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

[Novac Lyrikal]

As novac went to go see Bauble and the little ones he had he thought about what Matthew had said. Firstly 'courage without discipline can be dangerous' guess that made sense, someone with to much courage not enough discipline might go fight a sith lord even if they're no where as strong and get killed in the first minute of the fight.

Second, what he said about the chain of command, Novac started to realize he should think on that during his hour of required meditation tonight. If novac was going to keep going the way he was, collecting droids, fighting with them in battles, he'd hafe to make sure he was ready and a good fit to really lead them.

Third and Fourth. the fact he went there without really telling anyone, putting his life on the line on a predatory world. Novac of course felt the dark side oozing from the planet like a thick goop wanting to encase and trap anyone or anything it could. If he had died there...He of course thought about that before going but thinking of it now, those he knew would have wondered what happened to him, it would've seemed as if he just disappeared. And what of his droids and pets, the droids would be able to take care of themselves of course but they'd miss him. If he fell there then the rest of his droids might have as well, all their deaths would be on him. His pets however, they grew so attached to novac his death would weigh heavily on them, those few he'd brought with him that day would also have died.

He stopped for a moment, leaning against the wall. Was he really ready for this kind of thing? He'd explored plenty of places and done plenty of odd jobs here and there for others to get some credits, had to fight of course. But lead others to battle? He shook his head and decided this would be something to think on during meditation, for now, go see the cute wyrmlings.

As he finally got to where Bauble was with his little ones novac stopped for a moment and just stared, there where so many little wrymlings fluttering about, all different colors and with different wing shapes. It was like a bunch of little origami dragons flying around.

 

[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)

"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."

It took Saram a full thirty seconds to Jonyna Si 's Basic into the equivalent Mando'a phrases and she didn't know if she was able to accurately translate most of the phrases. "Ohthanksthemanda," blurted Saram almost immediately. "I can tell him you'd like a conversation, but if I know him, he's drinking enough booze to bankrupt a small system right now. Tell you the truth, after Kaas, who doesn't?"

She didn't want to be rude to Jonyna, but she was rather looking forward to the drink that Ty'Raj Vex had offered her. If nothing else, she could maybe pick up the missing pieces of information about who this seemingly inconsequential apple farmer with the odd 'gam was. How could she convey this non-verbally, she had no clue.

"Shabuir," he repeated with clear delight, drawing the word out a little. "You know, for a second there I thought you were about to call me something much worse. Glad I only caught the tail end of it.

Might be good to be careful about that... The Jetiise are always going on about setting a good example for the young-lings.

Wouldn't want to corrupt or to scandalize any young-lings' tender ears with all that colorful Mando'a, would we? Though between you and me… I'm not exactly complaining."

Saram tried and failed to resist the urge to raise her eyebrows in surprise when it seemed the farmer spoke Mando'a. "You speak Mando'a?" she asked with barely concealed surprise and ever the slightest hint of enthusiasm. Did he just speak Mando'a or was he a Mandalorian? Both sorts existed. She had figured this much during her time in the galaxy. If she was Mando'ad then what the shab kind of armor was that?

"Slipped out pretty naturally though. Should I be flattered that you're already comfortable enough to curse around the simple folk… or worried you're holding back the really good ones?"

"Either way, After the osik you all went through on Kaas, fake politeness must feel exhausting." His gaze lingered on her for a long few moments though his gaze was, appreciative and just a touch admiring. "You don't strike me as the type to waste time on it anyway... You can come with me if you like... lest you want to spend some time catching up on gossip with your girlfriend there~"

"Do I seem the type to let the Jetii stop me cursing then?" she asked in Mando'a this time, a grin slowly spreading across her features. "Drink first, you can make a decision on being flattered during or after," she added before she caught what he said last and took a breath to steady her thoughts so she could construct the sentence in Basic, though now she was tempted to unleash the the full extend of her grasp of Mando'a on this conversation, "She's very happily taken and I'm I'm not interested. Now, let's get going before my vode finish every drop of gal in this place."

She mouthed a quick 'sorry' to the Cathar Jedi as she turned to make her way off in the direction of the bar. She was getting that drink, whether he was buying or not.

