Ask Lost in the Blizzard

[Carlyn Muireann]

The snow covered tundra of the northern reaches had once been a peaceful and serene sight, the white capped mountains from the comfort and confines of the castle keep was a scene that for many a year the teen had often woken up to and gazed upon. Yet for all the warmth that had surrounded her during her distant gazes, there was little understanding or appreciation on just how treacherous the barren wastes would be. The bitter cold cutting through her robes, as the snapping winds whipped through the flapping blanket that was being tightly held onto with a trembling hand.

The warmth within the castle walls now seemed a distant memory, and it was all because of her that she found herself in this situation. Banished from the kingdom for the use of sorcerous powers, her mind conflicted over the circumstances surrounding it as she looked upon the strange crystal topped staff that she held in her hand. She knew she had manifested this strange magic a few years prior, and had for the best part managed to suppress them and keep them hidden from everyone else - it was only whilst when hope that a call for aid was starting to fade had she allowed herself to once again listen to the strange ethereal whisperings that were calling to her.

There was something in the staff that seemed had connected to her, when things looked the most dire, it had called to her and somehow guided her into casting a towering beacon of light that shone into the skies above. A beacon that had brought the aid of the neighbouring forces to the besieged keep, and also it had condemned her in that moment to a life of banished exile. Whilst the kingdom had strict laws towards the use of sorcery that would have called for her head, it was perhaps the fact that had it not allowed for a the call for aid to be seen, that leniency was granted for the teenager, even though it was likely that she would succumb to and meet her end out in the frozen wastes.

With a sigh the female figure dismissed the grumbling within her empty stomach, before dropping down to a small craggy outcropping of rocks, that offered a small degree of cover from the blizzard, huddling down into a crouched position, pulling the blanket tight around her shivering body, the blonde teen huddled herself as tight as possible to trap the warmth as she waited out the snow storm that was raging around her. Her eyes narrowing as she stared at the glowing crystal at the end of the staff, trying to figure out just what it was that had allowed her to create such a beam of light, and unknown to her a ripple within the Force it was all strange to her and perhaps it would be last thing she would ever worry about - the night would soon roll in and the temperatures would drop even further.

Her reverie however would be soon cut short, as the strange sound of what she could only guess was thunder rolling in the distance, perhaps it was just thunder maybe the angered gods showing their displeasure over the use of sorcery - then again it could be the Barbarian hordes off in the distance, not that she'd really have much time to worry thinking about it. The bitter cold would soon likely take her before the barbarians could.

 

[Maxims Tionson]

Witch.

Magic.

Common words on primitive worlds to describe someone who had the Force. Sometimes they meant a discovery of the Force and other times it meant that someone was lording over the primitive peoples using the Force. Force-Powerful races holding others captive, as slaves, through use of the Force was not unheard of. The Infinite Empire of the Rakata sprang to mind almost immediately but the Sith themselves had done likewise.

Max had always detested the people who would do that – even when he was a Jedi Master it was still something he had to confront. Arriving above the planet was easy; there were no orbital defenses, no ground-based scanners and no ships as far as he could tell. Upon entering the atmosphere, Max made sure they were high enough to not be seen from the ground.

He had brought Drastus along with him less by design and more because the kid had been tagging along with him on a mission when they’d overheard a team of explorers at a local space station cantina talking about how their mission to a primitive planet was going. Catching snippets had been enough for Max to ask the man for the co-ordinates to check it out. To make sure the Sith weren’t already in place to exploit an entire planet’s worth of people.

“Drast – see anything on the scanners?” he asked the Padawan as he focused on coming in using a cloud for cover, “Any tech out there?”

There shouldn’t be but if this was a covert war-time uplift he didn’t think it would be out of the question. Honestly the weather was working in their favour here and wasn’t that a nice change.

“Buddy – adjust for the crosswinds.” He instructed his astromech bluntly, “Without any sass. This could be serious, Buddy.”

