Neighbors Know My Name

[Isar]

Muunilinst, otherwise known as Moneylend, still managed to find a way to thrive economically even from within the stranglehold of religious zealots. Of course, Warok cared very little for the mighty banking powerhouse. His interest lay on the planet's surface.

Whilst meandering through a garden, part of the local Primeval warlord's palace, Warok stopped to fondle a rose bush. The delicate rose petals belied the thorns of the stem. The Ewok sniffed, then sneezed.

People were stupid. Their flawed perceptions of reality gave them faulty opinions of others. The rest of the galaxy viewed the Primeval as savage crusaders, and in many regards they were, but Warok knew better than most the label of 'barbarian' and all the snide disregard and underestimation it brought with it.

He did not know the gods of this Primeval, but they had formed a close allegiance with the One Sith. Warok had never truly fought for the One Sith. He did not believe in their ideals. They were too focused on matters of the flesh and missed the dance of the spirits.

What Warok fought for was something that could not be expressed in terms of land owned. He doubted many among the Sith would even understand if he tried to explain it. That was why he was here... to see if the Primeval were so different. He awaited a meeting with several of the Primeval ambassadors, or such they would be called under 'civilized' terms. They were beings who - like him - saw beyond the mortal coil.

[member="Token Waters"] | [member="Perla Pirjo"] | [member="Jemmila Kyrgen"]

 

[Brooke Waters]

Token was out speaking to the Muuns on behalf of Bright Star. She wanted to make sure the cruise liners could come through and use their world as part of a tour of Primeval Space. The tour was similar to the abandoned line that went through the former Fringe Federation. It was called… uncreatively; the Primeval Tours. With a tagline of ‘visit the wilds of our own galaxy.’ Sure, she could probably use that for going into Levantine Space, but they’d find something else for that. And on top of the meetings for Bright Star? She was meeting with someone from the Sith.

She knew a few Sith, she spent like a week there, maybe a whole month depending how we wanted to organize the timeline. They terrified her. The Primeval? They were a little less… inhibited? More free. Young, wild and free. That was how Token liked to live, and that was what she was seeing here.

Though, she was wondering if she was the first of the representatives to show up. Surely, they wouldn’t send just her, right?

Oh a bear~

Ewok!

[member="Warok the Defiler"]
[member="Perla Pirjo"]
[member="Jemmila Kyrgen"]

 

[Zola]

Jemmila Krygen wasn't much of a diplomat. Although well-educated and well-spoken, she was much too capricious and unpredictable to be considered the "face" of any organization, even one as spooky as the Primeval. As an elementalist, Jem was more of a watch dog, showing up to rain down the blazing fires of the sun on anyone who opposed them. She was a queen alright.

Today, she was just along for the ride, tagging along with her favorite blonde spellweaver on Muunilinst, in the palace gardens belonging to some warlord or another. She couldn't be bothered to remember the details. Not when Token looked so karkable with her new haircut. She stared at Token for an awkwardly long amount of time and then noticed that she was talking to a fuzzy creature with the cutest tufty ears.

"Aw, Tokes. Did you buy me a teddy bear?"

Jemmila squinted her eyes at the fuzzy-coated munchkin. That fuzzy-coated Sith Lord munchkin.

"Master Warok!" she exclaimed in recognition. "I am humbled by your presence."

She bent down on both knees before the Ewok reverently. A curtain of long dark hair fell forward as she bowed her head.

Well, it was the respectful thing to do.

[member="Token Waters"] [member="Warok the Defiler"] [member="Perla Pirjo"]