Tycho Vale
Chiss. CEO. Medic.
Coruscant made him sick.
Not in a literal sense, although there were definitely more unsavory elements on the planet than he cared to think about. It was a physical symptom of anxiety, his stomach flipping over and over like it was trying to generate electricity. For most of his life, Tycho had lived in places where nature was never more than a five minute walk away. Dantooine, where he had spent his childhood, was like that. So, too, were the wild worlds of Felucia and Kashyyyk, where he had spent much of his deployment. While the latter two were dangerous enough that going for a walk was not a trek undertaken lightly, Tycho would trade them in a heartbeat for a place like Coruscant.
Not being able to see the ground-- the real ground-- or any sign of an unbroken horizon was seriously messing with his head. Hopefully, this place would help with that.
Umate was the tallest mountain on Coruscant-- the peak of which was all that remained visible of the planet's natural surface. The Chiss stood before the massive rock, silently staring up at it as playing children weaved around him and their tourist parents chased them. Blue hands remained folded behind him, his crimson eyes narrowed slightly as he allowed the sight of dry land to bring him some relief. His stomach began to still its incessant turning. He could begin to understand why the Galactic Alliance was so insistent on making sure nobody touched the peak of Mount Umate. Despite being so apparently strong, a chunk of firmly packed granite, the fact of the matter was that the peak was always in danger of being worn away by erosion and entropy. It needed to be protected.
The corner of his lips turned up slightly, and Tycho Vale quietly chuckled to himself. This place was kind of like his company. No wonder he liked it here.
Not in a literal sense, although there were definitely more unsavory elements on the planet than he cared to think about. It was a physical symptom of anxiety, his stomach flipping over and over like it was trying to generate electricity. For most of his life, Tycho had lived in places where nature was never more than a five minute walk away. Dantooine, where he had spent his childhood, was like that. So, too, were the wild worlds of Felucia and Kashyyyk, where he had spent much of his deployment. While the latter two were dangerous enough that going for a walk was not a trek undertaken lightly, Tycho would trade them in a heartbeat for a place like Coruscant.
Not being able to see the ground-- the real ground-- or any sign of an unbroken horizon was seriously messing with his head. Hopefully, this place would help with that.
Umate was the tallest mountain on Coruscant-- the peak of which was all that remained visible of the planet's natural surface. The Chiss stood before the massive rock, silently staring up at it as playing children weaved around him and their tourist parents chased them. Blue hands remained folded behind him, his crimson eyes narrowed slightly as he allowed the sight of dry land to bring him some relief. His stomach began to still its incessant turning. He could begin to understand why the Galactic Alliance was so insistent on making sure nobody touched the peak of Mount Umate. Despite being so apparently strong, a chunk of firmly packed granite, the fact of the matter was that the peak was always in danger of being worn away by erosion and entropy. It needed to be protected.
The corner of his lips turned up slightly, and Tycho Vale quietly chuckled to himself. This place was kind of like his company. No wonder he liked it here.