Terra Firma
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''And that is why it is a skill that not many learn. Very few learn the best techniques.'' Beric's own family all forged their own armour from cortosis weave, each family member a master armourer in some way or another.
Beric put his hand on the arm of the overzealous boy. ''Relax, my boy.'' His voice quavered slightly. He gripped his staff in one hand, leaning heavily, the part in the other.
''I have everything I need, but thank you. Your kindness belies your appearance. If you would indulge me in a tale as to how you decided upon such..unique...markings, You could escort me back to my ship.''
He hobbled forward, not waiting for an answer. More and more interaction. Why could nothing ever be simple? Once he got back to his ship, however, he could be free to exist within the void.
''You are a force user. But dark, rather than grey, like my young acquaintance here, neh?'' He coughed, great convulsions racking his body. He recovered, straightening slightly, hobbling again.
Beric put his hand on the arm of the overzealous boy. ''Relax, my boy.'' His voice quavered slightly. He gripped his staff in one hand, leaning heavily, the part in the other.
''I have everything I need, but thank you. Your kindness belies your appearance. If you would indulge me in a tale as to how you decided upon such..unique...markings, You could escort me back to my ship.''
He hobbled forward, not waiting for an answer. More and more interaction. Why could nothing ever be simple? Once he got back to his ship, however, he could be free to exist within the void.
''You are a force user. But dark, rather than grey, like my young acquaintance here, neh?'' He coughed, great convulsions racking his body. He recovered, straightening slightly, hobbling again.
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As the young boy stepped forwards, Vinculis almost instinctively pulled his blade out but refrained. Luckily the old man brought him back. Vinculis ignored the boys question, he is not why Vinculis was here and he would not let the boy waste anymore of his time.
" It would be my pleasure to escort you "
Vinculis walked along side the old man, matching his pace as if not to offend him.
" Ah yes, I grew up alone among the gangs of the under city on Courasaunt. I had to do whatever it took to survive down there, and the tattoos are an example of the sacrifices I made. "
The three walked in silence for a few moments before the old man asked him about his force signature.
" Yes, that is correct. What of you though old man? What are you hiding? "
" It would be my pleasure to escort you "
Vinculis walked along side the old man, matching his pace as if not to offend him.
" Ah yes, I grew up alone among the gangs of the under city on Courasaunt. I had to do whatever it took to survive down there, and the tattoos are an example of the sacrifices I made. "
The three walked in silence for a few moments before the old man asked him about his force signature.
" Yes, that is correct. What of you though old man? What are you hiding? "
Char noted the man's body language, most importantly that he did not go for the weapon. He realized he was acting like an over-protective kath hound for no readily apparent reason and grinned sheepishly. Char fell in behind them, watching them and listening in on the conversation while his droid provided overwatch. Something about the newcomer just struck him as wrong.
Just how old is Vinculis, anyways?
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''Ah, the undergangs of Coruscant. Many governors and senators make great claims to 'rid our world of this scum', but they always come back, don't they?'' The tattoos were quite intricate. A skull overlaid his whole dace. Not uncommon, but it did stand out in normal society.
''If I told you, there would be no point hiding, would there? I'm just an old man with a troubled past. It seems that we all suffer the same affliction. Funny how similar people attract, no matter the setting.'' He chuckled slightly, coughing again.
''And my ship, young man, is a paltry thing. A small repulsor array to leave docking bays, A tiny hyperdrive, and a solar sail. Nothing beats tacking up solar winds, or having the wind behind you on a run.'' He kept moving. Not far to the dock now. Then he could be alone again. Alone to reflect on his misdeeds.
''If I told you, there would be no point hiding, would there? I'm just an old man with a troubled past. It seems that we all suffer the same affliction. Funny how similar people attract, no matter the setting.'' He chuckled slightly, coughing again.
''And my ship, young man, is a paltry thing. A small repulsor array to leave docking bays, A tiny hyperdrive, and a solar sail. Nothing beats tacking up solar winds, or having the wind behind you on a run.'' He kept moving. Not far to the dock now. Then he could be alone again. Alone to reflect on his misdeeds.
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The old man was good at answering a question without really answering it. Vinculis wanted to know more though, he wanted to know who this man was.