The usually rather energetic droid beeped a few times in understanding and started assisting with the flight as Max brought the ship down into a clearing in a wood that was barely big enough for the ship to actually fit into. Advantages of being so completely hidden outweighed the fact that he had broken a few branches on his way down. Reaching out with the Force, Max pulled snow off of treetops around them to cover the top of the ship in a blanket of snow for further cover. He rose from his seat and patted Buddy on the head.

“Stay in touch and keep up scans for anything. Keep the door locked unless one of us comes back.” He instructed the droid before pulling on a pair of gloves and a hooded cloak, “Don’t bring anything advanced tech-wise Drast; hide your lightsaber.”

He wanted this to be peaceful but he wasn’t ready to risk it turning hostile without them having anything to defend themselves with against potential Sith.

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[Drastus Drahr]

Max was starting to become a secondary Master of sorts, having taken Drast with him on several ops like it was some kinda Padawan exchange program for Willa to learn some things from Master Sati. He didn't mind it at all. Each Knight or Master he got to tag along with often brought something new to the table for him to learn and this would be no different. He would watch the scanners as ordered and once content with the results, he'd glance over to his companion. "Nothing on the scanners, Boss Man." then a thought occurred to him. "Could the weather down there affect the scanners results?"

"So this is a primitive world? As exciting as this is, I really hope they have working plumbing." Drast would say as he pulled his armor on. He would, however, remove anything high tech, including his blaster. Pausing once more. "Should I just leave my lightsaber here? I have my beskad. Don't want them thinking we're absolute witches.. well, warlocks, too." A heavy cloak and thick gloves would accompany his kit. He -hated- the cold. He preferred beaches and rays.

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[Carlyn Muireann]

It seemed that the sound of distant thunder dissipated almost as swiftly as it had came thundering overhead, the teen couldn't be sure but it looked like there might of been a brief flurry of lightning that followed overhead in the wake of the rumbling sound that passed over her. A short lived moment of the God's fury, or just the precursor to a passing storm that was far above her to be of any real concern - the ship passing over head unknown to the young primitive Force user, had passed brining on the realisation that if there was a storm rolling in, she would want to try and seek a better form of shelter than cowering amongst some rocks.

"Cho fuar, chan urrainn dhomh fuireach an seo, feumaidh mi fasgadh a lorg!" the youth muttered to herself in her native tongue, as another icey gale buffeted her. Pulling the blanket tight around her, Carlyn forced herself back onto her feet, using the staff to assist her - before slowly making her way along the field of snow and ice, her body starting to tremble from the bitter cold.

It was starting to become difficult to even determine where she was, yet alone how far she had travelled within the blizzard. The sight of her tracks behind her was either limited by the flurry of white snow flakes bluring her vision, or the fact that the shifting snow drifts were covering her tracks no sooner had she made them - the sight ahead wasn't proving to be much use either, she could feel her eyelashes tug with every blink obscuring her vision a little bit more than before. Stopping in her tracks the young blonde, rubbed the coarse woolen fabric of the blanket against her eyelids to try and remove some of the icy build up.

Her face wincing slightly at the stinging sensation that was washing over her features, Carlyn took a quick look around to get her bareings or even see something that looked like she could find shelter within. The only thing she could barely make out was a darkened wall up ahead, the irregular shapes of the upper most halves looking almost like a treeline - figuring that perhaps something that looked like a forest would be better than continuing to walk through an endless screen of white, the teen changed the direction so that she was headed towards what she hoped would be a forest.

Keeping her head down and pretty much wrapped completely with the blanket, the teen concentrated on maintaining a straight line, not wanting to risk looking up and allowing the lingering traces of heat that was trapped within escape. Her feet and lower legs were starting to feel numb, from the snow that melted off of her clothing and soaking through to her skin - her teeth starting to chatter as the shivers ran up the length of her body "beagan nas fhaide!" Carlyn muttered repeatedly to herself, partly to keep herself motivated, but mostly to keep her mind focused and active - she could feel herself getting light headed and sleepy, just needed to keep on pushing.... before she collapsed.

