Velok the Younger
When I Was A Young Warthog
[member="Sasha Santhe"]
Velok mulled over her figure of speech for what seemed like a month. "Ah. A sports metaphor. I think I understand. But yes: let's find a way to distract them. I've played my father before, in various contexts. Not a difficult man imitate. If you have any kind of Force-resonant artifact or location handy, it might increase my presence and obscure my current lack of power."
He bared a tusk in frustration. The memories and strength his father had stolen from him might never fully return: that was the fear. Then again, Sasha was a capable teacher, and his strength had swelled in their weeks together.
Still too skinny and hairless and tuskless to be attractive, of course.
Velok mulled over her figure of speech for what seemed like a month. "Ah. A sports metaphor. I think I understand. But yes: let's find a way to distract them. I've played my father before, in various contexts. Not a difficult man imitate. If you have any kind of Force-resonant artifact or location handy, it might increase my presence and obscure my current lack of power."
He bared a tusk in frustration. The memories and strength his father had stolen from him might never fully return: that was the fear. Then again, Sasha was a capable teacher, and his strength had swelled in their weeks together.
Still too skinny and hairless and tuskless to be attractive, of course.