Jameris Malak
Crazy Old Coot
Largely untouched by the desire of the modern universe, Abbaji sat like a green gemstone in the outer rim of the galaxy. Fortune had brought Malak here in his early years of life. It was no wonder that it was the only place he'd ever really called home.
Travelers were few and companions besides the three nexu he befriended were basically unheard of. The amount of time that passed blurred sometimes but it didn't matter. Not to somebody who had retired from the affairs of the galactic war-mongers. All had become irrational: the religions, governments, guilds and corporations.
The hands of the universe were all stained with the blood of each others ancestors, hatred and fear had seeded itself deep into the belly of most of the universe. To say Jameris hands were clean would be a bold statement; your view on time and nature changes everything though. Long ago the struggle to battle himself had fallen away from Malak, judgement of events had led him to just sit and contemplate about what was happening. The desire for action had become insubstantial.
Life was all it could be on Abbaji, there was nothing waiting out in the universe for someone outmatched and with no real desire to take more life in confusion. The necessity of combat for survival was apparent though, that is why every night the old man thanked the force, the underlying fabric of the universe, that this world had remained largely unscathed by the unrest that accompanies being a sentient being.
The Irugian grove had always calmed him, even in past lives that he could now remember from his time in solitude. The trees and flowers of this world were exquisite: purples, blues, reds, and more of every shade. With no real reason for training other than to hunt and remain healthy, the only thing left to do was sit and smoke his pipeweed. It grew naturally in abundance on Abbaji and had one of the strongest effects of all natural substances he had encountered.
With nowhere to go, nobody to fight, and nothing to worry about - Malak spent his days enjoying the beauty of the world. Today's expedition was to his favorite waterfall, the nexu lunged through the trees nearby playing as Jameris ran through his forms vigorously on the thick limb of a firethorn tree. The small waterfall turned the pond it fed gently as Malak deftly somersaulted in place while running through martial arts patterns.
The force felt different today though, feelings that had not long come caused him to wonder. Sentience approached, the where and when were still difficult to discern through the misty haze of the force.
-Exciting-
Even Abbaji had fallen under the taint of universal confusion, but oddly enough, there was still little here to fight over.
Travelers were few and companions besides the three nexu he befriended were basically unheard of. The amount of time that passed blurred sometimes but it didn't matter. Not to somebody who had retired from the affairs of the galactic war-mongers. All had become irrational: the religions, governments, guilds and corporations.
The hands of the universe were all stained with the blood of each others ancestors, hatred and fear had seeded itself deep into the belly of most of the universe. To say Jameris hands were clean would be a bold statement; your view on time and nature changes everything though. Long ago the struggle to battle himself had fallen away from Malak, judgement of events had led him to just sit and contemplate about what was happening. The desire for action had become insubstantial.
Life was all it could be on Abbaji, there was nothing waiting out in the universe for someone outmatched and with no real desire to take more life in confusion. The necessity of combat for survival was apparent though, that is why every night the old man thanked the force, the underlying fabric of the universe, that this world had remained largely unscathed by the unrest that accompanies being a sentient being.
The Irugian grove had always calmed him, even in past lives that he could now remember from his time in solitude. The trees and flowers of this world were exquisite: purples, blues, reds, and more of every shade. With no real reason for training other than to hunt and remain healthy, the only thing left to do was sit and smoke his pipeweed. It grew naturally in abundance on Abbaji and had one of the strongest effects of all natural substances he had encountered.
With nowhere to go, nobody to fight, and nothing to worry about - Malak spent his days enjoying the beauty of the world. Today's expedition was to his favorite waterfall, the nexu lunged through the trees nearby playing as Jameris ran through his forms vigorously on the thick limb of a firethorn tree. The small waterfall turned the pond it fed gently as Malak deftly somersaulted in place while running through martial arts patterns.
The force felt different today though, feelings that had not long come caused him to wonder. Sentience approached, the where and when were still difficult to discern through the misty haze of the force.
-Exciting-
Even Abbaji had fallen under the taint of universal confusion, but oddly enough, there was still little here to fight over.