Stybla'sur'illmorf
Character
Location: Civilian Freighter 'The Exponent'
Tags:
Valery Noble
It has been many standard weeks since I have found any sign of what I am looking for, but that does not cause me any discomfort. Indeed, perhaps the opposite for if the secrets that I am looking for were so easily discovered, even with all the tools I have available to me, then no doubt they would have been plundered long ago. While there are much more obviou-
"Yep, it's like I told you, ain't nobody on here heard of a Csillian Comet"
Looking up from his questis and notes, Lasuril's cobalt brow furrowed as he looked at the barkeep with slight contempt.
Ithorian, middle aged, second mouth and third throat overly filled with coagulated saliva, possibly too much imbibing of rich spirits, also likely dehyration occuring from too much time in deep space, second stomach seems slightly inflated and yet rations for crew seem standard, access to additional nutrients obviously available, potential smuggling seems likely.
"I find that very strange considering the proximity to Csilla, basic probability surely informs you that running a restaurant or tavern near Ascendancy worlds would also have a large number of Ascendancy customers who are hoping to have access to familiar meals. Perhaps you can assist me in another endeavor my good sir?"
It had been sometime since Lasuril had chosen to come out from the small quarters he had managed to procure aboard the class A modular freight, it was one of the few crafts that routinely made it's way to the planet Volik, near the border of what had once been Chiss space. Most of his time had been spent reviewing his notes and research, ensuring that his deductions from holocron he kept even now tucked against his hip in sack, but even he needed to nourish his body every so often. But perhaps these sentients may be off assistance.
While Ithorian body language was one that the Chiss wasn't overly familiar with, it would have been obvious to any that assisting the young man was the last thing it wanted to do.
Rotating his questis, Lasuril brought up a rough topographical map of Voliks surface, taking his marker and zooming in on various parts.
"I can see in these regions that there are multiple settlements that seem relatively busy but additionally there seems to be ruins of some kind here, however it seems that the roads should have been maintained to these sites, either for archaeological significance or even for basic research. Do the citizens of this area have some faith-based fear of Jedi and their relics? Or have they simple chosen to leave these areas unresearched, potentially from a lack of understanding or even lacking the proper means to catalogue these? And also if you cannot help me can you point me in the direction of someone who can?"
The questions were fired off in extreme rapid succession, and the Ithorian took a step back at this seemingly rapid verbal assault. Blinking slowly for a few seconds as it digested, it roughly snatched the glass it had placed previously in front of Lasuril and shuffled further down the bar, grumbling under its breath.
With a dejected sigh, Lasuril turned to the filled cantina and tried to see if he could see anyone amidst the crowd that looked as if they may be able to assist.
Bounty Hunters, no doubt experienced but also likely to attempt to steal from me-
Cloaked woman, potentially a member of a martial cult based on fluidity of movements-
Three cloaked figures, hoods up and runes, symbology similar to those in the holocron, perhaps??
Word had spread of a threat that was beginning to burn it's way through the rim, a militaristic creed or savage brotherhood, the rumors had never been able to pinpoint or provide specifics, potentially because there were never any survivors and they were all captured, also potentially because the stories were exaggerated. Regardless, while the garb and attitude of these three travelers were aggressive and confident, the more that Lasuril examined them the more similarities he noted in the style of clothing and tattoos they exposed briefly when they reached for a drink and the symbols and discussions referenced in the Holocron.
"If any are able to assist me with my research into the Jedi and their potential relics on Volik, I am willing to pay!" he announced loudly, breaking the hum of noise that filled the room for only the briefest of moments before it resumed as the taverngoers returned to their conversations. Surely somebody would be interested, whether it be someone with genuine experience and knowledge, someone viewing him as a threat to their own claim, as is just as likely, somebody hoping to swindle him with false information.
Regardless, it will be an expansion on what I know now, perhaps the Ithorians smuggling is in conjunction with the quartermaster, although unlikely, as a member of the Devaronian species...
Once again back in his own realm of theoretical possibilities, Stybla'sur'illmorf picked his questis up and began to make his way back to his quarters.