 

[Jasper Kai'el]

Refuge
Tags: Jonyna Si , Silas Westgard , Ty'Raj Vex , Saram Kote , Others

Lightsaber, Refuge, Respite, Jedi Outcasts, Grafted into Stone
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"And before you ask, we've actually been seeing each other for quite a while now. We only started getting serious recently."

"Hey, I'm happy for you, man," he stated. "It... can give what you do a lot of purpose."

It wasn't long before they were at the Jedi Temple. It was filled with all sorts of individuals, most of whom had been present for the raid on Dromund Kaas. The odd mixture of Jedi, Mandalorians, and winged centurions all intermingling. Jasper had chosen the name 'Outcast' for a reason, having felt that he no longer belonged in a more centralized Jedi Order, but he never expected he would have cultivated anything like this.

The sight brought a smile to his face. Who said Outcasts had to be loners?

"Ain't this just a mess," the Jedi Master joked, managing a chuckle. "You'd never imagine anything got done around here. Anyways, help yourself to whatever, yeah? You've earned it."

They all had.

 

[Bauble]

Tags: Novac Lyrikal

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There were plenty of little pollenwyrms to choose from, a whole bushel of wyrmlings nosing through leaves, clambering over one another, and chewing on anything that looked even slightly edible. A few dozed in a soft pile near the roots, their tiny bellies round with stolen snacks, while others bumbled through the garden on unsteady feet, trailing petals and pollen dust in their wake.

Bauble perked up at the sight of someone new approaching, his maw curling into a goofy, lizard-like smile. He lifted his head from where he had been serving as both guardian and unwilling climbing stone, several tiny wyrmlings still draped across his back like living feather scarfs.

"Hello~ Have you come to relieve Bauble of his fatherly duties and adopt a little pollinator for your gardens?" he asked hopefully.

One of the wyrmlings nibbled at the tip of his tail.... Bauble's smile strained.

"Bauble loves them dearly… but Bauble has begun hearing tiny feet and wing-flutters in his dreams. They have become sleep thieves with wings. Bauble was once a proud creature… now Bauble is a warm rock with snacks, and Bauble's tail has been nibbled into a parenting noodle."

 

[Novac Lyrikal]

Novac didn't move for a moment as he watched the little ones roam about, he couldn't believe how small they where, Bauble was about the size of his hand but the wrymlings where about the size of his finger if not smaller. He noticed a few of them gave the giant that was himself odd looks. Novac lowerd himself onto the ground resting his head on his hands to try and not be as intimidating to the little ones.

looking over to bauble novac responded, "Hello there, I have indeed." As he listened to bauble talk one of the little ones, a black, purple, and blue one(like the one directly under the nest on the left next to the black and white one) started chewing on one of his claws. Novac could only look and chuckle a little at the tiny dragon. "I'm not surprised, your taking care of all of them by yourself, i'd think most would go a little crazy. Sleep thievess huh? well good thing i only sleep for three hours, plenty of time awake to watch a little one. Might want to watch your tail though, might not have one left if they keep going."

he raised the claw the wrymling was chewing, it refused to let go so novac put 2 hands below to make sure it didn't fall far.

 

[Ty'Raj Vex]

Saram Kote
He offered her a faint smile in reply. “Perhaps I’ve learned a fair bit in my lifetime,” he mused. He gave her a little time to decide whether she wished to join him before continuing along his path, gently nudging the repulsorlift stacked with crates of apples.

“Ni ceta, Al’verde,” Vex replied in Mando’a, the apology sounding as though he were drawing an old blade from a sheath long left untouched with soem small sentiment of care to how it was handled. The words came slow, and tempered, with a gentle sort of languid certainty, sounding less a lesson remembered than a part of himself he had not needed to show in some time. “I meant no insult by assuming about Jonyna. In my defense, I’ve seen stranger courtships begin with fewer sparks.”

His smile warmed at the edge just slightly at some passing thoughts of such memories.

