Sound of the Drums, Beating in my heart.

[Garza]

K A S H Y Y Y K

Trees upon trees galore. However, the reprieve of the inner sanctum of the Order's temple felt welcoming from the humidity of the planet. While in the past, the planet had been completely covered by trees, plants, and various animals that would have killed you in an instant, today, it has been domesticated to a significant degree. It was almost like a ravenous dog had been slapped with a leash and tossed a bone.

However, I could not complain much. Being here was new, but a welcome experience. People that had once been massive members of the order during my childhood, have all retired, passed away into the night, or died fighting for what they loved. So far I had made very little connections with the others. Opposing that, One particular girl had caught my attention. She was thoughtful and filled with insight that my younger self would be envious of. However, she seemed to be unsure, almost as though the paths before her varied to such a degree, choosing one made a simple process, a rather daunting one.

I was hoping today that I would help her with that. No, I was no Master of the Order. However, my age, experience, and otherwise, more pronounced aptitude of the force, was one that Asaraa had seen, and understood. No. I was not taking her on as my apprentice. More so, accepting the fact that maybe we could work together. A younger fresh mind to think over complex problems, with a walking bible of what has transpired to confirm, deny, or entertain the ideas of those who are yet to come.

I felt like this would be a good chance for me to get back into working as a Silver Jedi. Being a Mentor of any kind to someone. Lend them my voice and ear should they need it. No judgement, and no consequences for doing so. If so, then I hoped that this would work. Be that as it may, I made my way to the designated meeting place. A workshop within the Temple that would typically be used to make lightsabers, weapons, armor or whatever you so desired. Given you had the right tools and mindset.

Opening the door, the hiss made the room feel empty with no words reaching my ears yet. Walking within, I looked around a slight moment before calling out.

"Miss Vaashe?"

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[Asaraa Vaashe]

There were parts of the temple that everyone tended to populate, to congregate in, areas like the cantinas, the hangars and the gardens. It was easy to forget how big the temple was, how many little rooms and nooks existed within the confines of the temple.

That said, someone must be aware of all this space, after all, the girl ran a finger over a surface before lifting it up to stare at her fingers, it was spotless. She knew the temple was replete with droids how helped them maintain the rooms…but she might have stumbled onto a great place to head in a game of hide and seek. A smile touched the girl’s lips as she padded forward, her mind already dancing around the idea of a potential training session.

Still, she wasn’t here to plan training sessions, at least not for a padawan or class of them. She was here to meet with an…well acquaintance she’d made when out shopping, a habit that she seemed to be slipping into it more and more often than not. It was amazing when you thought about it, she didn’t actually meet interesting people while at the temple as much as when she was out doing other, everyday things. Exploring, shopping, even just something as simple as going for a walk, the temple did have some very nice gardens after all.

The girl hooked her thumbs through her belt, fingers resting against her thighs as she closed her eyes for a moment a brief brush of the force sliding the door open as she crossed the threshold, nodding at Zephyr as she flicked her little finger, closing the door behind her, a shoulder resting against the frame as her lips curled up into a small smile. “Fancy running into you here.”

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[Garza]

"Its been a minute hasn't it?"

An honest smile. One that was filled with youth. How envious I was of her. Not for the smile, but reminding me of... her. A sad smile came to my own lips as I hung my head in a bow. It was strange. Once in my life, I vowed never to bow or to accept another persons existence unless they could return the favor. Now? I found that respect needed to be given for it to be earned. Either way, the bright presence of the young lass was welcoming and warm.

​"I hope our last talk did not dissuade you to work with me."

Quite the conundrum I last had given her. Much to think about, much to learn. However, as did I. There was still so much more I could learn and develop. More over, I actually wanted to not just work my way into the Jedi, I wanted the respect my father had garnered. He was... revered for his faith. He stood by my mother even when she fell. Albeit a short one. I had fallen, wishing for more power, respect, and glory. Yet all I found was resentment, exile, and pain. Every day I strayed further. Maybe Asaraa was one of the various links in a chain that could help me find my way home.

"If you do not mind, I have a proposition for you. Should you choose to hear me out?"

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[Asaraa Vaashe]

“Well I’m here, so your attempts to dissuade and get rid of me have been woefully ineffective. You're really going to have to try harder next time you wanna get rid of me.” The girl stepped away from the doorframe, her hands held out to her sides as she padded towards the middle of the room, letthing her hands drop to her waist, hooking her thumbs through her belt as she fell into a relaxed pose, head tilted slightly to the side. The girl’s blue eyes flicked over Zephyr’s fame, curiosity warring with caution for a moment before one hand came up, gesturing to him, “Go ahead, let’s hear the proposition, I can at least promise to hear you out, after all, we’ve shared water in the desert, that forges a bond that’s deeper than even the shedding of blood.” Asaraa’s crystal blue eyes twinkled with amusement as her lips curled up into a soft smile. The truth of it was the man had raised a lot of questions, and not many answers for the young Jedi…which made him like most of the masters she’d met. She knew these were supposed to be the questions that haunted, the questions that drove you forward and kept you on your toes, but still…it would be nice if some of the questions that plagued had an easier answer. Still, she couldn’t deny the curiosity the man’s words had elicited so…”What’s on your mind?”

