Private The First Step

[Ras'kala'han]

- SILVER REST, KASHYYYK -

- A FEW HOURS AGO -​

Ras wasn't used to being looked at - but the day he arrived on Kashyyk, he had gotten his share of looks. Bewildered looks, looks of fear, second-guesses, and wide-eyed fascination. Even the act of getting to the planet was strange; the dragon was very used to, when he wanted to go somewhere, simply going without any particular concern or even the need for a craft. But for the heartland of the Jedi, an unfamiliar creature couldn't expect to be allowed to land - he was escorted to the landing pad by a fighter and made to state his business.

"I want to speak to the Jedi. I want to become a Jedi."

That wasn't the first time that someone processing a new arrival - even a haphazard arrival - had heard that. Kashyyyk was the center of one of the most famous orders of light-siders in the whole Galaxy. But there was something about being faced down by a 30-foot winged serpent, scales shimmering with the heat of re-entry, that made a person forget the usual protocols, the gentle explanations and bureaucratic niceties.

So Ras'kala'han was left waiting, with the new and unpleasant sensation of being looked at to keep him company.

- NOW -​

Ras, for the convenience of all parties, had been moved - some clearing normally used for training and meditation. He had been told someone would speak to him, but waiting here was much nicer - without the intense feeling of being observed, the Duinuogwuin could simply soak in his surroundings. When he felt that wordless connection between living things called "The Force," it was usually like a knife slipping between his scales - the pain of more suffering, more war, echoing endlessly through the Galaxy. But here, that connection was full of a profound sense of peace. Of living creatures in harmony with their surroundings and one another. When someone finally did arrive, he was sitting in a coil and barely noticed - it was easy to soak in that wonderful feeling of serenity.

Zakan Dan

 

[Zakan Dan]

It seemed Silver Rest had received an...interesting visitor. The messenger who had been sent to fetch him breathlessly spoke of a massive, serpentine being seeking out Jedi. Or saying something about wanting to become a Jedi. Or maybe they said that it was attacking the Jedi? It had been a bit hard to make out the words through the knight's stammering. Zakan had gotten the impression that everyone had been slightly intimated by their visitor.

And as he entered the meditation room, he could see why. The being that currently faced away from him was a good 5-6 times taller than himself, with a broad torso and a rumbling presence in the force that they made no effort to hide. He took in the shimmering blue scales and vaguely draconic features and one word sprung to his mind. Duinuogwuin. The name of their species. Zakan had never met one in person before; but he read about them deep with in the archives, and heard stories about them out on far away expeditions. Their species as a whole was known to be secretive and mysterious. So one's sudden presence in the Jedi temple was a cause for curiosity.

"Greetings." He said as he approached. "I've heard you wish to speak with a Jedi?"

Ras'kala'han