Private Mind, Matter, and Mandalore

[Loomi]

Mind, Matter, and Mandalore
Braslin, Mandalore
Tags: Marimax Mortui

Mandalore had suffered greatly at the hands of the New Imperial Order. That was what Loomi had been told, anyways. A proud warrior culture driven from their home... It certainly struck a cord with the young Godoan. Violent tendencies aside, she had a great deal of respect for those who upheld a code. Maybe that's why she had such a great disdain for criminals then? No, that seemed to simple. It must be something else... That was of little importance at the moment. The Jedi padawan was there for relief work. Simple Jedi duties. It was not uncommon for the Order to send members out to provide service to worlds that needed it. Proud as they were, Mandalore was in need of such things.

To her credit, Loomi had never reconstructed a building of any kind before. Or maybe she had and simply forgot. Whatever the case was, she was in the small settlement of Braslin laying roof onto new structures. She wasn't doing half bad all things considered.

"Nice work, jetii," the organizer told her.

Loomi took note of that word. Jetii... it seemed to be their term for Jedi. That made sense.

"Take a break," the man continued. "You've earned it."

"Thank you," the Godoan responded, giving a respectful bow.

With that, Loomi wasted no time finding a grassy clearing to sit and think. Did she come from a world like this? Probably not. She gazed around ideally, nothing catching her singular eye that seemed to jog any sort of memory. Maybe she had simply suffered to much damage. Maybe she didn't have a home at all. It certainly didn't bring her closer to figuring out who she was. It was all just speculation in the end of the day. Thought provoking, sure, but certainly not productive.

Maybe she'd just meditate on it for a while. Yeah, that's what Jedi did.

 

[Marimax Mortui]

Gear: MM Beskar'gam / Trauma and Blackout / Rapture / XX (Dagger) / Fire Breath / B.U.G. / INT-66 / MX-111 / M3-X
Tags: Loomi

To other Mandos, Marimax would be considered un-Mando, a traitor to the beliefs upheld by the Mandalorian code. But he didn't care where he stood amongst their trivial judgements. He buried his parents, most of his friends, and found the numerous Mandalorian factions lost in a system of beliefs he could never throw is towel with; one idea was the same as those that failed numerous times. So, he kept his armor locked away whilst he farmed and tilled his land; feeding his livestock and playing hide-in-seek with some stray cat that stumbled with a limp onto his farm. He nursed it back to health, setting the leg, and feeding the furry creature to strength, sending it off, only to be surprised everyday it returned. He named her Callie, a Jedi Padawan he accidently killed, and loved as a child he never would have himself. A memory that haunts him daily, damn the Sith. He found forgiveness with his new Callie, he told himself, whishing that horrific memory could be whipped from his mind.

Outside of farming, which was profitable and put food on his table, he was a blacksmith, a secondary income. In spite of his reputation of taking his armor off and only donning it when called for; people still flocked to his forge asking for this and that. Most days he took their credits, lesser days he did it for free. He was a fractured man, never understanding the politics of how society works. He was hermit. But a hermit with a dark past. A past he tried to drink away, found sobriety, and turned it to farming and smithing. But a Mando is a Mando forever. In flesh, he was just another man. In his beskar'gam he was fearsome warrior. Mostly, he was just a man.

And it fell upon some odd and weird turn of events that Callie flew from the farm toward the troves of trees. Braslin has her shares of predators, some nasty and some nastier. Over the course of time, Marimax and Callie became each other's best friends. Cursing under his breath, he ran into his home, grabbing his dual pistols, and chased off after the little cat; calling out her name whilst he looked for her. His eyes grew wide, stopping in his tracks at the sight before him. Callie was silently stalking, in a playful manner, an individual upon the grassy knoll. Marimax fought Jedi, Sith, and other Mandos in his time. He didn't have the Force....he just knew what they were by appearance, body language, and stature. And now Callie was growing closer to this young Jedi, cursing under his breath; he crouched down trying to coax Callie to come back. But the cat was far more intersted in that individual than Marimax. Marimax didn't want to draw the attention of this Jedi, so he raised his voice a little higher; whilst keeping his eye on the young creature.

