Log:Jedi Order: The Monsters at our Door
An encounter with a watchbeast takes an unexpected turn
OOC Date: February 15, 2022
Location: Devaron
Participants: Rune, Qutha Buvu Pah, Aryn Cortess, Vega, Corto, Jax Greystorm, Nora Frayus
RP Rating and Summary
PG: Mild violence and peril.
After an evening of tremors, the Jedi Order was approached by members of village near to their temple on the Planet Devaron. When they arrived, they found the once-flat landing field carved across with high, violent rifts. Watch beasts, known to live in the thick jungles of the forests just outside the village, had begun fleeing. It was on the Jedi to unravel the mystery of the Watchbeasts strange new movements, and to ensure the safety of the villagers that needed them.
Log
[ Nora Frayus (Nora) | 20:09:09 ]=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=
The villagers had felt it. Those living at the temple had felt it too.
Tremors in the dark.
In the dead of night, walls and ceiling rattled, rousing villagers and young padawans alike from their sleep. Though those tremors were more distant to those within the temple, the villagers felt them tenfold. It's why, in the dead of morning, a small party of villagers had arrived at the temple to ask their Jedi neighbors for assistance. When the young Initiate who greeted them asked what they needed assistance with?
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"You really just need to see it for yourself," a young Devaronian says. He's speaking to Nora Frayus, a newer Jedi Initiate who looks more annoyed to be trudging through dirt and grass and treeline towards the clearing that is the Landing Field just outside the Wilderness of Devaron. She sighs, exasperated with the answer, and turns her palms up towards the sky. Or, well, in this case, up towards the treetop canopy above.
"I think Rey just likes to see me covered in mud," she laments, "What is it that they say about three events becoming a pattern?"
The party of Jedi continue to move through the forest path towards the source of the Devaronian Villagers's concern. The concern that, apparently they have to see for themselves.
[ Rune (R) | 20:17:59 ]=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=
There are benefits to being a morning person... you typically gets the freshest caff, watching a sun rise, or two, on whatever planet you happen to be on, and excursions in the wee morning hours aren't as frustrating as they could be otherwise. At least Rune is alert enough to keep his head moving and his eyes roaming the forest as they walk. Then again, that could be the caff.
Along with the joys of piloting a ship, caff was one of the delights of discovering civilization. Having previously been roused awake by some predatorial growl of one beast or another, drinking a bitter liquid to put pep in one's step is a much more preferred experience. As it is, the young Ysannan is almost on the verge of whistling as they traipse through the wilderness, a small crooked smile on his lips and a manner of a skip in his gait.
"I think they say just that, Nora. Three events is no longer random but the makings of a pattern. Have you found yourself covered in mud much at Rey's discretion" Rune asks, an eyebrow quirking higher on his forehead as he awaits the response. The Padawan is dressed as normal, dark chocolate and charcoal robes laced over his chest to hang beneath a cinched belt. The deep brown of his generously baggy pants disappear into midnight leather boots, the latter of which, speaking of, are sans mud for once. Finally, dangling from the utility belt about his waist, a black metal hilt which looks meticulously cared for and well maintained.
[ Qutha Buvu Pah (Qutha) | 20:19:17 ]=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=
Fortunate he was on a stopover here, dragging his cloak on as he hustles after with the group. Muttering under his breath as he shakes a leg and then steps to get his boot readjusted on the go,
"Shaking and madness about." cinching his belt and smoothing down the front of his tunic, "It could be worse Miss Nora, you could've been starkers and had to get dressed on the run. Missing out on my sunning..." Now he's going to be quite hungry later. Small matter, really, in the long run; but still. Hungry plant man is now working through the distraction of a gurgling stomach while moving to aid.
"Seeking patterns is a natural course of sentient, intelligent, behavior I've read. I'm not much for superstition though - you have that in your favor, Miss Norah." nodding to Rune as he puffs along.
