Photosynthesize Everything

[Kreus]

Striding the hall of the Silver Jedi temple placed apon Kashyyyk, a metallic form hovered through and past students as if in a hurry. It was a droid by the obvious repulsor lifts on its form but it carried with it lightsabers. Harsh glares shifted its way, remarks under the breath and even the verbal comment to simply slow down. The droid was in a rush, it it could be called a droid at all. So many of the robotic like Jedi were in fact smaller species of mineral or crystalline nature seeking a place to better protect their bodies or fit in with society. This was the case for Kreus, the droid in a rush.

His destination was the Jedi workshop. The place that every padawan, knight and masters sought out in order to construct or gather known materials for a lightsaber. Hovering into the room entrance and grounding its body finally to the floor it spoke aloud to the Jedi behind the counter tending to the vast array of materials commonly found for lightsaber usage. " We seek a specific material if you posses it as a modification to a pre-existing tool." His hand held out one of his lightsabers toward the male.

" Ah you must be Kreus. I was warned about you and your...curiosity." It didnt take but a glance for the male to notice the lightsaber was needing a crystal. " What do you need, Master Kreus?" he asked. A response immediately came forth from the droids vocals.

" We are not of the rank of Master. Our rank is Jedi Knight according to the Silver Jedi Order. The mineral of which we seek is called "Dragite". Do you have this here?" As this was asked the automaton noticed a class enter the area near him. Padawans and learners most likely about to be given a tour. The only issue was... their instructor had a concerned look apon her face as if looking for someone.

[member="Ador Horn"]

 

[Hunter Blackburn]

Having broken off from the group he’d been stationed with for the day Ador wandered the halls of the Silver’s Rest temple. In one hand the Corellian held a fresh doughnut in the other a flask he’d hidden within his robes away from the prying eyes of the Masters. The youth was already 18 and able to drink but oftentimes to his own annoyance, he still found others attempting to scold him. Ador was almost positive if he was caught skipping again he’d be forced to translate the Kashyyyk Accords once more and he was not looking forward to it.

Heading towards the hangar bay to go hide away in his ship, Ador was caught off guard and nearly ran over by a Yellow and Silver droid that flew through the halls. “I’m walkin here!” Ador yelled at the droids back before scoffing and feeling a sudden tug on him through the force. One that stopped the Jedi in his tracks physically. On his belt the lightsaber Fortitude pointed in the direction of the retreating droid. “Are you serious? Right now?” Ador asked aloud his eyes rolling but he knew that he could not deny the presence that was imprinted upon the saber even though it rarely spoke to him these days.

Scarfing down the rest of his doughnut and taking a swig of the brandy within the flask Ador pocketed it. Taking off at a dash after the droid Ador was forced to call on the force to keep up and as he rounded the corner he saw the instructor of the class he was supposed to be in enter right behind the droid. “Kriff, well I guess we can’t do anything.” Giving up Ador planned to leave but once more the saber tugged in the opposite direction. “Ugh”

From within his pocket, Ador drew the dagger he’d been gifted, one that allowed himself to teleport and hurled it at Kreus’ head and immediately teleporting it back on impact. “I know where to find Dragite crystals.” Ador mouthed motioning for the droid to follow.

[member="Kreus"]

 

[Kreus]

" Yes yes yes of course. The comment was merely a formality you see." The Older man stated leaning forward on the desk some. " We do have-" The rest of the words were muffled by the sound of the mass increase of students and padawans given a tour of the Silver Jedi Temple, specifically the Jedi Workshop. To add to this Kreus the hived minded automaton could feel a tink against the back of his head. The object was of little concern as it was seen from a 360 degree view of sight, but why was it thrown. The vast resources of knowledge and collective conscious all pondered in till in the blink of an eye the answer appeared it was a boy. Obviously skilled in the force and the tools the required the knowledge of its use.

He was alone. Set apart from his main group.

He said only one thing.

“I know where to find Dragite crystals.”

Hearing these words in his audio sensors earned a instantanous reaction. Head spinning 180 degrees to observe the origin of said words and the splinter of metal thrown at him, Kreus tilted his head down as if raising a brow. His movements in a perfect synchronization of flow to a mathematical level. " We will oblidge your request, little boy." Kreus responded spinning his his heels into a full rotation. Moving into a long strided walk the droid adjusted his head back up to its original state and began to follow the young man. Photoreceptors burned the image of the boys lightsabers into the crystalline structure of Kreus's natural body. He himself, if someone could even comprehend it, knew the presence that the weapon carried and it reminded him of the mission he was on and the loss of a ally and friend. Though Argis and Kreus did not communicate too much the creation of the Jedi wardens was the tie that binded them together and with a key stone now gone the B'rknaa and the others left within the order were mantled to take responsibility for it.

" That lightsaber on your hip. Its different. We have seen another similar in design, where did you get that?" They questioned [member="Ador Horn"]