 

[Maxims Tionson]

Nothing on scanners was actually a good thing but he didn't trust it to stay that way for very long. There had to be something going on that had the explorers talking about sorcerery and even if it did turn out to just be a native who had discovered the Force and had a few episodes. It didn't matter to Max what was going on but he wanted to get to the bottom of it one way or another - which meant hiking through the snow which was less than enjoyable.

"Take whatever you think you'll need." he agreed with Drast, "If we meet a Sith, let me try talking first. See what we can get out of them before it turns violent."

It most likely would turn violent after all.

Moving out into the snowstorm wasn't quite so bad when you were a fully trained Jedi because you retained the ability to shield yourself against it. Still, the cold was biting and he didn't want to be out in it for too long. The Force was their guide however so he was pretty confident that they would find at least something. It was one of the pros and cons of being a Jedi - the Force would act around you how it liked and it liked to bring you to trouble.

He stepped through the trees without pausing, frowning as he examined the snow beyond the treeline. Without the trees to break the wind and the snow, there was a real risk of going 'snow-blind' to the point where everything looked the same. Thankfully they weren't standing there long before he felt something in the Force shift and he responded, reaching out with the Force to try and touch life beyond the treeline.

Quite the surprise when he spotted one.

"... we have a sentient out there." he told Drastus, already moving out into the snow to grab them, "Come on Drast, help me get them back to the ship!"

Should he really be messing around with a native species? No. Was he going to let someone freeze to death because it would be easier for him? Definitely not. So he rushed through the snow, reaching the slumped over woman and shielding her from the winds and snowfall with the Force just by being around her. Gently he would start to lift her up.

"Easy does it... come on, we're going to get you somewhere warm."

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[Drastus Drahr]

Drast would nod to Master Tionson, adding a few more things to his kit, namely a survival kit that had first aid supplies and some thermal blankets, something he wasn't sure they would need, but if it got cold enough, they could be relying on them. "Yes Master, let you talk to them and if it goes bad, then we do some damage." he wasn't excited by the prospect, moreso trying to steel himself for what lay ahead.

Hurrying after the snow with Max, he wasn't as nearly as trained in cold weather as the Master so he was still feeling some of the cold, although the gear he wore definitely helped. His visor would shift around as they walked, he wasn't sure what he was looking for, but he was on the hunt for any sign. Then Max felt some life and they were on the move.

He would trail after him, switching his helm over to thermals. As they got closer, he would see a faint signature. "Someone's definitely there, but it's weak!" he would hurry after Max slinging his pack down, he would pull the pouch with the thermal blanket and quickly wrap the young woman in it as she was pulled to her feet.

"I got her." Basically burrito-ing her in the thermal blanket, he'd lift her in a bridal carry. "Grab her stick." he'd nod to something else on the ground. Her weight wouldn't have been too bad on a normal day, but in a blizzard? He could feel it. Using the force to reinforce himself, he'd begin to trudge back the way of the ship.

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[Carlyn Muireann]

Beyond the spreading numbness that was spreading throughout her, working inwards from the tips of her extremities and towards her core. All she could sense was the bitter cold of the snow pressing against her body from where she had slumped onto. Her eyes growing heavy as her breath seemed to grow slow and deep, her mind contemplating whether choosing to accept the banishment was wise in retrospect - it would have perhaps been more of a dignified end to have met it at the hand of the executioner, rather than dying alone in the frozen wastes.

As she could feel herself seemingly start to fall asleep, the sound of the howling blizzard seemed to fall silent, even the tugging of the blanket had stopped, as if the wind had suddenly let up. Perhaps this is it, this is the end. The teen contemplated, before she could hear something uttered in a strange tongue before she felt her body be lifted from the ground so that she was once again up right. Her heavy eyes parting slightly to see what was happening, but all she could see was a shimmering silver in front of her - as she was cocooned within Drast's thermal blanket, before feeling herself be lifted off the ground and carried away - perhaps she had not angered the Gods, perhaps this was just the trail she had to face as penance for her use of Sorcery.

