'Gar Tkiriyr' Neural Interface
• 
  
  • 'Shushai Rugam' Sensor Sphere (2)
  • Vehicle Tool Kit
• 
  
  • B-04 Bes'phatir
  • K-03 Kal(2)
• 
  
  • RP-05A Ripper Pistol
    
    • 'Kyrayc Sur'haai'-M 1-4x Short Range Optic
    • 'Drala Sur'haai' Targeting Laser/Illuminator
    • Ammunition:
      
      • GRR-APR Guided Armor-Piercing Magazine (1 loaded, 2 spare)
      • GRR-FR Guided Flechette Magazine (3)
• 
  
  • PC-02 Pulse Cannon
    
    • 'Kyrayc Sur'haai'-M 1-12x Medium Range Optic
    • 'Drala Sur'haai' Targeting Laser/Illuminator
    • UGL-02 Underbarrel Grenade Launcher
      
      • Ammunition:
        
        • BG-02 Baradium Grenade (5 in the tube)
• 
  
  • BG-02 Baradium Grenade (4)​
  • EG-02 Electronet Grenade (3)​
  • SJG-02 Signal Jammer Grenade (2)​
  • NGG-02 Nagnol Gas Grenade (2)​
  • AWCGG-02 Anti-Energy Weapon Countermeasure Gas Grenade (2)​

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Buy'ce gal, buy'ce tal
Verbor'ad ures aliit
Mhi draar baat'i meg'parjii'se
Kote lo'shebs'ul narit.
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Medrit nursed his Corellian whisky, Whyren's, on his 's recommendation. Whiskey seemed appropriate at a time like this, though Tihaar might have been better. No amount of Tiihar would make what happened on Kaas make any sense. Was that truly the source of the army that lad the Mandalore sector low? Was this the army that had burned his home and killed his men? Done horrible things to those that dared to live another day? Were they that weak in the old days?

"Times change, alor," intoned his second in command. "Maybe there was a day where we couldn't hope to stand against them, that day has long passed us by," he added as he took a sip of his drink. "Let's just chalk it up as a win and drink to it." Medrit grunted in vague agreement. It was true to an extent, they had learned from their mistakes, developed newer, more powerful technologies, pushed some moral limits perhaps to the breaking point. Perhaps what they had done had been what had seen them through?

"Still," he started before he took another sip of his drink, "Don't you ever wonder...?" he said trailing off like a man easily thirty years his senior. What he wanted to ask was, 'if victory was within our grasp, how did we lose?' He didn't pretend the damage they wrought wouldn't be repaired, but that they were able to defile one of the Sith holy worlds, whatever the shab that meant, surely meant that they could win.

"Don't I ever wonder what, alor?" asked his 2IC, eagerly looking for an answer in his blank expressionless, scarred, weathered face. It was at that moment that Medrit got the inkling that just maybe, the galaxy wasn't done with him yet. Maybe, just maybe, he had more to give before he finally got to rest.

"Nothing, ad'ika, just the musings of an old man. You're right, rangir! Let's just drink." That seemed to be all the encouragement the man needed, downing his drink like he didn't have a care in the galaxy, like tomorrow's problems were somebody else's. The raucous laughter and buzz of conversation seemed to get louder at that point. If that wasn't part of the spirit he'd fought so hard to defend, then what the haran was?

 

[Silas Westgard]

Location: Respite
Objective: Visit Jasper
Tag: Jasper Kai'el

After the slave rescue, Silas had been content to return to Azbrian and spend some time resting. However, while making the journey back to his home planet, the knight received a message from an old friend.

Jasper had invited him to Respite, a peaceful village he and several others had built, a place dedicated to quiet living, raising families, and leaving the hardships of the wider galaxy behind.

At first, Silas was hesitant. The thought of settling down, even temporarily, felt strange after everything that had happened. But after some consideration, he finally gave in. Sending Imogen a quick message to let her know about the change of plans, he altered his course and made his way toward Jasper's home.