 

[Loomi]

Braslin, Mandalore
Tags: Marimax Mortui

A soft movement took Loomi's attention from her thoughts. Slight movements in the force, ripples of activity that her tracking senses naturally picked up on. Her antennae flitted about as she sensed the air around her, turning to find a feline creature bounding up to her in curiosity. The Godoan couldn't help but smile. Small creatures were, after all, a sort of weakness of hers.

"Hey there," she beamed, "Golly, where did you come from?"

Was the cat wild? Did Mandalore have wild cats? Maybe. Loomi didn't understand much about the ecosystem of the planet, or any planet for that matter. The girl extended her hand to let the cat sniff it as she reflected on the feasibility of such a thing, only to pick up on more movement. It was something larger, tailing after the cat, but the little creature seemed unbothered by such a presence. It made it easy to assume that it was probably the critter's caretaker.

"Hello!" Loomi called out, "Is this your cat?"

It hadn't even crossed her mind that the individual may not be friendly. The Godoan was very scatter brained these days, though it wasn't like there were many other days she could recall before this.

 

[Marimax Mortui]

Gear: MM Beskar'gam / Trauma and Blackout / Rapture / XX (Dagger) / Fire Breath / B.U.G. / INT-66 / MX-111 / M3-X
Tags: Loomi

Bearing witness to Callie warming up to another, more so to a species unfamiliar to himself, Marimax stopped his advance, keeping his pistols at the ready. Jedi, in his opinion, were no different than the Sith with such defined exceptional trivial beliefs. Looking at Callie snuggling and already making biscuits on the foreigner's legs; Marimax replied, "No, she's not my cat. I'm her human. She claimed me one day as a kitten." Startled that he actually allowed himself to be engaged into a conversation outside Callie, he drew down on the Jedi.

"Why are you here, Jedi? Has not your kind forsaken us enough with lying talks? Your undying war against the Sith cause us so much loss and grief when we vote to aid you? And give me back my cat," Marimax demanded, feeling like his old self was trying to riot against his new self. Lowering the twins, and feeling guilty for his lack of charisma, the Mando added, "Forgive me. Callie is a far better judge of charter than me. That's why she keeps me around. Come, darkness is growing close, and it' not just the rotation of the stars I mean. Monsters roam here at night. Are you hungry? Come, Jedi, tell me why Callie has brought us together? You Jedi are seers, witches of visions of the future. Tell me, Jedi....what is it you see that draws us together?'

 

[Loomi]

Braslin, Mandalore
Tags: Marimax Mortui

A sudden wave of panic flooded over Loomi when she found a gun pulled on her. Most other Jedi may have moved to defend themselves, but the young Godoan simply froze, like a wild animal in headlights. It was as if she had in a single instant become inflicted by overwhelming despair and helplessness. She barely even have time to process what she was thinking before the blaster was lowered.

"Forgive me. Callie is a far better judge of charter than me."

An apology? Nobody who had ever threatened her had ever apologized afterwards.

Who had threatened her before?

"N-no, it's fine," Loomi insisted, pushing back the pit in her chest. "We all make mistakes, right?"

She should've reasonably been upset, but for some reason Loomi didn't want to linger on the confusing emotions that had come over her. The talk of night drawing close and monsters coming out was enough to draw her attention away from them at least. The man seemed to think that they had been brought together for some purpose. It was a curious thought.

"Well, I don't know about witches," she frowned, "But I know seers aren't very common. Precognition is supposed to be pretty rare, but I admittedly haven't been with the Order for very long. I could be wrong. My head has been all sorts of wrong lately..."

Oh, that was sort of a weird thing to mention. Maybe she should just ignore that. Yeah, that was fine.

"I'll eat if you're offering," the teen added. "I'm not one to turn down hospitality."