- Character Profile
- Oct 11, 2020
- Reaction score
"Planetary Orbit in 120 minutes, Planet Fall in 150 minutes"
"I will gather your items but supplies are limited. I advise you allow me to replenish the larder."------------------
His consciousness reached out, long invisible tendrils seeking out something in the Force. The Acolyte was unsure what he was looking for, he had never experienced a unique ripple like this before. Amber eyes scanned the void separated by Transparisteel, and reeled back as he returned back to his physical body. Repitlian slits looked at the two other members of the ships crew, their messages heard in forethought "I apologize..." the next words were said within him "This one is different. And I don't know why". The Y2k-Series Light Freighter, stock standard and unnamed as of yet, engines ignited and set a relative pace towards the Jungle Planet. According to the datapads information a group of Sentient beings inhabited the World, the words rolling of his tongue as he struggled in its pronunciation. Mid way through his word Alphonse, the protocol droid, corrected him before placing a bag of items on the table "Wookie. I've packed you the last of our dehydrated provisions. Database indicates trade available to Port. I'll depart and resupply". Iruuk noticed Alphonses lack of programmed wit and banter. It was usually the case during these moments.
The light freighter began its descent to one of the many shipyards on Kashyyyks Forested surface. Iruuk mentally ran an inventory checklist. He didn't plan to return for a few days at least so he needed to be somewhat prepared. The attire he chose (or Rather his Protocol Droid] was a wrist to ankle covering of breathable cloth with a raven hooded poncho, offering vital protection for the climates tropical weather. The young Kaleesh traditionally wore a wrap which covered his dark long hair and ears. The plain bone mask rarely left his person.
A deep breath filled his lungs and his gaze wandered behind the thick eyelids afforded his race. He needed to concentrate to find the small unusual ripple which echoed in the Force. He was unsure what his actions were going to be if he found its source, but his Sword rested in its hilt and ready if required.