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Public Mongrels of Bonadan

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source: rejected Episode IX concept art
Theme: Songs for a Dying World, YouTube (sources in description)

Outer Rim Territories, Bonadan System
Bonadan
On the Slums


The Force holds many mysteries.

Some might say, so does Ruff Woofington.

It was not uncommon for others to question whether he was a dog wearing a robe, or some sentient member of an obscure species. Even among his own Jedi peers, many still debated whether he truly was Amaran - as was the unspoken consensus - or a quadruped beast given sapience by the enigmatic will of the Force.

On the one paw, Ruff could speak - more or less - with well-constructed sentences, and he was an avid reader and bibliophile. Having a much easier time reading words in print than when displayed on a screen - something to do with color blindness, as he often stated. And also, the sweet scent of leather.

On the other paw, he would rather remain on four legs than two, and he had the bad habit of smelling other people's... rear ends.

His lightsaber was strapped to an utility belt; in turn, covered by his gray Jedi robe, out of which only his snout stuck out. The aforementioned utility belt, aside from the usual miscellany, contained a dozen or so doggy biscuits, for Ruff was on a healthy and nutritious diet. Equal parts strict and delicious.

The Force has given a vision to Woofington, that a remarkable lost artifact was to be found on Bonadan. And, with such an auspicious name, the Jedi Master had no doubts regarding such portent.

After an eventful voyage - once, when they tried to cage him in the cargo bay along with the other pets, and twice when they served chocolate with nuts for dessert - he finally arrived on the planet. More precisely, on the fringes of one of the many sprawling industrial hubs, that had suffused around this world.

On such a location, where humanoid species coexisted with exotic ones, such as the therapod Tiss'shar or the avian Hiitians, Ruff Woofingtoon failed to draw the usual attention he did, on many of the other inhabited worlds. Here, only the small children looked at him with curiosity, and dared approach and attempt to pet him.

Ruff elegantly indulged the youngsters. An aggravation he would not endure, from more matured beings.

That huge ghetto was a dissonance of hues and sharp lights, draping over the mountains from summits to margins of the river below, looming over their edges into marbled waters. Despite the state of decay, disclosed by the building's walls and people's clothes, the fragrances were a symphony to Ruff's nose. Luscious, yet cacophonous. The kind that would make finding something by scent, nigh impossible.

As an encouragement to himself, Ruff repeated out loud, the words that so many others have said to him and vice-versa.


"Ray rhe Rorce ree rwith roooou!"[1]

Galactic Electronic Translator Says:

  1. May the force be with you!
 
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"It always is, Master Ruff."

From an alley nearby the shining figure of the white clad Jedi Knight Soren Dar would appear. A coat over his Armor and a hood putting his half-masked face into the shadows. Yet one with sharp vision like the Jedi master would see the hint a smile and intelligent, yet friendly glow in the eye of the other Jedi.

"My honor to meet you and make your acquaintance. I am Soren Dar."

Soren offered a bow of his chest, the open palm over his heart as he stopped a few steps in front of the master. His voice was friendly, very, seemingly honest and emitting a certain warmth. The white of his clothing was standing out at this place, but he did not seem to radiate pride or hubris, his bearing spoke of a humble nature, sympathetic and open.
 
"Woo rwad roo riwary weet ryou, Rarrerastah Rowen War!"[1] The Master acknowledged his colleague with a graceful bow. "Werighwer roo wake ryourr waruainrance."[2]

Despite his ominous mask, contrasting with his pristine attire, the other Jedi gave off an unassuming demeanor. The scent of lilac and cashmere.

"Wou, rhave ryou ween rhere rong, werore rye rarrirah? Wayrap, ryou rhave wunrowered rome wue ras roo rhe weric's wherearouts?"[3]

Suddenly, Ruff turned his keen snout windward, and proceeded to sniff a couple of times.

"Wur wirst, rhall rwe reat? Rye'm rarring!"[4]

Galactic Electronic Translator Says:

  1. So glad to finally meet you, Battlemaster Soren Dar!
  2. Delighted to make your acquaintance.
  3. So, have you been here long, before my arrival? Mayhap, you have uncovered some clue as to the relic's whereabouts?
  4. But first, shall we eat? I'm starving!
 

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