Xuko Pagoi
Character
Xuko wasn't quite sure what to make of the planet called Naboo. He couldn't imagine a more stark difference when compared to the only other planet he remembered, Dathomir. Naboo was serene, idyllic, peaceful, green, and populated with things that didn't want to kill him.
That also made it somewhat boring, in the Zabrak's opinion.
Having eventually gotten kicked out of the healing ward at the Jedi temple in Naboo for being underfoot, Xuko walked around a well-maintained public park, reflecting on the ways in which his life had changed since relocating here with the help of Pari and Master Hama.
The stab wound he'd received had healed, leaving only a faint scar. Pari's considerable skill as a healer could've avoided even that outcome, but Xuko had noticed that scars were not uncommon on his body; and found a strange sense of pride in knowing the story behind even one of them. He'd regained the weight and health he'd lost while trying to fend for himself in the barren wastelands of Dathomir, and the energy weapon that hung on his belt- a lightsaber, he reminded himself- had at least granted him inclusion into the Jedi Order on Naboo.
The memories of his life before waking up on Dathomir, though, had not returned, leaving the Zabrak with more questions than answers. His weapon marked him as a Jedi, there was no record of him working with the Order on Naboo. His dreams were fragmented; consisting of jumbled scenes from a life that he didn't know, further distorted by his subconscious.
And for some reason, there was a bluish spectral man near the edge of a fountain ahead of him. Xuko's pace slowed as he assessed the stranger; powerfully built, dressed in similar robes to the ones Xuko wore. His posture was one of quiet confidence and strength, not unlike the wisest of the Jedi Xuko had engaged with since coming to Naboo. The whole effect was slightly disorienting for Xuko, who simultaneously categorized the man as a level 14/10 on the Danger Scale, yet didn't feel threatened in the least. This man, Xuko finally decided, was dangerous only to his enemies.
But the most curious thing about the man was that nobody else seemed to notice him. Bystanders walked by as if he wasn't even there, occasionally pausing to admire the fountain (which took the form of a Gungan shooting water out of its mouth while seemingly tripping backwards) and at one point even walking right through the man. After staring for a few more seconds to ensure it wasn't a trick of the light or another of the street performers that frequented public parks like this one, Xuko finally decided to approach.
"Who are you?" the Zabrak asked, ignoring sideways glances from a pair of nearby walkers as he seemingly addressed the fountain. One gestured to the plaque near the fountain, which read 'Jar Jar Binks'. Xuko ignored them. "And why am I the only one who can see you?"
Caltin Vanagor
That also made it somewhat boring, in the Zabrak's opinion.
Having eventually gotten kicked out of the healing ward at the Jedi temple in Naboo for being underfoot, Xuko walked around a well-maintained public park, reflecting on the ways in which his life had changed since relocating here with the help of Pari and Master Hama.
The stab wound he'd received had healed, leaving only a faint scar. Pari's considerable skill as a healer could've avoided even that outcome, but Xuko had noticed that scars were not uncommon on his body; and found a strange sense of pride in knowing the story behind even one of them. He'd regained the weight and health he'd lost while trying to fend for himself in the barren wastelands of Dathomir, and the energy weapon that hung on his belt- a lightsaber, he reminded himself- had at least granted him inclusion into the Jedi Order on Naboo.
The memories of his life before waking up on Dathomir, though, had not returned, leaving the Zabrak with more questions than answers. His weapon marked him as a Jedi, there was no record of him working with the Order on Naboo. His dreams were fragmented; consisting of jumbled scenes from a life that he didn't know, further distorted by his subconscious.
And for some reason, there was a bluish spectral man near the edge of a fountain ahead of him. Xuko's pace slowed as he assessed the stranger; powerfully built, dressed in similar robes to the ones Xuko wore. His posture was one of quiet confidence and strength, not unlike the wisest of the Jedi Xuko had engaged with since coming to Naboo. The whole effect was slightly disorienting for Xuko, who simultaneously categorized the man as a level 14/10 on the Danger Scale, yet didn't feel threatened in the least. This man, Xuko finally decided, was dangerous only to his enemies.
But the most curious thing about the man was that nobody else seemed to notice him. Bystanders walked by as if he wasn't even there, occasionally pausing to admire the fountain (which took the form of a Gungan shooting water out of its mouth while seemingly tripping backwards) and at one point even walking right through the man. After staring for a few more seconds to ensure it wasn't a trick of the light or another of the street performers that frequented public parks like this one, Xuko finally decided to approach.
"Who are you?" the Zabrak asked, ignoring sideways glances from a pair of nearby walkers as he seemingly addressed the fountain. One gestured to the plaque near the fountain, which read 'Jar Jar Binks'. Xuko ignored them. "And why am I the only one who can see you?"
Caltin Vanagor
