The Roots We Keep

[Trayze Tesar]

Ganmede, Lakonia, Auril Sector
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Another day, another menial task for the Acolyte. Handling an informant who decided to try and stab his Master in the back, Trayze Tesar found himself unwilling to depart from the humid planet. It wasn't that the job wasn't done, he had made sure that the would be traitor was brought to local authorities, or if he tried something, extradited to the swift execution of Imperial Law. The strangest thing was that he was the law, albeit, a very small part of it. Even as an Acolyte, the Kiffar held a natural sense of power, of respect...that he felt he didn't earn.

All his life he had been worked, worked to maintain an impeccable physique, worked to earn his badge and the shining career that first brought Lord Vaulkhar to Axxila. In many ways, he should be proud, honoured, to stand leagues above the common citizen in power both literal and immaterial. Yet he could not...not in good conscience.

That was a path that lead far too easily to corruption, to sloppiness, to lack of discipline. Trayze Tesar wasn't chewed up and spat out by both sides of the law to rest on his laurels now...yet he rested.

Walking through the market, the urban environment was almost second nature to the Kiffar Detective. Yet in the air, and the Force itself it felt...wilder. Nicer. Not quite as contained or claustrophobic or constrained as his homeworld. Trayze never really had the chance to admire nature...sure he trained in it, Vaulkhar ensured that his Acolytes were no slouches no matter the biome, but to actually connect and convene with the Force?

With a chuckle, he sounded like a Jedi, or at least his fellow apprentice Kalt. Though meditation brought wisdom, lack of meditation brings ignorance, it would be well to know what lead one forward and what held oneself back. Perhaps by finding the Force, his place and passion in comparison to it,he might understand how to fight with a lightsaber and survive for longer than two minutes against Vaulkhar in sparring sessions.

For now, the scent of food, wares, worries and the wind filled his nostrils, and he felt at peace. A rare and genuine smile found its way across his lips.

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[Valishkannaeval]

The day had begun like any other. Valsishkannaeval had been spending the day studying local wildlife in the surrounding the planetary ecosystems, though unfortunately as things usually end she ran out of stock with medicinal supplies. Taking the time she made way to the local market places in order to find a few rather obscure things and had little to no luck when it came to urgent supplies. In the groups of people flooding the streets, Vaulen looked rather out of place.

The wispy woman stepped through the crowds rather filthy compared to most, her clothing of a tied up dress with worn tanned work pants were splattered with a bit of mud and stained from her morning expedition, her greying hair was tangled ever so slightly and her pale skin showed signs of needing a desperate amount of TLC for herself. Though her sage colored eyes scanned the crowds in search of a shop that might by any change have the materials she needed.

On her shoulders rested a small blue weasel like creature, nuzzled into her over jacket it seemed to be napping at the moment. It was clearly in a far more comfortable position than the person it rode on, as she seemed relatively well put together for the panic that could be felt through the force.

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[Trayze Tesar]

The panic was indeed felt in the Force, and that drew the Acolyte's attention to the young woman. His own aura was...one that gradually became calm. She seemed very well worn, a veteran of many journeys much like his Master Vaulkhar. But she seemed...more lost than moving with purpose. Like a leaf on the wind. She seemed Sith enough, but he couldn't honestly discern much else.

Hopefully the Zambrano Treasury can weather a bit of charity to be bestowed on the young woman.

"Excuse me, Miss?" he would ask. "You're looking for a place to...stay?" the Kiffar would then notice the unusual weasel-like creature napping contentedly on her shoulders. "For you and your companion." he spoke softer, hoping not to wake the woman's pet.

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