[ Aryn Cortess (AC) | 20:19:30 ]=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-
"I daresay three instances denotes a trend; you just enjoy being dirty," Intones the posh sounding Aryn, who is dressed more appropriately for a stroll through the jungle. Situating her cape to hang more stylishly to one side, the doctor draws emphasis to her medical satchel, and it's to its strap that her gloved hands latch, hanging idly to keep from nervously fidgeting.
[ Vega (Veg) | 20:20:11 ]=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=
Vega doesn't have a room at the Eedit Temple, but she does frequent there to fix things. Because electronics are always on the fritz sometimes. She's working on redrawing some wiring relays for the lightsaber design she's working on when the rattling of walls and ceilings had rolled through. One of the younger students had wandered into the hall with a wide eyed look and the white haired woman had reassured them all was fine and to return to sleep.
She'd found herself not far behind Nora and the rest after that. Her black hood had been pulled up over her hair and she was quietly wondering what was going on. Which was Vega's semi-normal state really.
[ Corto (Ct) | 20:21:58 ]=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=
A long time ago, a very wise and very small man said 'Size matters not'.
This is not the story of that man, nor is it the story of a particular drifter, a hulking blue figure that would have made the aforementioned small man reconsider his stance. He was no exception to the height and frame of a Feeorin, an outlier on any world, but what one carries in size they may also carry in insignificance. Because this was the tale of the village, and like most wanderers of yore, our drifter of the eve just happened to be passing through.
All being said, in the narrative of the Force, there's no such thing as coincidence.
The tall blue figure didn't look out of place on Tatooine for his manner of dress, a wide brimmed hat and a poncho, practical and worn leathers, a sprig of loth-straw in his mouth and a stick in his hands, sitting on a rock near what he felt was the source of the strange, strange feeling that had overcome him. He traced figures in the dirt with the long implement, a badly drawn rune one moment, a stick-like human the next, only to rub them out with his foot and restart once he'd taken up the immediate real estate. It was still a short walk, but strange phenomena have the habit of attracting an audience, and the Feeorin knew better than to see it alone when there was safety in numbers.
[ Nora Frayus (Nora) | 20:30:53 ]=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=
Poor Nora Frayus. This isn't the first time the Lady from New Alderaan has been meant to be the brunt of party full of Jedi's jokes. It's Rune first, and then Qutha. "Yes, I believe I have. On Chandrila, she put me up against Ms. Kasia. That woman is not human. Some sort of devil, I should suspect." Qutha's mentioning of morning sunning gets a... look... from Lady Frayus and then even Princess Aryn Cortess is joining in on the fun. Her eyes briefly narrow and her lips thin. "I do hope you are quite pleased with yourself, Your Grace," she says, tipping her chin up and face away. Haughty, but entirely insincere about it. Mostly.
"Vega, at least you do not tease me," she says to Vega, over her right shoulder.
The Devaronian Villagers lead the Jedi up and out of the dirt, forest path and towards the long, expansive hill that, once crested, provides a lush view of the flat landing field below and the dense, forested woods just beyond. Midway up that ascent, two more villagers have found Corto and gesture for him to join the rest of the party.
When the Jedi do reach the top of that hill, however, something is entirely... wrong about the landscape. Where once there was flat terrain, tall grass, and beautiful wildflowers, there are now thick, brown scars of dirt and clay. The scars are tall -- some nearly thirty feet or more in the air. That clay has been pushed up by something massive.
"Watchbeasts," the Devaronian male says. He points towards the woods, where the long scar through the earth carves directly out of. "They normally stay within the jungles. We have never seen them so close to the village, Jedi. We are frightened. Please. You will help us drive them back, yes?"
[ Rune (R) | 20:40:21 ]=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=
Rune's other eyebrow lifts to join the first and he tilts his head to look at the rest. Apparently he hadn't realized he'd been teasing, his question was more sincere and wondering than in jest. Regardless, a shrug is given and he turns to looking at the landscape as they continue their journey. It's not a long trek, arriving at the village outskirts shortly after the banter had ended.