"Bidh sinn ag iarraidh air an Tighearna a sholas a shoilleireachadh, agus anam a stiùireadh a-mach à dorchadas. Tha sinn a ’guidhe air an Tighearna a theine a roinn, agus coinneal a lasadh a-mach. Bho dhorchadas, solas. Bho luaithre, teine. Bho bhàs, beatha." Carlyn recited, her prayer likely sounding more of a delirious murmuring, as she was carried by these unknown entities to where and what she could only imagine. The only thing that she could sense beyond her numb body, was the strange but similar sense of warmth that she had felt from the staff, when it had whispered to her through the glowing Crystals.

 

[Maxims Tionson]

Max nodded to Drastus, letting the padawan grab the young woman up as he called her staff to his hand with the Force. It... it actually resonated and he was very surprised by that. Only some things in the Galaxy actually, truly, resonated with the Force and kyber crystals seemed to be the answer here. Holding the staff with the Force caused a small amount of light to emerge from them. He eyed the crystals before turning back to the woman as he trudged alongside Drastus.

"She's the 'witch' we are looking for." he told Drast with a frown, "She might be a lost Jedi or Sith trainee or..."

And then she spoke and suddenly neither of those options really worked anymore.

"... nope, definitely a native. Kark."

Yeah this was probably against a lot of first contact rules but Max didn't much give a damn. As they approeched the ship he pulled out his com link and spoke to Buddy through the ship's systems.

"Open the ramp, Buddy, we've got what we came for." he assured the droid, "Turn up the heaters all the way as well, our guest is a bit cold."

Max would close the ramp up behind the woman and Drast and gesture for Drast to lay her down in the small bunk area that the ship came with. There wasn't any privacy in the bunk area because of the size of the ship but it was still a bed and warmer than outside. He started on making some tea.

"See if she's got any injuries, Drast."

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[Drastus Drahr]

Drastus would look down at the mumbling girl in his arms. Witch. Such an ugly term. "A native.. do you think she got caught traveling to family? Or hiding because of what she is?" he asked, looking around and picking up nothing on the thermals. He would hurry up the ramp, the heaters already working triple time to combat the exterior cold.

Following Max's lead, he would enter the small bunk area and crouch down to set her down on the bed. "Hold tight, yeah?" he say gently to the girl as he stepped away to pull out some clothes. As he received his newest orders from Max he would nod. "Yes, sir." he would also take the chance to start to slowly and carefully change her out of her freezing clothes and into much warmer clothing. So she was looking at something more than just a metal face, he would remove the Mandalorian helm and set it down off to the side.

First, he would tug off the boots, then the socks. Ooh almost blue. A pair of his socks would replace hers. "Apologies, I don't want you to get sick or anything, so I'm gonna give you a full wardrobe upgrade, in the terms that they will be warmer clothes." Then as respectfully as possible, he would keep the thermal blanket covering her lower half and he would -very- carefully tug the pants off and immediately replace them with a pair of his fuzzy sweat pants, gently lifting and adjusting her as he needed to, to make the task easier. Before he moved to the torso, he would tug on a pair of fuzzy slippers for her. Every so often, he would offer the girl a friendly smile, hopefully conveying that she was safe and that he meant her no harm. "Alrighty, now I'm going to finish inspecting you for injuries, okay?" Another smile. His hands moved to adjust and remove her her top to give him a better chance to locate any bruising or obvious injuries. Once more, her old shirt was discarded to the side and replaced with a thermal long sleeve shirt of his. "So far, nothing visual, Master. Using the scanner, now."

He almost laughed. She was an odd sight, poor girl was probably drowning in his clothing but he hoped she was a million times warmer. Reaching into the first aid bag, he'd grab one of the medical scanners and give her the once over with it. While waiting for breakdown of any ailments, he would begin to trade the thermal blanket for one of the more comfortable blankets, but only when he started to see the color return to her face. "You're doing awesome, by the way. We're almost done here."