“And I never said the Jetii could stop you from cursing,” he added, still in that same slow yet measured Mando’a, his tone turning faintly wicked before adding, “Only that perhaps it's more polite to at least look like you were trying not to scandalize them.”

He tipped his chin toward her, amused offeirng her a sly, side long glance.

“Aye? That hesitation tells me you’re a kind and polite young lady… or at least one trying very hard to be polite around 'strangers'.” He guided the cart toward a young Thyrsian man with a Padawan’s braid. “Dravek, here’s all the fruit your Headmaster requested,” he called simply switching back to basic.

From there, he made the handoff, steadying one of the crates before it could shift too far on the lift. Once the crates were settled and the fruit passed into Dravek's care, Vex dusted his hands off against his coat and glanced back to Saram with that same faint, foxlike smile.

"Well then," he said, shifting easily back into Mando'a, "I believe I owe you a drink, Al'verde."

He nodded his head towards the local cantina, a low-roofed place set near the edge of the settlement road, where warm light spilled through weathered windows and the murmur of voices drifted out each time the door opened. The smell of spiced meat, clean fresh mint, and old wood clung to the air around it.

Vex walked at an unhurried pace, not quite leading so much as making the path easy to follow for soem oen with shorter legs than his own.

"I'd ask if you're the sort who likes something sweet," he continued, glancing sidelong at her, "but I suspect that might earn me one of those curses you've been so kindly sparing the Jetii. So tell me properly… what does a woman like you prefer to drink?"

When they reached the cantina, Vex stepped ahead just enough to catch the door before it swung shut behind a patron leaving. He held it open with one hand, his posture loose, and unhurried, as though the gesture cost him nothing and meant only what she chose to make of it.

"After you, Al'verde," he said, keeping his voice low and steady. "Before you accuse me of forgetting my manners entirely."

 

[Bauble]

Tags: Novac Lyrikal ​

Bauble's eyes went wide as the little black-and-violet wyrmling clung to Novac's claw with all the fury of a creature who had discovered its life's purpose.

"Ohhh," Bauble said softly, lowering his head as if witnessing some ancient ceremony. "That one has already made an assessment." The tiny wyrmling gnawed with serious focus, wings tucked close, little tail curling around Novac's claw like a ribbon of mischief.

"Bauble believes you have been selected," he announced. Bauble shifted, trying not to disturb the pile of wyrmlings draped across his back. One slid down his shoulder, sneezed a puff of pollen, and immediately attempted to chew on a leaf twice its size.

"They like warmth, soft fruit, flowering plants, and being praised for crimes," Bauble explained. "Do not let the small face deceive you. That is not innocence. That is a tiny garden tyrant wearing cute colors."

He leaned closer to the wyrmling chewing Novac's claw.

"And you," Bauble said, narrowing his eyes with theatrical seriousness, "must be polite. This is your possible new tall person. We do not eat our tall persons on the first day." The wyrmling did not release its prize.... Bauble sighed.

"Bauble sees negotiations will be difficult... it looks like this little one likes you," Bauble said, his voice warm with quiet delight. "Would you consider taking this wyrmling home with you? It could help tend your gardens, keep the soil lively, and make itself useful among the flowers."

He lowered his head slightly toward the tiny creature. "Bauble thinks it has already chosen where it wishes to grow."

 

[Novac Lyrikal]

Bauble

Novac could only stare at the little thing holding onto his claw for a few moments. It was so tiny, smaller then this finger and absolutely adorable, "I believe your right." As one of the wrymlings sneezed then started attacking the leaf, truly a mighty battle, he said a quick "bless you little one."

"I believe this little one will find my ship a small, maybe large given the size, paradise. I dont think i have a single room that doesn't have at least 4 plants in it. Then theres the garden, or as i call it, the sanctuary. It's where my other creatures stay, and dont worry this one would be in no danger, i've made sure everyone else on this ship treats living things with care. You should have seen that time one of my massiffs had a ton of butterflys covering them, adorable."

As the little wrymling kept trying to eat his claw novac just let it. "Correct me if I'm wrong but your species also likes shiny things yes? If thats the case this one will like my ship even more, I regular scavenge and salvage stuff so he'll have plenty to choose from for himself. Oh and warmth wont be a problem, i prefer it as well, something we have in common."