Timely it was, that the quips and jests stopped, the seriousness of the situation, the large scars in the earth, calling all of the Jedi's attention. A solo eyebrow lifts once more and Rune steps to one of the clay upheavals, reaching out with the Force while he attempts to communicate with the past. The Force does respond, faintly but there... something in the darkness and of something large, most likely the Watchbeasts. However there is nothing concrete about the knowledge gleamed that would add to solving the situation. "I do not know, I cannot sense what would drive them from the woods, possibly something massive, I would wager."
[ Qutha Buvu Pah (Qutha) | 20:48:24 ]=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=
Qutha's brows are up when Nora addresses Vega, looking back to the... Space there's two Alderaanians here. The less Royal Alderaanian. "Teasing? I'm sorry, ma'am but nothi-" cut off at the sight of churned earth having raised scars on the land such as they have. Jaw dropped a moment - only to clamp shut as though some hand had come to close it for him... if only to keep him from being gape jawed.
Then he's looking with a trained eye at the damage, the direction it came from and left to if he can, "Bother it all..." one hand lifting to hook his fingers behind his neck and hold there while he looks to an fro. His other hand lifting, finger pointing to follow the path of the churned ground before halting and Qutha just heads to where he was pointing, flicking his helmet away from his face with a grunt and a slip in the turf in the 'official boots' that come with this set of clothes.
"Going to get my own boots, too..." grumble mumble.
[ Aryn Cortess (AC) | 20:49:59 ]=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- Aryn is quiet for their trek up the hill, partly because it's labored work to make such a climb, and two, she was observing their terrain. Concern creases her brow when they reach the top though because of the shape the land is in. She listens to the explanation from the locals, then steps away to walk the area, gathering what data she could about the situation to form a hypothesis.
"Hmmm, to your concern of these watchbeasts and their changed pattern.. signals here seem to indicate erratic behavior. Much like something fleeing or avoiding something. These beasts are known well for feeding on carrion found in the jungle, or other decomposing organic matter below; in the sunlight, such would not be as prominent."
"To the concern of the other thing.. I am still thinking about that.."
[ Vega (Veg) | 20:52:35 ]=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=
"Do you see how tall I am? I'm not making fun of anyone else." Vega chuckles to that. She was pretty short, so she wasn't going to aid in heckling. She crouches down to Roundy and there's a bit of a moment taken to speak with him as she runs a scan of her own. There's a frown on the first pass as nothing shows. Then there's little speckles of red that start to ping like little pricks of light through fabric.
She stands and looks off in the direction that things are coming from, "Not to alarm anyone, but there are about a dozen lifeforms that are heading this way being trailed by something massive...and I've already been almost eaten at least once this month. So I suggest moving out of the line of its travels, whatever it is." she states to the others.
[ Rune (R) | 20:55:13 ]=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=
Rune says, "Do you see how tall I am? I'm not making fun of anyone else." Vega chuckles to that. She was pretty short, so she wasn't going to aid in heckling. She crouches down to Roundy and there's a bit of a moment taken to speak with him as she runs a scan of her own. There's a frown on the first pass as nothing shows. Then there's little speckles of red that start to ping like little pricks of light through fabric."
[ Corto (Ct) | 20:56:52 ]=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= Behind the gathered individuals in robes drew the huge Feeorin. A shorter man would have his eyes obscured by the hat. A shorter man could have done so quietly, but heavy footfalls from legs the size of tree-trunks were an appropriate harbinger for the bit player of the week. There was a crunch of teeth on loth-straw and a couple of cracks from his jaw moving left and right, then the big blue man finally spoke.
