Talk about Travel

[Nirvana]

The dimly lit hangar seemed almost void of life, nothing was heard from it side from a low clicking sound every few seconds. Crates was spread out here and there in the hangar, the crates wasn't owned by anyone in particular. And the one who owned them didn't have to worry about the goods in the crates being stolen, for the one who were occupying the hangar as of now had no intention of stealing. He was just using the hangar temporary to house his two ships that he owned, one was a almost sixty meter long ship with enough internal space to house the fighter that had been tuned specifically for it's pilot.
The shadows cast from the bigger ship was stretching far and wide over the hangar, making it seem as it almost was night when walking in it's shadow. And with it's ramp lowered, the rails which the fighter was hanging from was extended, it was a strange thing to see. From the fighter that was hanging from the rails that was extending from the ships hangar area, low clicking sounds could be heard. The sounds was being emitted from the cockpit of the fighter, the low lit cockpit of the fighter revealed the silhouette of a person, the one thing that was seen the clearest of the silhouette was the eyes. Piercing eyes that was different in color, one gold, one silver. Each was a representation of his mentality.
Closing his eyes for a second he sighed, he had just been sitting here for a few hours. Clicking through the data on his machine, reading the values of the machine, tuning what needed to be tuned. Reprogramming certain aspects of it, increasing the output on some parts, and decreasing it on some parts. It was something that took time and patients to do, and if done incorrectly, it could cost him his life. But it wasn't like another time, the time when he had to to it in less then a minute to make sure he would survive.

 

[TweedPawn]

Della scuttled to and fro like a nervous animal. She agreed to travel with this strange man to show him how to look at the galaxy through her eyes. There was something dangerous, and Della wasn't sure what that was. It set her instincts on fire and they still rang with their caution of this man.

But Della had helped others in Darkness find Light before. She revealed herself with a cautious smile. Where was he? Della gave a snort. Well, hopefully he didn't get lost. No, that didn't make sense. He was somewhere around here.

 

[Nirvana]

Yawning he blinked a few times and looked at the screen, only two percent left of the tuning. It had taken him way to long to tune the machine, but it was soon done. Still, it was sometimes better to take it slow and not rush, while other times when he just tuned it to keep up better with him. He wouldn't spend as much time with the machine as he had done today, today he had tuned it to be a perfect match. As he was starting to tune the last two percent Allelujah began to ramble about different things, most of what he said was gibberish. But the things that did make sense had something to do with machines, anatomy, biology and engineering. If someone could hear his rambling he didn't know.

 

[TweedPawn]

Della ears could hear the sound of a machine at work. That must have been Al!

"Hey! Are you here? Where are you?" She shouted. She gave a sharp whistle.

 

[Nirvana]

When he heard the sharp noise of a whistle he stopped tuning the machine, all that was left now anyway was to let it run through simulations and diagnostics. So instead of watching over the final stages of the tuning he pressed a few buttons to make the chair he was sitting in slide out from the cockpit, allowing him to watch over the edge of the chair and see who ever was that had shouted and whistled.
As he looked over the edge to see who it was he instantly recognized the person, it was the one that he had agreed to travel with. Standing up in the seat stretched his arms and neck which was a bit stiff from sitting still all this time, walking over to the edge of the sled in which the chair he had been sitting in was. Jumping down from the sled he landed on the ground a good six meter under him, not to strain his body he landed so that he rolled forward. Reducing the impact of the fall, and the strain that would have been put in his bones. Sparing them.
Turning around he looked towards the woman which he had agreed to travel with.”Hi.” was all that he said.

 

[TweedPawn]

"Ooo, very nice!" Della clapped. She really was impressed with that tumble. She wasn't nearly as graceful in her falls. Her excitement only grew, but she still felt an uneasy nagging suspicion that this person was off. Della couldn't quite understand it. He didn't seem like a Sith, and there wasn't an immediate danger. Or were her instincts weakening.

"I'm really impressed by people who can fly astro- I mean Spacecraft. Sorry, I didn't grow up with Basic as my first language. Long story. What about you? You know, I don't know a single thing about you." Della was a bit of a chatterbox.

 

[Nirvana]

Allelujah just smiled when she started to clap, making an elegant bow just for her clapping her hands and commenting on how he handled the fall. Standing at his normal height only a few seconds after he looked at her, she was kinda cute actually.”What's this, you think she is cute?” he heard from the person standing next to her, his alter ego. Though it was only a projection caused in his mind, it was clear that hallelujah didn't agree on what he thought. But he chose to ignore it, shut him out from his thoughts.
“I see.” he answered her when she told him that her first language, it was the same with him. He had learned kiffar and mando'a from the one that raised him.”Same thing can be said about me, I am not completely human if we say it like that.” he said and chuckled a bit.”So what do you want to know about me.” he asked her and walked to the edge of the cargo bay that was open on the ship, jumping up on the edge and taking a seat there.

 

[TweedPawn]

Della couldn't help but giggle at the bow.

"I guess Basic isn't nearly as common as I thought. It seemed like everyone speaks it fluently. Oh! Where did you learn how to land like that anyway? And fly a ship? An what do you mean by not completely human? Are you part Cathar?" Della was like a child in her curiosity. She always sought to understand Galactics. It seemed that they were so different than her people. Why else would they act in such funny little ways?