Upon arriving, he landed his ship on the outskirts of the village and took in the calm atmosphere as he walked toward Jasper's modest abode. It was a far cry from the chaos he had grown accustomed to.

Reaching the front door, Silas knocked three times before a small smile crept across his face.

"Hellllooooo?" he called out. "Pizza delivery!"

 

[Jasper Kai'el]

Respite
Tags: Silas Westgard

Lightsaber, Refuge, Respite, Jedi Outcasts, Grafted into Stone
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"Hellllooooo?" he called out. "Pizza delivery!"

Jasper rounded the corner, now not actually inside. He had slipped away from the temple and worked a moment on the Lonestar 1 to pass the time. Seeing Silas standing at his front door brought a smile to his face.

"Hey, keep the noise down," he asked in a light tone. "Little one fell asleep."

He stepped over and gave his friend a firm pat on the back. In the years since the two had parted ways the Jedi Master had bulked up. He was a far cry from the thin, dopey kid that Silas had grown up with visually, but the eyes and smile had hardly changed a bit.

"No sense standing around here," Jasper stated. "Come on, we got food at the Temple. You came with to Dromund Kaas, you earned yourself a bit of grub, yeah?"

There was a pause for a moment as he reflected on how long it had been... how his peers had vanished one by one. After a bit he handed Silas a can, hard cider from Corellia.

"Been too long," he sighed with a chuckle. "Was starting to feel like I was a dying breed. But of course you'd show back up whenever we decided to swing at the nest of the hive. Keep acting that crazy and you'll give me a run for my money."

Jasper pointed towards a structure in the center of town, a pyramid-like shape that had been built onto with locally sourced wood and other materials. Then he started walking.

"How've you been?"

 

[Ty'Raj Vex]

He was surprised to see an auburn haired woman come around the corner, and even more so when she offered to assist him with the apples.

"Thank you, miss," he offered softly, doing his best to give her a subdued, pleasant smile as he reached up to place the apples back into the crate. With her help, the mess was fixed in no time.

"Going to the reverie?" he asked gently as he moved to stand once more, only to pause when her name was offered.

Saram ( Saram Kote )? He had heard of her in passing, mostly through plans discussed by others.

"Oh... so you're the Mandalorian lass who was taking point on the big mission, eh?" His expression warmed by a quiet measure, respectful rather than bold. "It's a pleasure to finally meet you."

He offered her a small bow of his head.

"Perhaps you'll allow me to thank you properly, once I've delivered these?" he queried lightly. "I've got to bring them to Valin and Tirin for one of the desserts they intend to make for the feast tonight, but after that, I've no other plans for the day."

A faint smile touched his mouth, modestly offering an option for them to reconvene, seeing as Jonyna Si seemed to want her attention.

"I would be honored to buy you a drink, if you would welcome the company."

 

[Matthew of Valendale]

Tags: Novac Lyrikal ​

Matthew blinked at that, then let out a quiet breath,

"Because I am one of the people responsible for making sure you come home."

 

[Saram Kote]

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Tag(s): Ty'Raj Vex | Jonyna Si

Saram's Equipment

Attire Lead-bearing Gear Implant(s) Equipment Melee Sidearm(s)

• 
  
  • 'Chur Kute' Active Wear [x] ( thanks to Braze )
• 
  
  • Reflec-based Shadowskin-coated 'Sapanyc Gaa'kaan'yaim' Magnetic Retention Holster with micronized Voidstone lining
    • 1x belt-mounted knife sheathe
    • 1x thigh holster w/ magazine storage loops
• 
  
  • 'Agol'ja'had'-R Medical Implant System
  • 'Ori'aal'briik' Nervous System Enhancer
  • 'Nejah Oya'karur' Full-spectrum Immunity Booster
  • 'Agol'gam' Muscle and Bone Enhancement
  • 'Sur'haai Haata'got' Optical Cyberware Interface
  • 'Gar Tkiriyr' Neural Interface
• 
  