"Daresay you all felt it too," was his introduction, a deep, bassy, rumbling drawl typical of a large-in-size species. The rumble-drawl was the perfect tone for a transient with a hat and a will, living by his own means for a time long measured. "Somethin' big moved here," was the quiet elaboration as the as-yet-unnamed Feeorin walked past the group and into the fresh canyon proper. "That'd be what's spooking 'em. See this churn..." he kneeled down and stroked the dirt almost lovingly, feeling the looseness of the gravel. "Below ground."
Something was off. Even kneeling, he was tall enough that the drifter hat couldn't hide his puzzled expression, and he pressed a hand to the ground harder. Tapping one, two, three fingers, he looked up, and off into the distance. "That'd be your something massive, little lady. Feel the ground. You'll spot it."
[ Jax Greystorm (Jax) | 20:59:12 ]=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-
Jax had joined in with the group a bit later. Though as he drawn up to join the group, he'd chosen to remain quiet and assess the situation. The hooded jedi knight doing something a bit out of character for him, not speaking or acting without knowing what's going on. Perhaps there's hope for him yet.
[ Nora Frayus (Nora) | 21:07:01 ]=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=
Devaronian Village Reputation: 75% (POSITIVE)
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The Devaronian Villagers crowd around the Jedi with concern. They watch Rune curiously as he approaches the swell of rock before him and attempts to reach out and touch the force to sense it. Qutha gets attention from them too, but when he seems distracted with his observations, they turn to look towards Princess Aryn Cortess for support. While her clinical assessment of the situation does some to quell their concerns, they seem a bit skeptical. "Aryn knows a great deal about many subjects. You can trust her," Nora implores, but her words seem to lack a certain... staying factor. Besides, Vega's warning is much more... pressing. Dire, and urgent. Nora's brows knit and she turns to look towards Corto, lips forming into a frown as she looks towards the peak of that seam that she's presently stepping on.
Below the ground?
Vega's announcement proves to be an entirely accurate assessment. From the jungle, where those seams crawl out of, bursts the forms of four.... six... eight... twelve humans. While armed, their armor and weapons are primitive. Sharpened spears, bows and arrows, and light leather clothing fortified with hammered metal around the chest, neck, and thighs. They appear to be running... are they running -from- something?
The clay buckles before them, and the body of one of the massive Watchbeasts churns up dirt and clay into the air. It moves through the ground like a serpent through water, displacing rock and root alike as it makes a desperate line away from the jungle. Those humans aren't running the creature. They're chasing it.
Spears hurl, sticking into its thick hide. Arrows bore themselves within it. Some of the humans hurl flasks of liquid thats glass cracks against the surface and singes.
"SKREEEEEE!!!" the creature hisses in pain.
The path the watch beast takes from the jungle is one of fraught desperation. Though it outspeeds the humans, its body is long, presenting a lengthy segment to be attacked.
Oh yeah, it's also coming right towards the Jedi.
[ Rune (R) | 21:20:02 ]=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=
The Ysannan Padawan can feel the rumble spoken of well before it reaches them and he turns his head toward the build of the sound.... and then all chaos breaks loose. Hazel eyes snap wide as the beast and the attackers appear, the creature burrowing up from the ground and careening straight toward them.
Rune hardly has much time to consider what to do when his instinct takes over, driven by the Force. He squats low before catapulting his body into the air, gathering his robes to flip up and over the beast as it barrels past. The young initiate lands safely behind the enormous creature, one knee down and one arm flung up for balance. He appraises the situation for a moment glancing between the harrowed creature and the spear wielding humans. A split second later, Rune summons as much of the Force as he can, trying to project a shield to defend the beast from the attacks of those chasing it. Instead, the Force slips from his fingers and the shield that began to materialize fizzles out into nothing. "Kriff...."
[ Qutha Buvu Pah (Qutha) | 21:22:36 ]=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=
Oh that's big.
Oh that's very very big.
Oh that is phenomenally, ridiculously big.
