Calder Icehammer
Character

Beorni were naturally large and lumbering creatures. Their view of the Force was vastly different from the views of the Jedi or Sith. Even Calder, who was a Jedi Master, didn't entirely believe in the code the same way his fellows might. Instead of the Force, it was spirits. Of nature, life. Death. Whispering their guidance. Every Beorni was taught how to feel the spirits, no matter the strength of their connection. So on a space station like Nespis VIII, the large figure couldn't feel anymore uncomfortable. The spirits were rare to find. There was little natural life in such a place, and it often made him long for home.
But he was here for a reason. A defector from the Sith had requested a meeting here. They had valuable information for the Concord so the Jedi might be better equipped to handle the growing threat if it's sights were turned on them. Calder sat in a large, empty hallway. The meeting location. His eyes were closed as he mediated. The few spirits that were around he could still speak to and at least calm his nerves in such a spirit forsaken place. Movement caught his attention. The lumbering figure rose to his full height and bowed his head at the incoming human. "You must be the Cypher. It is a pleasure to meet you."
The human, a woman barely in her twenties, practically hissed. "There are ears everywhere. Don't just drop such a name here." Her voice was hushed, but she didn't hide the annoyance she felt. Her eyes scanned around the hallway, as if there was something there. Calder smiled. "Do not worry, I shall protect you. Now come, I have a ship close by."