For a moment the wrymling let go, only to look around for a moment and go right back to chewing on his claw. "I think it'd be rude to refuse this one. I'd be more then glad to adopt them." he said with a smile.

 

[Bauble]

Tags: Novac Lyrikal ​

Bauble perked up at the mention of shiny things, as though his favorite word had been spoken aloud and awakened some deep-seated need within him. His little head lifted at once, eyes widening with avid interest as his tail gave an eager twitch.

"Oh~? Yesssss, I loooooove shinnies! Precious shinnies are so hard to come by!" he declared, practically wriggling with delight. "The sweetlings and ladies love shinnies as well. He who has the most shinnies in his collection is the best Pollenwyrm of them all by far yes yes yes this is widely agreed upon! Sparklies are highly sought after treasures to be kept. "

 

[Novac Lyrikal]

Novac couldn't help but chuckle at Bauble . "Then perhaps this little one will grow up to be the best of them all." Novac thought about this little one in a nest full of shiny things, maybe even a disco ball like nest. "I should probably ask to be certain but is there any special care i should know about? I know warmth, their size, and needing lots of food are some major things."

Clearly food was on this little ones mind as he kept trying to eat his claw. "this one is quite bold," lowering his head closer to the little biter, "Aren't you." he said as he carefully petted its tiny head. He was a little nervous about doing so given the size difference.

 

[Saram Kote]

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Tag(s): Ty'Raj Vex

Saram's Equipment

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

• 
  
  • 'Chur Kute' Active Wear [x] ( thanks to Braze )
  • Combat Boots
• 
  
  • 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)

“Ni ceta, Al’verde,” Vex replied in Mando’a, the apology sounding as though he were drawing an old blade from a sheath long left untouched with soem small sentiment of care to how it was handled. The words came slow, and tempered, with a gentle sort of languid certainty, sounding less a lesson remembered than a part of himself he had not needed to show in some time.

For a moment Saram wondered how the haran it was that he knew her rank. She was tempted make a pointed inquiry when realization hit her. The other Jetii had obviously talked. She had no shabla clue why they'd picked her out of more than a battalion's worth of Mandalorian verde, but her having to be lectured by a Jetii of all people on comms discipline was probably more of a notable event than she was giving it credit for being. Which reminded her, she owed Odom Orzmod a drink at some point.

“I meant no insult by assuming about Jonyna. In my defense, I’ve seen stranger courtships begin with fewer sparks.”

"Kaysh ret mirsh solus al kaysh cuyi naas," she said, responding to his apology. "Isn't that the truth," she then added in response, in Mando'a still. She could certainly empathize with, she'd seen a lot of things she couldn't explain, especially when it came to that front.

“And I never said the Jetii could stop you from cursing,” he added, still in that same slow yet measured Mando’a, his tone turning faintly wicked before adding, “Only that perhaps it's more polite to at least look like you were trying not to scandalize them.”

Saram was sheepish for a moment before a devious smile cracked across her features, "Good thing those poor ad'ike don't speak Mando'a then." she said, still with a grin plastered on her face. The though did make her think about when she started learning to curse in both Mando'a and Basic. Basic came later, when she was working in Hutt space, Mando'a she remembered she picked up from the older ad'ike during training. Huh, maybe it was just about keeping them from picking up the habit. Old habits died hard, after all.

“Aye? That hesitation tells me you’re a kind and polite young lady… or at least one trying very hard to be polite around 'strangers'.” He guided the cart toward a young Thyrsian man with a Padawan’s braid. “Dravek, here’s all the fruit your Headmaster requested,” he called simply switching back to basic.

"Not a mind reader, are we?" she asked in jest, though some paranoid feeling that she quickly suppressed did try to shove its way to the forefront of her thoughts. She had no shabla clue what a headmaster was, it not being a Basic word she ran into on the job nearly often enough to know the Mando'a translation of off the top of her head. The momentary frown of confusion on her face disappeared as she resolved to look it up later.

"Well then," he said, shifting easily back into Mando'a, "I believe I owe you a drink, Al'verde."

