Lord Gaius
Chosen
Hasjo walked through the capital city of Naboo, Theed. He had been here for thirty-six days now as part of his mission with the Gungans, to aid them in the eradication of the bush rangers that threatened the local Kaadu populace. He held his hands in either sleeve. A silver cloak draped his shoulders. He shrouded himself in it. He wore a light grey tunic, dark grey trousers and leather boots in the fashion of a Jedi. He walked down to the waterfront, taking upon a moment to meditate on thoughts that had been going through his mind of late with recent occurring throughout the galaxy. He stared up into the clouds above, such a beautiful land it was. It was peaceful here. He smiled warmly. Then he felt it. Someone near was Force Sensitive. He pushed himself away from the railing and followed the feeling that surged through him. Until finally, he came upon a young pink skinned Twi'Lek, no older than seven. "Greetings young one" Hasjo said, getting onto one knee so that he was her equal, the same height as her. He looked into her eyes with his immense, black and unblinking eyes. He asked [member="Cleopatra"] "What is your name?"