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[Carlyn Muireann]

Perhaps there was a upside to the state of delirium that had taken over the young blonde resulting from the initial onset of hypothermia - being in something of a dazed state whilst being stripped of her robes and changed into a set of dry thermal clothing, allowed for Carlyn to barely notice what was happening. Had she not been in such a state, the padawans efforts would have been met with nothing but resistance in an attempt to preserve her modesty.

Within the warmth of the thermals and heavy blanket, the blonde primitive teen, murmured lightly, stirring briefly as she buried herself into the warmth. As the numbness had started to fade and her body seemed to return to a more comfortable temperature. The teens movements started to become more pronounced and conscious, her eyes opening gradually, blinking a few times before bolting wide open at the sight of Drastus hunched beside her, speaking in some unknown language. Her widened eyes showing a sign of clear panic as they darted about the interior of this strange chamber she now found herself - strange flickering colours, walls that looked like they had been forged from Broadswords, objects of a strange form and Shape scattered around the place, and there was another man standing off to the side.

The expression on her features moved from panic, to confusion, shock and back to panic, before almost cycling through them again, as her mind tried to process just what it was she was seeing in front of her - nothing baring the two men were recognisable, and even then there was certainly some stark differences in how these two appeared, " Cò th 'annad? Dè an t-àite a tha seo? Càit a bheil mi?" Carlyn spoke, her words carrying in a soft, but still panic and fearful tone - whilst perhaps her initial instinct would be to kick and scream and try to escape this strange place, populated by these two strangely dressed men, she lacked the energy to do so. Not that it would really do her any good, the only thing that seemed safest to do for now was to try and not enrage these people and hope that they weren't going to harm her.

 

[Maxims Tionson]

Tea was the solution to a greater number of problems than most people probably realized – a good cup of tea could stabilize someone on the brink of hysterics and soothe them back to normal. In his experience the only thing better than a cup of tea for nerves was cigaras and they had health risks. The only risk from a good cup of tea was another cup of tea.

“I don’t think it matters too much, Drast.” He admitted with a chuckle, “The natives are obviously sentient and that means that I doubt she wanted to be out there in the snow at all. Most mammals aren’t very good in such conditions.”

As he returned with the cup of tea, he eyed the native woman for a moment before turning to look at Drast again. Max raised an eyebrow very slowly.

“… Drast, please refrain from undressing young women you can’t gain consent from.” He instructed the Padawan dryly, “This time I’ll say it was because I left too much open to interpretation with my instructions to check her for injuries.”

She woke up gradually, which allowed the ship to have had enough time to have warmed up quite significantly due to the heaters. Max smiled warmly at the young woman even though he couldn’t understand a word she actually said – he couldn’t tell what she was saying but he could feel how she was saying it. The panic was expected.

He held the cup of hot tea out toward her with both hands, his half-cybernetic hand covered by his gloves.

“Drink.” He spoke softly but clearly before taking a small drink of the tea himself before offering it to her again, repeating, “Drink.”

Language barriers were a real pain but Jedi had ways around it… if and when she was able to give enough consent to do so. Reaching into the mind of a sentient being to try and learn their language was frowned upon without permission. If it got much worse they might have to though.

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[Carlyn Muireann]

A quizzical look spread over the natives features as unperturbed, and even un responsive to her questions the older of the two slowly approached carrying a small container of sorts that had whisping strands of steam rising from the top of it. A confused eyebrow arching as the man spoke as she held the container out. His words making no sense to her, but the action that followed did, he was drinking from the contents. Tentatively the teen sat herself up, being sure to keep herself still partially covered by the blanket, before taking the offered beverage.

