Come out of the Garden
A return home. That was a good thing. The Mon Calamari had spent some time, too much time, on the frozen wasteland that was Eschan, recently. Working on his research, expanding his knowledge on some technology and bracing armor for the cold. The cephalopod was not a Jedi, not even a Force user, but what he was? Was smart.
He had used his technology to bridge many gaps that the galaxy had. He wasn’t interested in credits, or power. Hoku was interested in keeping the galaxy safe. From assisting local governments with preparing for degradation of their planet, to helping explorers with the best gear possible.
Even his ship was something that wasn’t prepped for combat. The Keelkana had landed on Kattada, near the coast, and the Mon Calamari was working on testing a new fishing gear. Stepping into the shallows, he was a ways off from the main temple near Tidehome, in a peaceful quiet area.
The water was cool, the breeze balmy, and there were fish prey out there. His backpack was giving him more arms, something the ancient Mon Calamari had been able to use, bridged with science.
He knew he wasn't alone, there were always those watching, Jedi, travelers at rest, Witches...
He had used his technology to bridge many gaps that the galaxy had. He wasn’t interested in credits, or power. Hoku was interested in keeping the galaxy safe. From assisting local governments with preparing for degradation of their planet, to helping explorers with the best gear possible.
Even his ship was something that wasn’t prepped for combat. The Keelkana had landed on Kattada, near the coast, and the Mon Calamari was working on testing a new fishing gear. Stepping into the shallows, he was a ways off from the main temple near Tidehome, in a peaceful quiet area.
The water was cool, the breeze balmy, and there were fish prey out there. His backpack was giving him more arms, something the ancient Mon Calamari had been able to use, bridged with science.
He knew he wasn't alone, there were always those watching, Jedi, travelers at rest, Witches...