Kaili Talith
Forgotten, not gone.
What had made her move in this direction? Kaili held the rusted toy in her hands and gave it a contemplative twist. Most people looked at the surface of Orma and shook their head at the idea of anyone ever going there, yet all around Kaili there was an ecosystem of scavengers who all sifted through the ancient junkyard looking for treasure. The saying that one man’s trash was another’s treasure came to mind, but Kaili had never thought herself to be the adherent of such a thing. Yet here she was, picking through a trash pile that spanned a whole world. Sure, she needed a gas mask, environmental suit and sturdy gloves for it, but something about it just sort of spoke to her. This wasn’t the first time she was up to this either. She had been to a few places just like this, but never a scrapheap that spanned a whole world.
Gently discarding the broken toy by her side she rose up to throw a quick glance around the immediate area. Acid rain clouds lingered on the horizon but didn’t seem to be moving any closer for the time being. Her head bobbed up and down in a small nod for herself. It was a good thing, the idea of cowering in yet another makeshift shelter for an indeterminate amount of time did not strike her as particularly enjoyable and at the end of the day she had better things to do than sit around on her ass waiting for time to pass. Like finding old droids, for example. The idea had come at her in the refresher actually, and she had decided to act upon it simply because, well, she had those resources. To repair old droids was a good way to rediscover old forgotten history from many years ago while instilling little to no effort on Kaili’s and, as once again, she had those resources at hand.
For the last few hours she had been trying to focus herself on the nearby mechanical signatures that she could sense in the force. There was one that stood out to her, begging for mercy in the midst of a particularly big pile of droid parts. But that was just it. They were droid parts. They all spoke to her, and she needed to single out what was perhaps best referred to as a single needle in a haystack. All of the droid parts wanted to find their respective partners again, and in some cases Kaili had even taken to making sure that happened, but for now she needed to find her motherlode.
A sigh resonated through the audio port of her mask as she walked down the canyon of scrap. It was somewhere around here, she just had to find it first.
[member="Gabriel Lethe"]
Gently discarding the broken toy by her side she rose up to throw a quick glance around the immediate area. Acid rain clouds lingered on the horizon but didn’t seem to be moving any closer for the time being. Her head bobbed up and down in a small nod for herself. It was a good thing, the idea of cowering in yet another makeshift shelter for an indeterminate amount of time did not strike her as particularly enjoyable and at the end of the day she had better things to do than sit around on her ass waiting for time to pass. Like finding old droids, for example. The idea had come at her in the refresher actually, and she had decided to act upon it simply because, well, she had those resources. To repair old droids was a good way to rediscover old forgotten history from many years ago while instilling little to no effort on Kaili’s and, as once again, she had those resources at hand.
For the last few hours she had been trying to focus herself on the nearby mechanical signatures that she could sense in the force. There was one that stood out to her, begging for mercy in the midst of a particularly big pile of droid parts. But that was just it. They were droid parts. They all spoke to her, and she needed to single out what was perhaps best referred to as a single needle in a haystack. All of the droid parts wanted to find their respective partners again, and in some cases Kaili had even taken to making sure that happened, but for now she needed to find her motherlode.
A sigh resonated through the audio port of her mask as she walked down the canyon of scrap. It was somewhere around here, she just had to find it first.
[member="Gabriel Lethe"]