  • 'Shushai Rugam' Sensor Sphere (2)
• 
  
  • K-03 Kal (2)
• 
  
  • LRH-5A Verpine Shatter Pistol
    • 'Kyrayc Sur'haai'-M 1-4x Short Range Optic
    • 'Drala Sur'haai' Targeting Laser/Illuminator
    • Ammunition:
      
      • GVSR-APH Guided AP Magazine (1 loaded, 2 spare)
      • GVSR-EH Guided Electro-stun Magazine (1)
      • GVSR-TDH Guided Tracker Dust Magazine (1)

"Thank you, miss," he offered softly, doing his best to give her a subdued, pleasant smile as he reached up to place the apples back into the crate. With her help, the mess was fixed in no time.

Saram returned the gesture, smiling as well, she turned slightly to face him. "Well, I heard it from all the way over there," she said, gesturing to where the was standing earlier. "Couldn't exactly leave you to pick those up alone. What kind of sha-...person does that?" she added, stumbling over the Mando'a translation for a moment before deciding to forgo translating it and just stick to a more polite Basic word. The conveniently left out that the noise had nagged her natural paranoia enough to make her draw her sidearm.

"Going to the reverie?" he asked gently as he moved to stand once more, only to pause when her name was offered.

"The reve-whatwhattheshabnow? Oh, that! Yes, yes, I'm going," she added quickly as it occurred to her a half-moment later what that word meant. "Or, I certainly plan to, just...uh, catching up with some people first, I guess."

"Oh... so you're the Mandalorian lass who was taking point on the big mission, eh?" His expression warmed by a quiet measure, respectful rather than bold. "It's a pleasure to finally meet you."

"Well, I don't know about that, but I tried to have the ad- lad's back is all," she said, glancing in Braze's direction before turning back to the conversation at hand. "Someone has to," she added a little hastily.

"Perhaps you'll allow me to thank you properly, once I've delivered these?" he queried lightly. "I've got to bring them to Valin and Tirin for one of the desserts they intend to make for the feast tonight, but after that, I've no other plans for the day."

"You absolu8tely don't need to," she said, waving him off, a polite smile plastered on her face. What was this, some kind of local tradition, or...?

"I would be honored to buy you a drink, if you would welcome the company."

Shab it, you only lived once, and she could use a drink. Or five, not that she planned on draining the poor man's credit account. She'd certainly pay for the other four herself. He wasn't going to live long enough to regret it if he tried something. "Sure, a drink sounds like great idea," she replied, the polite smile plastered across her features morphing into a genuinely friendly smile.

 

[Beltor "Bell" Cyrus]

Beltor Cyrus
At the helm of his sweet new whip.
To set the scene.
The heavy ions roared over the land of the ring world as the Star Dancer flew low and slow. He wasn't as drunk as he was when he initially boarded her, and in fact Layla sat next to him at the copilot's controls, making sure to not let her new skipper drift the big bird over too far.

Beltor whooped and hollered as he set the girl in a drift by decoupling the throttles and swinging her ass first in to the wind, using the repulsors and the heavy ion engines to pull a J-hook turn that looked spectacular to the folks of the ring, and inadvertently the Jedi temple below. In truth Layla was adjusting his controls ever so slightly to keep them at a safe speed and distance, roughly 1600 meters, above the land. She liked her new captain, but liked her old ship more, and didn't want to see it all go up in smoke.

Beltor Cyrus found him self enjoying the hammerhead corvette more then he thought. The Jade Finch could turn and burn, but not like this hot rod of a corvette. Turns out having 20 times the power out put and 30 times the thruster impulse meant something and he cheered as he recoupled the throttles and the Dancer shot out, reaching Mach speed in less then a second and planting both their backs in to the seats. He twirled the yoke and the ship spun on her roll axis as they rocketed clear over the temple, still at a safe altitude and clear towards the far side of the ring.