Saram looked at the cantina as he gestured toward it. She would be shabla lying she said that it didn't seem like her type of establishment. Reminded her very much of the establishments at home, the ones on their ships smelled almost the same, sans the burned wood of course. Those were fire hazards on a warship. She was almost unprepared for the wave of nostalgia that hit her.

Vex walked at an unhurried pace, not quite leading so much as making the path easy to follow for soem oen with shorter legs than his own.

Saram had quickly snapped herself out of her own thoughts, ready to hasten her pace to match his but was pleasantly surprised to find that she didn't have to. Just who the shab was this guy? Some vhett who happened to speak Mando'a and had Jetii to pick up the latest information from? She wasn't concerned, for now, just...curious.

"I'd ask if you're the sort who likes something sweet," he continued, glancing sidelong at her, "but I suspect that might earn me one of those curses you've been so kindly sparing the Jetii. So tell me properly… what does a woman like you prefer to drink?"

"Whatever makes the paperwork and other osi-details, yes, details, go faster. Tihaar usually, but I doubt this place has Tihaar. Whyrren's will make do nicely," she answered. "Not sure about all women in this trade though," she quickly added, mostly in jest.

"After you, Al'verde," he said, keeping his voice low and steady. "Before you accuse me of forgetting my manners entirely."

Saram responded with a smile, a chuckle and a rude gesture she was sure had an equivalent in all languages before she coughed out a somewhat rushed, "Vor entye." Her eyes initially found a quiet looking booth, but she quickly decided on one a little more public, still quiet though. Knowing he likely wouldn't mind if she took the door facing the exit gracefully, but with a degree of haste. Almost if she was sure that if she didn't take it quickly it would be taken.

 

[Bauble]

Tags: Novac Lyrikal ​

Bauble's bright little eyes fixed upon the black, purple, and blue wyrmling presently gnawing upon Novac's claw with the grave ambition of a creature certain it had discovered something edible, important, or both.

"Oh," Bauble said, as if this explained everything. "This one has chosen violence. Or friendship. Sometimes they are almost the same thing when the teeth are very small."

The little pollenwyrm did not seem to want to let go.

Bauble shuffled closer, his goofy smile growing wide enough to show his own small teeth. Several of the other wyrmlings peered out from behind him in curious heaps of wings, tails, and petal-soft color, and twitching little feelers. One chirred, as another sneezed a glittering puff of pollen over its own nose and looked deeply wronged by the world.

"If you have come to adopt, then Bauble must tell you the aaaaallllllllllllll the rules," he said, lifting one tiny claw with solemn importance. "Warmth. Sweet fruit. Nectar if you can find it. Little bugs if it is a hunter. No cold rooms. No rain. No sleeping near engines unless you wish to spend half your life fishing it out of places it should not be. Engines are quite bad for our kind... many great tragedies are because of engines being so warm... AH.. HEATING PADS and warm rocks... yes... the magical rock plug in the magical wall of elec-tri-cee-ty that get all toasty woasty are besteses. "

He leaned forward and squinted at the stubborn little wyrmling.

"And no wires," Bauble added. "No buttons. No jewelry unless it is a gift. No important papers. No ceremonial tassels. No biting strangers unless they are very rude, very edible, or very much trying to eat you first."

The wyrmling made a muffled sound around Novac's claw as Bauble started trying to list an elcletic set of rules. Bauble nodded as though this had been a perfectly reasonable contribution.

"Yes, yes, Bauble knows. You are fierce and terrible. The absolute doom of many insects." His voice softened then, warm with obvious pride. "But you are also small. So very very small. A big friend must remember that, and that you are easily crush-ed... emotionally and other wise... Most of our kin are only so lucky to have one to three Wyrmlings survive egg stage to adolecence... The great and powerful Leos has bestowed Bauble with immense blessings of all Dahlia and Bauble's clutch of eggs hatching! This is almost unheard of! A Grand miracle of life! Such creatures may not make it to adult hood either.... "

He looked up at Novac again, smile gentling into something more hopeful with gleaming little beady eyes.