And Qutha seems intent to do what he does. Approaching with one hand raised, angling his movements to get towards one side of the creature that nears. Letting it pass and letting fingers brush against it while calling out in a low tone. Low but audible. Ignoring the scrapes in the calloused skin of his fingers that leave green trails behind on the body of the massive worm like beast.
"Hooh. Hoh now..." looking around for anyone, "Someone, stop those hunters! It's going to start moving again soon!" its stopped, at least, and Qutha continues to try and calm the creature - so it won't destroy the village in its panic.
Here's hoping at least.
[ Aryn Cortess (AC) | 21:27:56 ]=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-
Turning from her analysis toward the noise, Aryn's eyes begin to widen as the scene becomes clear to her. It was a matter of fear, it seemed, hunters chasing a large beast, and the damage a result of the beast trying to get away. Aryn stands her ground, holding her hand out trying to convey, through the Force, that basic instinct to burrow and go down. Hard to spear through the earth, right?
Aryn is not successful in her attempt, so a baser instinct sees that she moves to one side while others capable of taking action, do so. She has not weighed in on the situation with the hunters yet; there is always two sides to a story.
[ Vega (Veg) | 21:31:14 ]=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=
Vega looks to the new arrival that is hard to miss given his height, well...Corto, not the big beast. She then lets her eyes flick to the beast that busts out of the treeline. Welp. "We don't have one of those." she points out to no one in particular. They'd gained a large sea beast on Ahch-To. Maybe they'd get one here! Ahem.
She approaches the harriers of the beast, no really concerned if she's going to get jabbed by a spear, "Excuse me! If you could please stop attacking that very angry thing it is going to start moving again any moment now and I can't assure you that it's not going to try to use one of you as a chewie!" she calls out. "Please run before it starts getting out of control again." she adds.
[ Corto (Ct) | 21:34:18 ]=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=
The precedent was set long ago for fists to swing in the great maelstrom of the Force. Power begets power and nowhere is that more true than in a conflict fuelled by endless generations, and while knowledge is often gained, sometimes wisdom is lost in the making.
There is, after all, value in subtlety.
The giant rangeman stepped back and away from the charging onslaught, golden eyes peering at the primitive weaponry. Such has its value at times, but said times were not right now. They were best lowered, and there was a strange flick of the Feeorin's fingers as he reached up to adjust the loth-straw in his mouth, a faint paradoxial sensation of breeze and stillness, and the slipping of sand through metaphorical fingers.
There was such a thing as being too subtle.
[ Jax Greystorm (Jax) | 21:35:34 ]=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-
As the great watchbeast worm emerges from the ground in front of the hunting party, Jax draws the force around himself preparing to move. Though he finds that moment doesn't come as Qutha acts to calm the creature. He moves to step forward towards the hunting party but find Vega already on her way to speak to the hunting party. So he does not move to over whelm them letting the Echani handle matters. Though he quickly and quietly finds his part in the scene. He reaches out with the force and with a simple wave of his hand, it was a simple small gesture and the last spear goes flying off course with a simple push of the force. The spear neither a danger nor a threat to the watch beast.
[ Nora Frayus (Nora) | 21:36:50 ]=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=
The primitive humans have seen the use of the force. They will remember that those they saw outside the jungle display unnatural, god-like powers.
[ Nora Frayus (Nora) | 21:40:49 ]=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=
Devaronian Village Reputation: 75% (POSITIVE)
Nomadic Humans Reputation: 35% (FRIGHTENED)
+10% Vega's Diplomacy
-5% Afraid of THE FORCE
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Nora Frayus' eyes go wide when she sees that creature burst forward. Though the bulk of it remains beneath the clay, there's enough of its segmented, bloody carapace to show just how absolutely massive that creature is. Rune's acrobatic leap out of the way and attempt at a shield sees those villagers slow their attack. What is this strange man and what... is he doing? When Vega approaches, the attacking humans take a few steps back. Their heads tip, and they look at one another, and then back to Vega. Her posture and approach is non-threatening enough, and the sight itself strange enough, that they seem to be disarmed.
