Nuts and Bolts (Dead, PM Writers Account)
The Rising Arc
Coruscant System
Coruscant
Gregaors Bar
Among the many grey spires, and the twisting towers of the grand cityscape, Gregaors Bar was one tiny insignificant dot on otherwise massive fields of grey, fields of nothing but urban landscape and the hum of anything but natural beauty. Instead urbanized brilliance played against a song of the human condition. A passing condition Fyor Nayus took in his stride, because he loved it, living within them. Fyor loved these places off the beaten track, all to himself, watching the passing of the speeders out ahead, the massed populations that had nothing to do but putter about, following easily predictable outcomes.
Dressed as usual in the full robes of the order, cream with a brown stripe down the center. It was a code he kept like a bond unbreakable, it had been hard to see the other three crew of the statement leave for the war against the Sith, but he had stayed at his task, and his work. For him, his work with the temple healers had been so much more important, that and the minor services he had given the Jedi here and there where he could.
Work at the temple had finally, finally paid off, he had a cure, not just to the virus in him, but also the crystal condition, just waiting on Kei to arrive. Fyor had no heroic illusions of trusting just one man, or any such frivolous notion, but their time together suggested Kei should be the first to know of the cure to his condition, if only because he'd be the best equipped to contact all four of the crew to hear the news.
After Niaana, Open to One other person. Knight Rank, NFU or Paddi Rank, but I will move it on every few days regardless - PM me for further details
Coruscant System
Coruscant
Gregaors Bar
Among the many grey spires, and the twisting towers of the grand cityscape, Gregaors Bar was one tiny insignificant dot on otherwise massive fields of grey, fields of nothing but urban landscape and the hum of anything but natural beauty. Instead urbanized brilliance played against a song of the human condition. A passing condition Fyor Nayus took in his stride, because he loved it, living within them. Fyor loved these places off the beaten track, all to himself, watching the passing of the speeders out ahead, the massed populations that had nothing to do but putter about, following easily predictable outcomes.
Dressed as usual in the full robes of the order, cream with a brown stripe down the center. It was a code he kept like a bond unbreakable, it had been hard to see the other three crew of the statement leave for the war against the Sith, but he had stayed at his task, and his work. For him, his work with the temple healers had been so much more important, that and the minor services he had given the Jedi here and there where he could.
Work at the temple had finally, finally paid off, he had a cure, not just to the virus in him, but also the crystal condition, just waiting on Kei to arrive. Fyor had no heroic illusions of trusting just one man, or any such frivolous notion, but their time together suggested Kei should be the first to know of the cure to his condition, if only because he'd be the best equipped to contact all four of the crew to hear the news.