"If it crawls close to your hand, let it smell you. If it climbs near your heart, let it hear you breathe. They like warmth, and voices. They like their names, too, though sometimes they pretend not to listen until snacks are involved."

Bauble's tail gave a pleased little curl.

"Perhaps you should name this one. It is harder to lose a small thing once the heart knows what to call it."

 

[Novac Lyrikal]

As Bauble novac listened and made a mental list. "warmth and heating pads huh? Seems we got that in common." Due to novac being a large snake he to loved a good heating pad, in fact his entire bed was one giant heating pad.

" Definitely wont have to worry about the engine, already had to block it off to make sure my other creatures dont go near." His massiffs where especially prone to going in there when they shouldn't.

"Sweet fruits, insects, and nectar will also be easy for this little one to find. I dont think i have a single room in my ship that doesnt have some sort of plant life." Part of the reason for that was because he enjoyed how they looked, but also because he could pick little fruits off and give them to his pets as treats whenever.

"a miracle indeed, to have so many little adorable ones running around. As for a name, hmm" novac lifted his finger and tilted his head, thinking for some time. "what would suit you little one...how about pitbit?" At that the small wrymling actually stopped biting for a few second to look at novac and make a small chirp like sound, before going back to biting. chuckling softly "I believe that was a yes."

 

[Bauble]

Tags: Novac Lyrikal ​

Bauble listened with growing delight, his little head tilting this way and that as Novac listed plants in every room.

"This is good," Bauble declared, very seriously. "This is very good. A warm ship is a kind ship. A ship with plants is a clever ship. A ship with blocked engines is a ship that has learned from previous crimes."

Then Novac offered the name.

"Pitbit," Bauble repeated, soft and careful, as though testing how the little word felt in his mouth.

The newly named wyrmling paused just long enough to chirp before returning to the noble work of gnawing on Novac's finger. Bauble's eyes widened with immediate approval.

"Ohhh yes. That is a good name. A brave little name. A snack-thief name." He leaned closer, lowering his snout toward the tiny creature. "You hear this, little tooth-crime? You have a warm tall friend now. This means rules. No engines. No stealing important papers. No biting too hard unless friendship requires a very small bite."

Bauble drew himself up with all the dignity a tiny dragon covered in hatchlings could manage.

"Bauble blesses this adoption," he said, bright and solemn. "Pitbit will have warmth, fruit, bugs to conquer, and plants to bully. This is a very fortunate fate."

His little claws kneaded once against the ground. "Take good care of him, warm tall friend. He is small… but small things know how to take up very large places."

 

[Ty'Raj Vex]

Saram Kote
"Good thing, yes," he agreed simply, a coy little smirk touching his mouth in reply to her comment about the children here not knowing Mando'a.

"Not by profession," he offered in reply to the mind-reading comment.

Once they were settled, he drifted away long enough to fetch the drinks, attempting to procure what he thought she might like. When he returned, he carried four glasses in total; two for each of them. The first pair was safer, darker, more respectable, the kind of drink one could nurse through a conversation without making a fool of oneself. The second pair came in bright blue glasses, each topped with fruit: a cherry and a neat little wedge of lime. He set them down with careful hands, sliding hers across first.

"I thought we could try both. "
He let her choose which of teh drinks she wanted before taking one of the blue ones and taking a sip.

"Have you ever been to Live Orchard? You can make very good alcohol from apples, if you have the patience for it. Hard cider, brandy, applejack… even sweet ice-wine, if the frost comes right and you are willing to wait. The best ones taste harmless at first..."

 

[Saram Kote]

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Tag(s): Ty'Raj Vex

Saram's Equipment

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

• 
  
  • 'Chur Kute' Active Wear [x] ( thanks to Braze )
  • Combat Boots
• 
  
  • 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)

"Good thing, yes," he agreed simply, a coy little smirk touching his mouth in reply to her comment about the children here not knowing Mando'a.

Saram couldn't help but let out a quick, short, amused laugh. She was distinctly aware of the fact that was making light of her seemingly ceaseless ability to find new age inappropriate words in Mando'a.