While it was a wide structure, several dozen kilometers at the vary least, the Star Dancer could clear that in less then a minuet at full tilt. Again using differential thrust via throttle decoupling more then he did the rudder, he swung the girl in a sharp turn that made even Layla gasp as the G forces bled through the inertial dampeners. He shifted the throttles again and the Dancer shot forward, though at a slower pace as he neared the temple. Slowing for a low and slow pass, though not at a dangerous speed nor too close to the ground, he wiggled the big bird on her roll axis, as a symbol of salute and to show off the hastily painted Rebel Star Bird that adorned each side of her main bridge section. Picking an empty spot with in walking distance, he set her down as smooth at bantha butter, landing gear settling down in the grassy plane with a soft thump.

When the main cargo hold opened, belt came down riding a repulsor cart loaded with cooking supplies, fresh ingredients, and a few crates of the good liquor he had stored away.


Braze Jonyna Si Saram Kote Matthew of Valendale Ty'Raj Vex Jasper Kai'el Silas Westgard Medrit Kote Ko Vuto Novac Lyrikal

 

[Novac Lyrikal]

Matthew of Valendale

Novac gave a little nod at that, "I get yea," looking over at Roten "If you don't mind me asking. I noticed that guy following you around, he your apprentice or something?"

since the conversation was a bit more casual now novac couldn't help himself anymore. "also, I gotta ask, whats it like flying one those dragons? I mean I have a few dragons, but not like those beautiful things you ride. Besides it'd probably be kinda weird for me to ride one given my shape. Though I guess I could wrap myself around them." He said the last part with a small chuckle.

 

[Jonyna Si]

TAGS: Saram Kote​

"What kind of job were you hoping to get done and can it wait for a little bit? I'm kinda of on vacation."

"Actually, I was sort of looking to get in contact with Shuk." Jonyna noted. "The Big Dog. I'm gonna throw Strill a fat load of credits and make sure we have some future collaboration. But I can bug you later about it if need be."

 

[Matthew of Valendale]

Tags: Novac Lyrikal Roten ​

" Roten is one of my charges," he offered softly. "And you could certainly ride one of our Draconis. We have people much akin to your kind on Centerra who ride within our Aeries."

Matthew's expression warmed a touch.

"Perhaps you might like to join Roten and help him hand out a few nice gifts to the little ones? I can prepare a Draconis, should you wish to experience a ride."

 

[Novac Lyrikal]

Matthew of Valendale

There where others like him on centerra? "really? huh, can't say I've ever been to Centerra. Don't really know much about it either, who knows maybe I'll visit some day. Not like i got much going on anyway, mostly been roaming the galaxy, doing odd jobs here and there ya know. Gotta get credits to get good quality parts to fix up my droids somehow. Added bonus is I get to see a lot of interesting worlds and creatures. Kinda my thing I guess, always been good with animals. Part of it is I'm good at beast language and animal bond. The other part is ssither are natural telepaths."

Novac didn't really like using his telepathy to often of sentients since it felt a tad invasive. With animals however it was just another means of communication, one that came naturally to him.

Novac's eyes lit up a little at the mention he could ride one of the dragons, "Wait really? hmm, maybe later, was thinking of seeing Bauble , heard he has some wyrmlings up for adoption. I have the space, food, and ways to care for one. Might as well make sure they get a good home. Besides their so adorable. After that I might go join roten. We will have to let me carnelian meet your dragons, shes a tad wild, tame but still. She absolutely loves meeting other dragon like creatures."

 

[Bauble]

Tags: Novac Lyrikal ​

Bauble very much wanted to adopt out some of his little ones now they were old enough to be adopted out to good homes! He was overwhelmed as a single father after all. The various wyrmlings he had came in all sorts of colors and wing types each colorfully mimicking some sort of flowery style.