A curious and quizzical look remained on the teen as she looked over the mug, and the liquid. Sniffing the liquid illicted a bemused expression, the odor was familiar but in a way it was different to the scent she has smelt before. Slowly and carefully Carlyn dipped the tip of her pinky finger into the beverage before quickly tasting the droplets of the liquid that had clung to her skin. Her eyes widening up at the taste, looking up from the drink to the older man, the teen pointed at the beverage. " Ti" The native spoke with a genuine smile over her features before bringing the drink to her lips and drinking it proper, a content sound of murmuring emanating from her as she sipped on the beverage. Eyes closed as she seemed to savor the heat and flavour for as long as she could - after all it was often a rarity that tea was ever served within the keep, especially during winter when routes from the capital were cut off.

Opening her eyes as she set the drink down on her lap for a moment, she looked up at Maxims for a moment, looking quite content and somewhat enamored by him serving her a drink that was, well more the reserve for the Lord of the Keep, than for the commoners - she could only really afford access to such luxuries being one of the hand maidens of the court and even then it was often the dregs she was allowed to have. Her eyes narrowing slightly as her gaze moved away from the older man and to the surrounding area of the ship. "dè thachair don luchd-obrach agam" Carlyn questioned as she looked around her, one hand mimicing her grip of the staff, before holding her hands out as far out to the side as possible to gesture for the staffs length. Her actions stopping as her eyes fell upon her own soaked robes sat off to the side of the bunk, a bemused expression crossing her features as she looked at the sleeve of what she was wearing - her brow furrowing as she cocked her head to the side for a moment, trying to figure out what had happened

OOC: just dropping in a quick reaction to Maxims tea :)

 

[Drastus Drahr]

"You're right, Master. Next time I will let her just fester in her wet clothing. Kill her while trying to save her." Drast would say sarcastically, his tone light. He would make sure his movements were measured as slow as if to not worry the young woman. With a look back, he almost laughed. Tea. Now he couldn't argue with Max's reasoning or the result. He often drank tea himself, though his alternated between hot or cold but it was always fruity. "Should see if she likes tisane." he mused.

Gathering up her clothes he'd look at Max. "I think she wants her staff." he then rose to his feet with the sopping bundle. "I'll remove any possessions and get these dried, at least. And really, Master. We don't know how long she was out in the snow, so I made a call, the call I thought best to keep her alive." He'd say with an apologetic shrug.

Still clad in the rest of his armor, he would then depart momentarily, looking for best operating heater vent. Once located, any belongings would be removed, clothes would be hung up by a jury rigged wire in front of the vent, and left to dry. He would return maybe five or six minutes later with a small handful of anything in her pockets, which he would then carefully set by her on the bed. "Here." he said with a gentle smile and soothing tone.

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[Maxims Tionson]

Well he had a point there but Max was going to have to make a mental note to help Drast get some Force techniques down to provide heat. It was better than messing around with clothes in Max's opinion, though he did smile wryly at Drast when he explained himself.

"Fair enough." he agreed with a small smirk before he handed her the tea, "Think I'll try jasmine too if she likes this - though people who drink tea without milk and sugar still freak me out a little bit."

Hans and his fruit teas and now Drastus too? Gross, the both of them! He just happened to have it on hand for when they were with him - he had his own breakfast tea supply. She seemed to like the drink so he grinned wider.

"Tea... Ti." he encouraged her before placing a hand on his chest, "Max."

He pointed to the Tea again.

"Ti." he confirmed again before patting his chest again, "Max."

He pointed to Drastus as he returned with the staff.

"Drastus." he would announce before pointing back to her and waiting for her to give her name. Hopefully she would and he hadn't just spent the last five minutes acting like a right prat. If it turned out she knew Basic and this was a prank now he'd probably die of embarrassment for sure.

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[Carlyn Muireann]

Her attention alternated between the two strangers as they conversed amongst each other, a slight arch of her eyebrow crossing her features as she tilted her head in curiosity as the younger male picked up her clothing and disappeared further out of site into the strange chamber that she currently found herself within. Her gaze soon fell back to meet Maxims as he spoke out what she could only guess to be the name of the drink in his own tongue, before iterating that in her own native language. A light grin crossing her features at the similarity between the words, her brow furrowing as he then proceeded to pat his chest and mention the word Max, the gesture indicating that it was his name perhaps.