"Not by profession," he offered in reply to the mind-reading comment.

At first, this sounded like a no, the refusal she was hoping he would respond to that jest with. For the briefest of moments, the amused expression that had just occupied her features melted as her paranoia took over. Was he a mind reader? Was he a Jetii. It'd be just her shabla luck too.

Once they were settled, he drifted away long enough to fetch the drinks, attempting to procure what he thought she might like. When he returned, he carried four glasses in total; two for each of them. The first pair was safer, darker, more respectable, the kind of drink one could nurse through a conversation without making a fool of oneself. The second pair came in bright blue glasses, each topped with fruit: a cherry and a neat little wedge of lime. He set them down with careful hands, sliding hers across first.

She allowed her mind to instead occupy itself with the details of the drinks Ty'Raj Vex had brought them. She picked up one of the second pair and inspected it, as though it were some manner of bizarre object. "What's this supposed to be?" she asked genuine confusion mixing with curiosity.

"I thought we could try both. "
He let her choose which of teh drinks she wanted before taking one of the blue ones and taking a sip.

"I'll try almost anything once, especially if its gal," she replied with a shrug. Truth was, she'd give anything a try once probably only if it was gal. Well, she'd promised Ran she would in any case. Here went nothbing, if this tasted awful...she was going to kick his shebs.

"Jat'jahaal!" she said, clinking her glass against his before she followed his cue and took a sip. "Not what I usually drink," she declared a moment later. "But is sweetened to haran, I don't hate it, not bad." As she took a second sip, she quickly came to the realization that the only reason she didn't hate was indeed what she had said, it was sweetened to haran.

"Have you ever been to Live Orchard? You can make very good alcohol from apples, if you have the patience for it. Hard cider, brandy, applejack… even sweet ice-wine, if the frost comes right and you are willing to wait. The best ones taste harmless at first..."

"I have patience for a lot of things, vod. I'm not sure if I've got the patience to wait for something to become gal," she said with a laugh. "I'm sure it tastes fantastic, though," she added with a chuckle.

 

[Ty'Raj Vex]

Saram Kote

Vex raised his glass to meet hers when prompted, then took a few more sips of the blue drink, indulging in the sweetness of it.

“Mnnn… helps loosen up the muscles after a long day of honest work,” he mused softly.

“Fortunately for you, I already have some stock brewing, if you’d like to come visit and sample a few batches. I’ve been experimenting with making them super sweet… caramel apple and apple pie sorts of flavors, blended and infused into some of the corn water. The apple pie one is pretty darn tasty, which makes it dangerous…” he added, a faint amusement lingering in his voice.

“We’ve got the west orchard in bloom right now, too, if you’re one for the sights of nature. Though a little birdy told me you don’t get out much beyond work… you stay pretty busy, huh?”

 

[Saram Kote]

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Tag(s): Ty'Raj Vex

Saram's Equipment

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

• 
  
  • 'Chur Kute' Active Wear [x] ( thanks to Braze )
  • Combat Boots
• 
  
  • 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)

"Mnnn… helps loosen up the muscles after a long day of honest work," he mused softly.

"I'll bet," she answered. "Nothing like some good gal after a hard day's work." Though she got the feeling of course that they both had wildly differing experiences when it came to what constituted a 'day of hard work'. His probably involved a lot less shooting people she told herself. Probably.

"Fortunately for you, I already have some stock brewing, if you'd like to come visit and sample a few batches. I've been experimenting with making them super sweet… caramel apple and apple pie sorts of flavors, blended and infused into some of the corn water. The apple pie one is pretty darn tasty, which makes it dangerous…" he added, a faint amusement lingering in his voice.

"Well, how could I say no to another to that?" she asked, the faintest hint of a smile flickering across her features. "You had me at tasty gal," she said with a laugh. First she'd agreed to a drink and now she was agreeing to visit an orchard? Was she losing her mind? Was this what going mad felt like? There was far too much to get done for all this. Then again there was something about the idea of at least trying to solve something of the mystery of who this Mando'a speaking apple farmer was that appealed to her.