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[Garza]

She was interested. Intrigued at the aspect of what I wanted from her. Her frame as she looped thumbs through her belt, was all relaxed and almost slouched. However, I knew better. She wanted knowledge. She wanted the opportunity to expand. Hopefully, this would let her do that, and find all that she needed.

"Don't ask me how, but there are more and more Sithspawn being created by the Sith every day. As we speak, their monsters grow and become stronger. Now to ask you, How do you think we can combat these devilish abominations?"

I merely waited a moment. I had been working on some plans and blueprints for a bit. Taking quite a number of different ideas and forcing them together. As for what I had, would be up to her if we would continue with this. A hand reaching behind me and pulling a small projector from the back of my belt. Brought forth between us, and turned on with a flip of my thumb. Flickering to life was a hologram of a metallic bird. While it was not moving or performing any actions, I did reach out and attempt to hand it to the pink haired woman.

"To fight monsters, sometimes we have to create our own."

The schematics on the bird alone were massive. Large enough to be a full fledged ship. However, it was more along the lines of a battle droid that could match and potentially surpass a Besuik. A massive animal tank that was notably used by Mandalorians. So why could the Jedi not have something that could combat the Sith with something that is just as viable.

"The aim? A mount with enough firepower to rival a ship, but be agile and usable for situations where airstrikes are out of the question."

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[Asaraa Vaashe]

Sithspawn, the very word conjured images of the unstobbale wave of dark minions the Sith could unleash at their whim, of twisted experiments and monstrosities that were pulled from nightmares and the darkest places of the mind. Asaraa had been lucky kin her life so far, she'd never had to come face to face with a Sithspawn, to actually deal with the aura of fear she'd heard came with the monsters. These were the creations of twisted minds, and she didn't mean Josh planning his next prank. The truth of the matter was the idea of facing up to the Sithspawn wasn't one which she enjoyed, a recurring nightmare was having to stand alone against a seemingly unending horde of the creatures.

Asaraa couldn't deny the curiosity that she felt building in the back of her head, in truth she didn't even try as she crossed to stand opposite the man, her arms pulling away from her belt to cross over her chest, blue eyes staring at the image projected between them. "You weren't kidding were you?" The girl reached out a hand, watching the hologram bend and deform around her finger, "Something like this would give you a chance to stand up to, well everyone really." Her teeth worked at the soft flesh of her lower lip in thought before she shook her head thoughtfully, "This is a mount created for war, which we probably, no we definately need but finding the right load-out is tough. We've played with the idea before but it didn't really come to anything, but this is an entirely different thing, a different order of scale from anything I've ever heard before. I know of people who've made golems, who've made something the same size as a horse but, well I want one." A bright grin flashed at the man for a moment, "But, why. This is something else, but why come to us with it, you've obviously put a lot of thought into it, and you don't seem like the kind of man who would have any trouble getting these produced, not that I'm complaining at all but, I've got to admit I'm more than a little curious." Not just about the droid, Asaraa wouldn't deny that the man himself proved an enigma that had sparked her curiosity, it was part of the reason she'd come to meet him here in the first place.

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[Garza]

"Truthfully, Other contacts of mine I find unsuitable for this kind of technology. Or, they already have a variation of technology that could be considered similar to this. The Mandalorians have their own metal mounts. They don't need more."

Taking the blueprints offline for the moment, I decided that the best choice of action here was to explain myself completely.

"I put thought into this, because I have more than just one motive. I want to be able to do anything that can get me back on the straight an narrow. And if this is a step, then so be it. The best way to help ones self, is to help others. Maybe giving these to you guys, can get some brownie points of whatever kind. Sounds stupid, but if we can make these, then it would give the Jedi a Leg up in the Technology department."

I wasn't one for owning a company. While my father essentially gave his away, Nor did I want to run a company, I was hoping not only could I get the Jedi to sponsor this, but maybe someone else. Making these on my own benefited no one. If someone else had them, and saw the potential for this, then maybe, just maybe we could make more than just these. Or hell, make them bigger, or different versions.

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[Asaraa Vaashe]

The girl remained silent while the man spoke, arms resting around her stomach, head tilted to one side ever so slightly as she rested her blue gaze on the man, letting him explain himself, make clear what it was he was really hoping to do. "Truthfully, I know of a few people who have always looked at those Mandalorian's mounts with more than a little bit of envy," a Jedi was supposed to be above such feelings of envy, of jealousy but Asaraa wasn't afraid to admit that there were moments that she was a bad Jedi. This happened to be one of those moments that made her a bad Jedi, which she should probably have walked away from...but she really really wanted one.

"I mean, it's all about paying it forward and trying to help out in any little way you can right?" The girl's eye's flicked away for a moment as she bit down on her lip thoughtfully, "we could certainly use them, and I'm pretty sure that the council would approve the development, at least enough to try them out. besides, we'd be really foolish not to take any advantage we can get right? Especially since it's not going to involve people actually getting hurt...you know apart from the pilots if things go wrong." That was always one of hte nightmares she'd heard haunted inventors, especially when it came to war droids. Asaraa knew she might have been pushing the bounds of her authority, but she didn't think it was too much, and if hte council didn't want it, she knew at least one businessman who would be all over the idea. "Still, this a pretty big hit of, well Karma," Ok, so it wasn't like she could hide the curiosity at he core of her being either, "but giving something this big away, you must really want those brownie points..." she let the implied question hang in the air, hoping the man would bite on it.

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