Pointing towards her own chest, the blonde looked to max and then to Drastus as he came back depositing the little amount of possessions that she had carried on her, a few coins of silver and loose odds and ends, nothing worth of much value but then again there was really little she possessed. "Caryln" the blonde offered, as the younger of the two took a few steps back, her attention moving down from the two Jedi and to the staff that had been retrieved.

Her eyes narrowing slightly as she looked over the staff that had came into her possession during the earlier battle that had resulted in her exile, it seemed to be calling out and whispering to her again, cautiously she looked over towards Maxims and Drastus gauging if they had shown any sign of reaction of whether the magical staff had spoken to them as well. Slowly and cautiously she reached over for the shaft of the artefact and brought it closer to her, the imbedded kybers at the end shimmered with a slight light in reaction to her touch.

Now that she was certain that the two were bound to have seen the staff's reaction to her touch, a slight glow from the crystals was certainly hard to miss, even in this strange room with lots of blinking colours and lights. "An luchd-obrach air a bheil e a ’bruidhinn rium" The teen spoke, before pursing her lips in thought realising that it was doubtful that they would understand what she was saying. With a slight shrug in realisation, the blonde pointed at the staff, then with the same hand flapped it open and close as if she was making a puppet talk, before pointing to herself. Hoping that the two would understand before taking hold of the staff and pointing one of the ends to the two Jedi.

Her free hand, then pointing towards the staff, before mimicking the same puppet talking gesture only this time to point at the two men in front of her. Guessing or perhaps even hoping that if the two were to touch the staff some how it's magics would allow for it to talk to them as well. If the two Jedi touched upon the staff, they would see a flash of memories that conveyed the recent past of what had transpired for the teen.

 

[Drastus Drahr]

Drast couldn't help but laugh at the assertion from Max and his distrust for non-milk and sugar tea drinkers. "Just don't tell the sith, they'll drown you in fruit tea." He would joke back.

As Master Tionson spoke to the woman, he would mouth along. "Ti." Languages were important and Drast loved learning new ones. As Max gestured to him "Drastus." He'd say in line with the Master, his hand patting his own chest.

As she said her name he would smile and bow his head as his gaze stayed fixed on her. "Carlyn. An honor."

Then she went ahead and pulled her staff to her, both crystals glowing. Now that was pretty neat. As she waved it around, he would be lying if he said the thought 'Zap! Frog time' hadnt been playing in his head as she did so. Then she held it still and well, it seemed like she wanted them to grab her fancy stick and sometimes, Drast couldn't just say no to an offer.. so, he grabbed the stick.

As the images flashed in his mind, she could feel his sorrow on her behalf. He could see how those around looked at her. Feared her. The Force had guided them to her side. While still holding her glow stick, he'd speak again. "We cannot erase the pain.. but we can bring you to a new home. A better one. One where you belong."

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[Maxims Tionson]

Max smirked at Drastus' remark about the fruit tea - he was right they probably would and he knew damned well that Hannibal chose different black teas whenever they had a chance to drink tea together. But the girl? Well she liked tea and her name seemed to be Caryln - that was more than he had expected given the obvious language barrier. He nodded back to her with a smile when she gave her name and repeated it, pointing to her.

"Caryln." he agreed with a nod, "Good... alright not the worst introduction I've had to a Force Sensitive by far."

He tensed when she pulled the staff toward her - she was definitely using the Force but it was raw and untrained. It felt like someone who was forcing water to flow against the flow of a great river; wasteful in the extreme even if some effect was noticed. His own experience with touching ominously glowing things meant that he didn't grab the staff but rather he grabbed Drastus.

Not to pull him away but rather to shield his mind, forming a mental barrier for Drast with a firm hand on his shoulder. Drast would still see the memories but if they had been a mental attack they would have been cut off immediately by his shielding. He eyed the woman as he felt the memories through the connection he had hastily forged with Drastus.