"We've got the west orchard in bloom right now, too, if you're one for the sights of nature. Though a little birdy told me you don't get out much beyond work… you stay pretty busy, huh?"

"A little birdy?" she asked, eyebrows raised. "Who the..." she started, about to continue that as she usually would be generously sprinkling less than savory Mando'a verbiage but she remembered what he had said earlier. "Who has the time?" she asked. Her usual fallback whenever she was questioned on her tendencies.

Then again, she was never going to solve this mystery that was intriguing her so if she didn't indulge him a little. Besides, she was interested in trying this apple gal stuff. Besides, how much could she really get done in the time it would take for this orchard visit would take in any case? "Alright, fine, but only because you're tempting me with this apple gal stuff," she said, admitting to half of the truth.

 

[Ty'Raj Vex]

Saram Kote
"To surviving ugly places and finding decent drinks after," Vvex said, lifting his glass in some loose offering of a cheer before taking a measured sip.

"Thankfully, there aren't very many ugly places out in the orchards," he added, settling back with an ease that looked almost practiced. "Most of my worries are smaller things; harvests, bad weather, hauling crates, and making sure the fruit gets where it needs to go before it spoils."

His tone stayed light, almost plain, as his lone good eye wandered the room with mild purpose. It moved from face to face, lingered on hands, marking exits, studying corners, and all the little shifts in posture most folk missed. He did it casually enough, glass still in hand, shoulders relaxed, as he took slow sips.

"Some times wild predators sneak on to the land trying to get at the chickens and ducks... that generally leads to some pretty late nights out side giving me a pretty nice view of the stars... It's pretty peaceful work out that way lot of nice bird song to listen to and a cool breeze sweeping through the orchards in summer is nice.... Are there any games you like to play with cards or do you typically end up with far too much paper work for such luxuries? "

 

[Saram Kote]

​

Tag(s): Ty'Raj Vex

Saram's Equipment

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

• 
  
  • 'Chur Kute' Active Wear [x] ( thanks to Braze )
  • Combat Boots
• 
  
  • 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)

"To surviving ugly places and finding decent drinks after," Vvex said, lifting his glass in some loose offering of a cheer before taking a measured sip.

"It'll drink to that ," Saram replied, lifting her glass as she made eye contact with him. "Jat'jahaal," she added before taking a sip. Kaas had been haran, but it had been nothing like what they were all dreading it would be. Typical dar'jetii, they had talked the place up so much it had been far tamer than what she was expecting. She had yet to meet someone who was a veteran of the defense of Breshig that didn't feel the same.

"Thankfully, there aren't very many ugly places out in the orchards," he added, settling back with an ease that looked almost practiced. "Most of my worries are smaller things; harvests, bad weather, hauling crates, and making sure the fruit gets where it needs to go before it spoils."

"Sounds like farm life to me," she said, thinking of the few she had seen in her youth. Everything was aquaponics now, hard to grow food when there was no slaat for it to grow in on the ships and stations they had moved their society to. It was safer this way, but something about this conversation made her miss home. Life was simper back then, but she wouldn't give up what she had for what once was if she had the choice. She had been doing this for as long as she could really remember in any case. For better or worse, this was her life now.

"A little too sedate for me, no offence," she said, a smile on her face. "Besides, what I do pays way too well," she laughed. That wasn't strictly true, she loved what she did, the pay was just a nice benefit, not to mention all the other benefits the job had. She couldn't see herself retiring anytime soon in any case.

"Some times wild predators sneak on to the land trying to get at the chickens and ducks... that generally leads to some pretty late nights out side giving me a pretty nice view of the stars... It's pretty peaceful work out that way lot of nice bird song to listen to and a cool breeze sweeping through the orchards in summer is nice.... Are there any games you like to play with cards or do you typically end up with far too much paper work for such luxuries? "

You didn't need much to kill one of those, they were fairly easy, nothing like the Vuhyr'yaliyr that she had killed for her final test that her unit's namesake was derived from. "What kind of predators?" she asked out of politeness and idle curiosity than anything else. She expected to hear about wild Akk Dogs that colonists had brought with them or perhaps some kind of relative of the Anooba that had ended up here.