" A troubled past? What, are you a sith who found the light? Or perhaps a jedi who did a bad thing? "
" A troubled past? What, are you a sith who found the light? Or perhaps a jedi who did a bad thing? "
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((Sorry about lateness. I have an exam in an hour or 2. Been cramming.))
''Why do you use these terms that box people? Sith, Jedi, all are meaningless. They are shackles that inhibit true potential with rules and traditions.''
He turned to the boy, smiling a bit. ''It's ok, young man. I've been on this ship for a while now. I know how to fix a pesky scrubber.''
The staff tapped as he walked. The walkways grew less populous as they neared the docking bays.
''Why do you use these terms that box people? Sith, Jedi, all are meaningless. They are shackles that inhibit true potential with rules and traditions.''
He turned to the boy, smiling a bit. ''It's ok, young man. I've been on this ship for a while now. I know how to fix a pesky scrubber.''
The staff tapped as he walked. The walkways grew less populous as they neared the docking bays.
"Both want to rule you," Char agreed. "Sith through the lies of power, Jedi through the lies of service."
At the comment about the old man knowing his ship, Char shrugged and said nothing. Nothing more needed said on the subject.
At the comment about the old man knowing his ship, Char shrugged and said nothing. Nothing more needed said on the subject.
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''Very astute of you.'' Beric smiled. This one had a sharp mind, at least.
As they walked, trading words with each other civilly, the coridoors became less populous, the only other people other ship owners and crews, seeking some freedom on the orbital, away from the cramped confines of interstellar ships.
Beric couldn't wait to step back on board.
Eventually, he shuffled to a landing cradle, his ship sat their like a mass of tangled scrap. Beautiful, in it's own rustic way. He turned to the pair of young men, in the prime of their lives. So much to look forward to.
''Thank you for your company, it has warmed an old man's heart to hear some new stories. Memories get dull after too long dwelling on them.
''I have one piece of advice for you both: Never tie yourselves down to a hierarchy. You may feel part of something, but it will subtly suffocate you with rules, traditions, promises of power. Be free.''
Shakily, Beric withdrew a remote from his hand, pressing a button. A gangplank extended, and he shuffled up into the dank gloom. He turned to look down at the two men, and then hobbled into the confines of the ship, the gangplank withdrawing, sealing him away.
The ship lifted on couging repulsors, moving from the cradle into a large airlock. Beric sat in the pilot chair, a holo-display in front of him. His vessel had no windows. He could only see out through the multitude of feeds from external sensoria dotting the ship. He pushed the vessel into the void, cutting the repulsors as the great sail unfolded, four large petals of a shining black flower.
Beric set course, out of this system, and sat on the metal floor, closing his eyes, and meditating.
Over and over, he saw ruination, a city shattered, thousands upon thousands dead.
And the glassy eyes of a padawan, no more than a girl.
As they walked, trading words with each other civilly, the coridoors became less populous, the only other people other ship owners and crews, seeking some freedom on the orbital, away from the cramped confines of interstellar ships.
Beric couldn't wait to step back on board.
Eventually, he shuffled to a landing cradle, his ship sat their like a mass of tangled scrap. Beautiful, in it's own rustic way. He turned to the pair of young men, in the prime of their lives. So much to look forward to.
''Thank you for your company, it has warmed an old man's heart to hear some new stories. Memories get dull after too long dwelling on them.
''I have one piece of advice for you both: Never tie yourselves down to a hierarchy. You may feel part of something, but it will subtly suffocate you with rules, traditions, promises of power. Be free.''
Shakily, Beric withdrew a remote from his hand, pressing a button. A gangplank extended, and he shuffled up into the dank gloom. He turned to look down at the two men, and then hobbled into the confines of the ship, the gangplank withdrawing, sealing him away.
The ship lifted on couging repulsors, moving from the cradle into a large airlock. Beric sat in the pilot chair, a holo-display in front of him. His vessel had no windows. He could only see out through the multitude of feeds from external sensoria dotting the ship. He pushed the vessel into the void, cutting the repulsors as the great sail unfolded, four large petals of a shining black flower.
Beric set course, out of this system, and sat on the metal floor, closing his eyes, and meditating.
Over and over, he saw ruination, a city shattered, thousands upon thousands dead.
And the glassy eyes of a padawan, no more than a girl.