Removing his hand from Drastus' shoulder, he would instead move closer to the woman and hold out his hand for her to take. It wasn't a visual thing he was about to attempt but he made the Force sparkle in his hand just to show her what he intended to do. Not by accident he made the sparkles the same color as the glow from her crystals.

He didn't say a word, just looking her in the eye with his hand outstretched. If she took his hand, he would seek to form a mental connection to her. A brief look into the mind of the other - it was a way Jedi could start to learn languages and he was going to be pushing some very 'basic' understanding of Basic into her mind slowly.

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[Carlyn Muireann]

Closing her eyes the blonde teen felt a strange surge run through her, and rushing through the hand and into the staff in her grasp. It was a foreign sensation to her senses as the staff helped her project her thoughts and memories, similar in a way to that surge of power that coursed through her when she had projected a beam of light into the sky, but this was far softer and calm in comparison.

Her eyes gradually opened as the sensation started to fade, looking up to the older of the pair first before turning towards Drastus as he spoke to her - illiciting a bemused look on her features for a moment before her attention swiftly focused on Maxims as he took a step closer. A look of concern and worry evident on her features - had she overstepped the mark, and revealed herself to be a witch to those that like those where she once called home, distrusted those touched with these powers.

Backing a little further away in the bunk, her retreat falling to an abrupt end as she looked at the older man's hand. Her eyes narrowing as she quizzically looked at the shimmering glow that emanated from his offered hand, it was acting the same as how the crystals in her staff were glowing. A confused and questioning expression formed on her features, before the teen released her grip on the staff and placed her hand onto the offered palm of the Jedi Master.

 

[Maxims Tionson]

The contact with her hand was all he needed, an acceptance that he was going to do something similar to what she had just done to Drastus, to touch her mind. Different, however, because he was more experienced, able to control it better than Drastus or Carlyn could hope to do even working together. He forged the connection between their two minds, temporary though it was, stronger than even the staff and the crystals had facilitated.

He showed her images from his mind, memories of his time interacting with other Jedi in training, in times of stress and in times of joy. While he was showing her his memories of the Jedi, however, he was taking a look of his own. Using the Force he looked into her mind and took something back with him.

A gentle transfer rather than a hostile action, he showed her parts of his life she might have found confusing or comforting and in return he took information on how to speak her language. Basic was a language she could learn down the line but he had given her some sound to go with his memories and the knowledge of what those same words meant, imprinted upon her mind.

"A bheil seo nas fheàrr dhutsa?" he asked her in her native language, his pronunciation probably rather bad, "I left you some small knowledge of Basic in your mind... it may come in small doses until you can learn properly."

He turned to Drastus.

"Fetch one of the old-style translation devices would you, Drast? We might need to speak as though she is similar to those species who cannot speak Basic, at least until she can adapt more."

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[Drastus Drahr]

Drast would momentarily be pulled from whatever trance he was involved in with the touch of Max's hand on his shoulder. He could feel him doing something.. defensive? He'd have to ask him about that later. As the transfer of memories and language passed and Carlyn moved onto Max, he would catch the staff as she released, holding it cautiously like it was some foreign weapon. He would take a moment to study any runes on it, and let the Force flow from him and into the staff as he thought about her language. Was there a way he could pull information from the staff? He wasn't sure, but he was willing to try.

He would steal a look at Max holding Carlyn's hand and would once more take note to figure out what he was doing. Focus returning to the staff, it would feel like hours when in reality, it was maybe mere minutes. The sound of Max's voice speaking the strange tongue would pull the Padawan from his reverie. Had he imagined that? Was Max speaking in tongues or was the staff playing a game on him, he couldn't tell. Then when Max switched back to basic, he would stop in thought. "An exchange of thoughts? Or memories?" he asked.

When the Jedi Master turned to him and made his request, he would nod. "Yes, Master." turning with the staff, he would pause, turning to offer the object almost reverently back to its owner. Once she took it, he would head off in search of the device. "The language itself sounds familiar, I just can't put my finger on why. What... modern worlds are we by?" he asked as he dug around in one of the nearby containers.

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