"Hoch cho? Hoch cho. Na na na, shyshnla," one, a young woman with tight curls of brown hair says. She has elegant warpaint on her face, with strange, non-native feathers tucked into her hair. Another, a blonde man approaches behind. He gestures towards the Watch beast that's already begun to shift and screech, the Jedi unable to hold it permanently or cause it to burrow.
That movement sees more of the villagers hurl spears at the creature they are chasing, opportunistic in their attempts to weaken the beast due to it being close. When that spear suddenly redirects course, three more humans rise from the pack, pointing fingers towards Corto and Jax with wide eyes.
"FORSHONO! FORSHONO!" they yell in unison and break for the jungle that they came from. A few hurl arrows and spears back towards the Jedi and the watch beast, but it's clear from the way they sail high and far that those shots are warnings.
Stay away from us.
The watch beast churns beneath the clay.
"SKKKKREEEEEEE!!" it screeches out, and turns abruptly, rolling in the direction of the village but, if it holds course, far enough away from the village to avoid it entirely and disappear into the dense foliage of the opposite jungle nearer to the Jedi Temple.
[ Rune (R) | 21:47:17 ]=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=
Though the shield fizzled and a spear passed through his defense, the offending weapon was sent to the side by Jax. Further to the point, the beast was calmed by a number of the Jedi and Vega successfully placated the ravaging humans, for the moment at least... that is until they saw the manifestation of power they didn't understand and began hurling more weapons at all of the above. Thankfully those attempts passed high and far, not a threat to anyone in the near vicinity and the Jedi were left with retreating primatives and a beast that seemed content to simply leave.
Rune turns back to the group once the last of the hunters disappear from sight, looking at the mess created and the chaos calmed. "It would seem that is why these beasts are rampaging farther from their homes and into yours, clearly they are being hunted." the Ysannan nods, stating the obvious for all to hear.
[ Aryn Cortess (AC) | 21:49:55 ]=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-
The beast is moving from the group now, yet stays near the surface making it an easy target for those who see the opportunity. Aryn raises her hand again, projecting the sense the animal would be safer below, and prompting it to burrow further. How this is conveyed and understood between sentient and non-sentient is another mystery of the Force. Aryn understood it to be her will communicated through the Force into something the beast understood and reacted to.
Aryn knew she made good on her task this time, and her hand lowers as she walks back out to join the others and observe where the beast goes from here. "Do you suppose the beasts did something to that tribe and they sough vengeance? Or was it a matter of food, and they saw opportunity?" A language barrier made that difficult to discern.
[ Vega (Veg) | 21:53:33 ]=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=
Vega barely dodges one of the spears, hearing the cloth of her tunic rip as it happens. "I just fixed these..." she mutters to herself as she looks at the black fabric. Then she shrugs, no blood spilled. That was a plus. She looks to the others, "Everyone OK?" she asks. Then she gives a thoughtful look to Aryn, "Could be possible...I don't know how to ask them though." she frowns to that. "Maybe it is a mystery that can be unravelled though." she adds.
[ Qutha Buvu Pah (Qutha) | 21:58:36 ]=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=
Beasts and primitives in flight, Qutha stands with emerald eyes wide and expression somewhere between bewildered and concerned while the others move and do as they need to. Wrapping his wounded hand in a bit of cloth and opting to choose to watch the flight of the humans back towards the shelters of their forest, the Zelosian turns to look at one face, then the next.
Mouth open.
Closed.
Open again and then snapping shut before he heads towards where he had spotted something before, trying to catch sight of whatever thing that glimmered and caught his eye earlier.
