Cul-utaan Novan
Character
Cul-utaan Novan searches the galaxy for lost knowledge on the force. His searching has led him to the Vaynai Temple of planet Vaynai where a rumoured temple stands.
Culs interceptor comes out of hyperspace in the planet's orbit. The ship is worn from countless excursions across the galaxy. It's paint faded and green, the small clunky astro-mech C5-01 sits in the port at the back, looking just as faded.
C5: Beep-boo…
Cul: this is it C5, planet Vaynai. According to the intel we received, the temple should be viewable from orbit.
C5: Breet-ooo.
Cul: I know, I know. You prefer to use calculated flight paths; take us in my friend.
The interceptor detaches from its hyperdrive docking ring and makes its way to the planet surface. The evening sun casts a misty hue the planet's surface, as the small ship slowly makes its way to the surface, guided by the cautious astro-mech. The temple, viewable from a great distance stood a on a mountain side with the ocean clawing at the rocks below. The rusted feet of the ship touchdown with a creek and the canopy opens with a hiss. Cul-utaan steps off the ship and takes in a deep breath as he stretches his back; his tall slender frame branches out as he stretches.
Cul: doesn't matter how much we fly together, I still can't get used to that compressed air. Can't beat the real thing my friend.
C5: braakk-oop-oo.
Cul: It, doesn't help that these old ships were built for beings the size of younglings, but you're right, this old ship needs some attention. Tell you what we'll stop by a star port on the way back to get some maintenance done, how's that sound?
C5: beek-oo.
Cul kneels down and touches the floor with his palm. He can feel the abundance of life around him, it's comforting that life will always thrive. He draws on the life force around him and pulls it through the ground. A thick root follows his rising hand until it forms into a sturdy wooden staff that matches the height of the tall Jedi.
Cul: this should do the trick. Wish me luck my friend, it's not every day that I get to meet other Jedi.
Cul turns away from the ship and heads towards the temple. The ocean air is full of sounds from creatures big and small. The Neti Jedi approaches an entry way, the flow of the force can be felt emanating from the Jedi Anchorpoints.
Cul: the force feels concentrated here... I probably should wait for master Matsu Ike to arrive, before going any further in. This temple looks more advanced than any that I've seen in some time.
Culs interceptor comes out of hyperspace in the planet's orbit. The ship is worn from countless excursions across the galaxy. It's paint faded and green, the small clunky astro-mech C5-01 sits in the port at the back, looking just as faded.
C5: Beep-boo…
Cul: this is it C5, planet Vaynai. According to the intel we received, the temple should be viewable from orbit.
C5: Breet-ooo.
Cul: I know, I know. You prefer to use calculated flight paths; take us in my friend.
The interceptor detaches from its hyperdrive docking ring and makes its way to the planet surface. The evening sun casts a misty hue the planet's surface, as the small ship slowly makes its way to the surface, guided by the cautious astro-mech. The temple, viewable from a great distance stood a on a mountain side with the ocean clawing at the rocks below. The rusted feet of the ship touchdown with a creek and the canopy opens with a hiss. Cul-utaan steps off the ship and takes in a deep breath as he stretches his back; his tall slender frame branches out as he stretches.
Cul: doesn't matter how much we fly together, I still can't get used to that compressed air. Can't beat the real thing my friend.
C5: braakk-oop-oo.
Cul: It, doesn't help that these old ships were built for beings the size of younglings, but you're right, this old ship needs some attention. Tell you what we'll stop by a star port on the way back to get some maintenance done, how's that sound?
C5: beek-oo.
Cul kneels down and touches the floor with his palm. He can feel the abundance of life around him, it's comforting that life will always thrive. He draws on the life force around him and pulls it through the ground. A thick root follows his rising hand until it forms into a sturdy wooden staff that matches the height of the tall Jedi.
Cul: this should do the trick. Wish me luck my friend, it's not every day that I get to meet other Jedi.
Cul turns away from the ship and heads towards the temple. The ocean air is full of sounds from creatures big and small. The Neti Jedi approaches an entry way, the flow of the force can be felt emanating from the Jedi Anchorpoints.
Cul: the force feels concentrated here... I probably should wait for master Matsu Ike to arrive, before going any further in. This temple looks more advanced than any that I've seen in some time.
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