Ask Johnny Proton Had a Dog, So Why Can't I Have a Friend?

[Soleil Altan]

Myrkr wasn't somewhere Sol'd expected to end up but, then again, nowhere much really was. At least it offered a break from the seemingly endless cycle of reading and practicing in some temple or other. It's not like other Sith looking for some muscle or a font of knowledge went searching for a young kid hopeful and so mostly he was ignored. Right up until he'd been thrown together with Aadya.

Sol had quietly agreed to come along. The young acolyte didn't speak on the journey to Myrkyr but neither did he actively avoid the Firrerreon woman. He did, however, seem a little unnerved by the ship itself and spent much of the trip reading from his datapad or drawing.

The jungle itself was oppressively humid, a mugginess seeping into the ship once the departure ramp lowered to the ground. Sol's attire was simple, casual, and somewhat overlarge. Cargo pants with the bottoms cuffed were kept up by a too-long belt while his plain shirt was clearly well-worn. Only his boots looked newer or fit properly, for some reason. A child-sized backpack was slung over his shoulders, a flip-open knife clipped to his belt. Around his neck was a plain, thick black cloth with rear snaps that covered most of it.

Sol didn't seem bothered by how wet the atmosphere was. In fact, he seemed to brighten a little, eagerly stepping down the ramp and into the abundant nature. His head turned to look for Aadya, unwilling to wander off just yet without the reason he was here at all. They were on Myrkr to look for specific wildlife. Sol still wasn't sure how he was supposed to help with that. Hopefully not as bait.

@Logan

 

[Aadya Rasheer]

Ever since the events of Dantooine Aadya had felt off, like she was detached from her own life and merely standing on the outside and looking in. Something inside her had changed, she thought, and perhaps despite everything that had happened, she was still unwilling to accept that change.

It was a hard thing to do, to consign yourself to the idea that everything you thought you were was in fact not you at all. Or at least, not you anymore. Her identity, despite its conflicting duality, was all Aadya really had to call her own. It was something that no one could take away from her.. or at least that is what she thought.

Inside her personal cabin aboard the ship, Aadya stared at herself in the mirror and only saw a shimmering outline of what she once knew, like she was fading into nothing but heat haze. Music thumped in the background as she stared. Her hair was a mess and heavy bags of many sleepless nights hung beneath her eyes. Truth be told, she looked like shit. Oh well, it's not like Morgan was around. There was no one to impress here.

Knowing the weather of Myrkr was absolute dogshit, Aadya pulled her hair into a bun that sat high on her head. She pulled her clothes on - a fitted, gray Henley with the sleeves pushed up, dark khaki pants and a pair of black boots laced up tight. On the way out of her room to meet up with Sol, Aadya grabbed a small rucksack that had various items inside suitable for jungle trekking.

She found the kid outside seemingly enjoying the moist and sticky air of the jungle. Looking down at him, Aadya couldn't help but raise an eyebrow slightly. It looked like no one had ever bought Sol clothes that actually fit him. It reminded her of growing up in the orphanage on Coruscant.

Remind me when we're done to take you into the Core. You need clothes that fit, kid. Aadya smiled with sincerity at Sol to show that she wasn't upset or anything, just that she wanted to help him out. And maybe a haircut to fix those bangs. Yeesh.

Looking around, Aadya pulled out her datapad and made a note of their position. Myrkr's trees are well known to fuck with sensors and directional equipment. Filled with metal or something, I think. Aadya said as she began to walk westward. She held out her datapad for Sol to take. Make notes of any landmarks we can use to find our way back. Unique trees, big rocks, doesn't really matter. You lead the way. She said, motioning with her hand for Sol to take point.

We'll probably have to make camp before we get to where we are going. Vornskyr make their dens deep in the jungle, and we need to find one. The pups are trainable, the adults not so much. Aadya paused for a moment, forgetting what that she had read notes that Sol was essentially nonverbal. She wondered if he could communicate telepathically or if he'd not been taught that skill yet.

Deciding to test it, she reached out with the force to speak directly to the young boy's mind this time. Do you know how to make camp? If not, I can teach you. Skills everyone should know, even if tech makes them mostly obsolete. Never know.

As they pushed further into the jungle, Aadya could feel the watchful eyes of something on them, but chose to keep it to herself for now. The danger was not imminent, and she wanted to see if Sol felt anything on his own.

@Mr. Teatime

 

[Soleil Altan]

Sol blinked toward the other Sith, one brow raising a little with open curiosity. Ocean eyes flicked over her form without quite going up past her lips. His lips curled a little into a difficult-to-read expression when Aadya mentioned his clothes and bangs, getting her only an awkward shrug back in response. Random hopefuls without connections didn't get stipends from the temple, so what he wore was what he happened to have.

Without a word he followed along with Aadya as she walked westward, listening even if it didn't seem like it at times. Small fingers took the datapad and his lips pursed, eyes turning to look where they'd been walking a moment prior before taking note of something that seemed to Sol like a landmark.

Her assertion that Sol should take the lead was met by a questioning look. He shrugged as he walked on past her. The datapad was only given a modicum of attention. Sol looked in Aadya's direction a moment or two after she began speaking, then away again. If she looked over his shoulder it was obvious he was taking note of landmarks, things Aadya said, and doodling little bits of art on the margins.

His imagined appearance of a Vornskyr wasn't quite accurate, more like a skinny dog flanked by small dog-eared blobs that served as puppies. Sol flinched slightly as a voice echoed in his head, looking around until he found Aadya again. The young Sith frowned with widened eyes, paused a moment, and shook his head regarding the subject of making camp.

Aadya would be able to pick up the general vibe of his response since she'd just made telepathic contact. However, there were no words sent her way, more like vague impressions to go along with his gestures and expression.

They moved right along beneath the dense trees. Sol's general comfort with the weather continued, seeming almost peppy. After some time his nostrils flared slightly and he made a bemused expression, head turning right, then left in search of something.

Without noticing his steps took away from the right side of the two Sith's path. Somewhere off in that direction was the 'danger' that stalked them. Sol's instincts were uncommonly good but as of yet unconnected with his conscious usage of the Force. After a few seconds he turned again to Aadya and signed a question mark with his left hand, pointed vaguely rightward, then shrugged.

@Logan