[ Jax Greystorm (Jax) | 22:03:04 ]=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-
Jax makes his way towards the spear that he just swatted away with the force. "I don't know how Zandra and you do that do that, Aryn. It's difficult to commune with sentients more than a simple suggestion not to fight or take the last biscuit at dinner." Jax reaches down picking up the spear and let his mind wonder through the force. He rocks back and forth for a moment as he stays crouched down. His left hand reaching out to balance himself. He lets out a long exhale and whispers, " "Fly far away, like firebirds in the sky. Join the stars in the dark, up there, way up high." This is more than once but the first time wasn't in basic but the alien language he didn't know till a few moments ago. He lets out an exhale. "I'm afraid they're the survivors of a crash landing. Maybe the children without any adults."
[ Nora Frayus (Nora) | 22:11:49 ]=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=
Devaronian Village Reputation: 75% (POSITIVE)
Nomadic Humans Reputation: 35% (FRIGHTENED)
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Nora Frayus had begun to take the first few steps in pursuit of those that had flung arrows and spears over the party's head but, in seeing the actions of those surrounding her, those steps slowed to a stop. No more than ten or so meters away, she peers out towards the jungle where the last of those primitive humans deftly sprint towards cover. "I am alright, Ms. Vega," she calls out to the Jedi, attention briefly shifting to Qutha as he returns to the mound to catch a glimpse of what he spotted earlier. She hmmms thoughtfully and turns her head to look over her shoulder just in time to watch Aryn reach out and puuuushhh that creature down into the dirt. She can hear the way the woman reaches out, just as she hears Jax reach out into the echoes of the force as well. Dischordant, awful music. She shakes her head, as if to rouse from a dream.
"I do not know, Your Grace. They were... primitive. Natives, perhaps?"
"Not natives... nobody lives in those woods," The Devaronian villager says. Others huddle around him with a look of concern in their eyes. "They wish us dead. They must. It is the only explanation for it," another says, and those around her join in with murmurs of agreement.
It's then that Jax begins to speak in that strange, alien language. Nora frowns, turning her head over her shoulder to watch the man speak, his words gradually shifting from something strange and distant to something understandable.
"Fly far away, like firebirds in the sky."
The rest of the words pull Nora's frown deeper, and she turns her eyes back to the murk of the woods. Her hand eases off the grip of her sword and she delicately lets her tongue drift out to wet her lips.
"'Your ilk'," she says to the stranger, head tipping to the side.
"And just who are you, anyway?"
[ Qutha Buvu Pah (Qutha) | 22:16:13 ]=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=
"It's poison... acidic." motioning to what he's found, hunkered down and cradling his injured hand still. "Like a goad maybe. Stir it up, get it moving. Making it angry and desperate." Qutha frowns a little deeper and tilts his head to one side before he pulls out a metal container that moments ago contained a bit of lunch, but is now being used to scoop up the stuff.
"Reckon I'll be glad I'm no egg-head in a lab..." looking distastefully - expecting the container to melt and force him to find something else to try. But one way or another he's getting that sample.
[ Aryn Cortess (AC) | 22:26:04 ]=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-
"Perhaps the gentleman is right," Aryn says to Vega, "We will learn more with time." Aryn turns away from the burrowing beast to begin walking back down the trail. Jax's comment about using the technique she had gets a laugh, "Tis still a mystery for me. When I have time, I will practice on some of the porgs and write down some notes about it. Then we can compare notes or something. See you all back at the temple.." Aryn is taking a call then..
[ Corto (Ct) | 22:28:03 ]=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=
"Me? No one important." Because in the end this wasn't the drifter's story, but that of the Jedi, and the Village, and the Tribe. Three powers balanced on a precarious fulcrum, each with their own wishes and desires, some knowing more than others than an unbalancing of the platform would result in the upending of everything that all of them held dear. Wax on as we might about the philosophical ramifications, standing in silence while comprehending enormity (and I am not just talking about biceps the size of sportsballs) does not paint the most welcoming picture.
Though, being vague has its advantages.
"Was passing through, felt the commotion," was the nameless Feeorin's basso profundo. "Nothing to it."