Tags:
Valery Noble
It has been many standard weeks since I have found any sign of what I am looking for, but that does not cause me any discomfort. Indeed, perhaps the opposite for if the secrets that I am looking for were so easily discovered, even with all the tools I have available to me, then no doubt they would have been plundered long ago. While there are much more obviou-
"Yep, it's like I told you, ain't nobody on here heard of a Csillian Comet"
Looking up from his questis and notes, Lasuril's cobalt brow furrowed as he looked at the barkeep with slight contempt.
Ithorian, middle aged, second mouth and third throat overly filled with coagulated saliva, possibly too much imbibing of rich spirits, also likely dehyration occuring from too much time in deep space, second stomach seems slightly inflated and yet rations for crew seem standard, access to additional nutrients obviously available, potential smuggling seems likely.
"I find that very strange considering the proximity to Csilla, basic probability surely informs you that running a restaurant or tavern near Ascendancy worlds would also have a large number of Ascendancy customers who are hoping to have access to familiar meals. Perhaps you can assist me in another endeavor my good sir?"
It had been sometime since Lasuril had chosen to come out from the small quarters he had managed to procure aboard the class A modular freight, it was one of the few crafts that routinely made it's way to the planet Volik, near the border of what had once been Chiss space. Most of his time had been spent reviewing his notes and research, ensuring that his deductions from holocron he kept even now tucked against his hip in sack, but even he needed to nourish his body every so often. But perhaps these sentients may be off assistance.
While Ithorian body language was one that the Chiss wasn't overly familiar with, it would have been obvious to any that assisting the young man was the last thing it wanted to do.
Rotating his questis, Lasuril brought up a rough topographical map of Voliks surface, taking his marker and zooming in on various parts.
"I can see in these regions that there are multiple settlements that seem relatively busy but additionally there seems to be ruins of some kind here, however it seems that the roads should have been maintained to these sites, either for archaeological significance or even for basic research. Do the citizens of this area have some faith-based fear of Jedi and their relics? Or have they simple chosen to leave these areas unresearched, potentially from a lack of understanding or even lacking the proper means to catalogue these? And also if you cannot help me can you point me in the direction of someone who can?"
The questions were fired off in extreme rapid succession, and the Ithorian took a step back at this seemingly rapid verbal assault. Blinking slowly for a few seconds as it digested, it roughly snatched the glass it had placed previously in front of Lasuril and shuffled further down the bar, grumbling under its breath.
With a dejected sigh, Lasuril turned to the filled cantina and tried to see if he could see anyone amidst the crowd that looked as if they may be able to assist.
Bounty Hunters, no doubt experienced but also likely to attempt to steal from me-
Cloaked woman, potentially a member of a martial cult based on fluidity of movements-
Three cloaked figures, hoods up and runes, symbology similar to those in the holocron, perhaps??
Word had spread of a threat that was beginning to burn it's way through the rim, a militaristic creed or savage brotherhood, the rumors had never been able to pinpoint or provide specifics, potentially because there were never any survivors and they were all captured, also potentially because the stories were exaggerated. Regardless, while the garb and attitude of these three travelers were aggressive and confident, the more that Lasuril examined them the more similarities he noted in the style of clothing and tattoos they exposed briefly when they reached for a drink and the symbols and discussions referenced in the Holocron.
"If any are able to assist me with my research into the Jedi and their potential relics on Volik, I am willing to pay!" he announced loudly, breaking the hum of noise that filled the room for only the briefest of moments before it resumed as the taverngoers returned to their conversations. Surely somebody would be interested, whether it be someone with genuine experience and knowledge, someone viewing him as a threat to their own claim, as is just as likely, somebody hoping to swindle him with false information.
Regardless, it will be an expansion on what I know now, perhaps the Ithorians smuggling is in conjunction with the quartermaster, although unlikely, as a member of the Devaronian species...
Once again back in his own realm of theoretical possibilities, Stybla'sur'illmorf picked his questis up and began to make his way back to his quarters.
