Nazo
RETIRED
Cadomai Prime
Brella Art Galleria
Renowned throughout the Galaxy as one of the prominent exporters of art of any kind, Cadomai Prime was also a frigid inhospitable world on the surface. Despite it's exotic allure of tourists from all corners of the cosmos, it was still a rather harsh and arctic climate. Mountaintops caked with year round snow, and the plains themselves barely saw any growth over the permafrost that layered the landscape. The lower levels and the subterranean tunnels leading to vast underground cities were a different matter entirely; as they connected a wide array of homes, shopping centers, and museums. Art was the passion of the people in all of it's forms from holography to music and even the written word. A talented lot of sentient beings known as the Snivvians were responsible for such creations. Most of the art was normally exported for sale and trade, but some of it - the best of it they kept here for the local tourist traps. Brella hosted a galleria of their finest works that had been donated by the citizens (or forcibly taken) as their government was heavily bred on dictatorship. It was on a transport ship that Nazo the Wanderer had made his way through the Galaxy to the ice ball of a planet, and there were many regrets on that front. Within the museum proper of stark white walls, ceiling and tiled floors a curious seven foot tall creature stood motionless surveying masterpieces of art that either projected onto the wall, or hung in more old fashioned variety. Nazo stood out, in the worst ways possible - one of which was his pet Gizka, who decided that one of the warming lamps that was originally keeping a plant company was best served as his own warming station. The lizard's intolerance to the cold was it's first priority to overcome, and a snapping venomous Gizka, no one wanted to touch. While it seemed that the figure's emotionless mask of white and red was fixated on the paintings, and other varieties of art, it was in-fact the creature inside the exoskeleton that was musing on masterpieces. Already a philosopher for many centuries, Nazo was already well aware of the diverse classifications and meanings behind the various tools used to accomplish such sights. However sharing these brief glimpses into the mind of the artist hadn't bode well for many of the tourists in the lobby.
Some poor and unfortunate but highly curious Snivvian had asked about the opinion of Nazo. That had led to a metallic palm being placed on the creature's wrinkled and leathery forehead combined with the touch of his articulate tongue. Magnetic resonance did the best job it could to scramble the beings brain circuitry in an attempt to convey the opinion of a holo-display that was using fractal geometry along with pulsing colors to show his emotions on the fall of the Galactic Empire's fourth incarnation. That seemed to cause quite a fuss, as the man fell into an immediate vegetative coma like state. Nazo didn't filter that kind of communication, and it was indeed a price to pay for any with a weak enough mind to fall prey to his indecipherable ramblings. The only reaction it received from Nazo though was a healthy shrug and a continual perusing of the pieces.
An hour later, the entire museum had been cleared out, with several security guards dead. The galleria had been locked down, and no one was being permitted entrance while they waited for authorities from a nearby system to respond to their call. Something had invaded their home, and it was violent enough to stop their meager response team. It was also quite hardy, as it had taken several pot shots from a blaster to various limbs. What these sentients did not know was that primarily he was made of durasteel, and that wasn't going phase him. With his Gizkla happily napping under the warm glow of a heat lamp, the creature stood in front of a new piece that was assembled in line with the rest. This one he would normally call 'Security Secured' as the guard was strung up on metallic wire, and bleeding out onto the floor from every orifice of it's body. The blood being contained by a ceramic bowl made by another artist. The piece spoke to him, and for the time being, he basked in the emotions of this current selection.
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