 

[Nirvana]

“Oh but galactic is common, even if people know other languages, they chose to speak basic as then most people they meet will understand them.” he said and waved a bit with his hand, sort of telling her to come and take a seat next to him. Where he learnt how to land like that, and how to fly a spaceship. It was well something he learned when he was a kid, being raised a mando had it's advantages after all.”I learned it from my mother.” he replied to who taught him how to do it, when she asked if he was half Cathar he just burst into laugh. No, he wasn't half Cathar, he was Kiffar and Human.”I am a human like you can see, and I am kiffar.” he responded.

 

[TweedPawn]

"What's a Kiffar?" Della asked as she sat next to Hallelujah. She certainly had never heard of those.

"Yeah, it was a good thing I was in a place where everyone spoke Basic. It made it a lot easier to learn." Della reflected on her early Padawan days when she was a terrified young girl trying to make sense of her situation away from home.

 

[Nirvana]

A Kiffar, well. It was both hard and not hard to explain what a Kiffar was. They were just like normal humans, though the had a knack for a certain ability. An ability of reading the emotions on a object that had been left by a person.”Well, it's both easy and not easy to explain what a Kiffar is. A kiffar is sort of like any normal human you would meet, but we have a knack for reading the emotions of dead objects. I can't remember what it's called though, but all I know is that we can read the emotions that have been imprinted on the object by the person that have used it.” he told her.”And what about you, are you 100% human?” Allelujah asked her.

((OOC: Allelujah havn't told her that he have a different personailty yet, so until that happens he is only known as Allelujah to her.))

 

[TweedPawn]

"Psychometry." Della chirped. She remembered someone trying it teach it to her at the Tython temple. She didn't mention her Jedi training. She rarely did. Apparently, Jedi were not very welcomed.

"I guess so. My people don't act like other humans. We live in a place that is very hostile, so we act more like prey. Humans out here act like they are predators. Very different. They fight with each other and have disregard for their surroundings. There is so much they think is important, that really isn't."

"Wait. Isn't Kiff a cuss word?" She asked, obviously confusing the term with kriff

 

[Nirvana]

He just shook his head when she asked if kiff was a cuss word, kriff was a cuss word, not kiff.”Nope, kiff isn't a cuss word, but kriff is. Don't know why though to be honest.” he said and leaned back, supporting himself with his arms.”Psychometry.” he mumbled to himself after a bit, so that was the power that made him able to read emotions from objects.
Why people acted so aggressively was to make an impact, to show everyone that they were better then others, or just to show that they were alive.”There is much that people think is important, but isn't important at all. That is why they are fighting, they fight for something that other think are important, and if they don't fight for it. Then they won't be able to say to themselves that they fought for something that mattered.”

 

[TweedPawn]

"That's the thing, though. One can have courage without death or pain. There are many stories about that sort of thing. Have I ever told you about the Black Hound of Death? Any stories at all?" Della asked as she tilted back in her seat. Her mind quickly started to go through the catalog of tales from her people.

 

[Nirvana]

“Black hound of death?” he said and looked towards her with a questionable look, no. She hadn't told him about the black hound of death, nor had he ever heard of it.”You told me sort of a tale when we meet, though you said it was more something of a lesson to be learned. At least if you could solve it.” shrugging a bit he yawned, revealing that two of his teethes had been sharpened at some time during his life.”But I would like to hear the tales that you have learned.”

((OOC: something similar to this has his teethes been sharpened to.))

 

[TweedPawn]

"Well, the Black Hound is the one who seeks balance in my people's eyes. He is our greatest adversary and has turned creation against sentient in order to bring balance to the cosmos as a whole. However, there are many tricks that have been used against him, most of them learned by the rabbit, Gaunerei. He is a rabbit that my people draw hope from. He has had many close calls, but has yet to be snared by the hound. " Replied Della. Those teeth were quite sharp-looking and Della felt a bit of nervousness about her trip now.

"There was a time though, when the Great Hound really almost got Gaunerei. He laid down a trap for the rabbit. He took the unbreakable hair off of his neck and weaved it into a thin rope. His black fur could never be chewed through or cut. It was excellent for snaring animals. He took the nope and made a noose. He set up this noose from a tree and covered it with berries and twigs. "

"It wasn't long before Gaunerei came bounding through the shrubs and bushes. He smelled the delicious berries and began to forage. But, when he caught a scent of the Great Hound's fur, he tried to dash. His poor legs became caught in the snare and the rabbit found himself hanging upside down from a tree."

"A great fear came over him. He had been trapped and would quickly die if he didn't escape. As he struggled and kicked, a man came across him from the road."

" 'Friend rabbit, what are you doing hanging from that tree?' asked the man.
'Who, me? Why I'm sporting.' replied Gaunerei quickly.
'Sporting? from up there? What kind of sporting is it?'
'Oh the best kind! I'll show you how it's done if you'll be gracious enough to lend me a hand.'
"So the man took Gaunerei down by loosening the snare and Gaunerei showed the man how to hang upside-down from that tree with a different rope. Gaunerei took the hound's snare and kept it for himself to be used later. After all, a rope is a terrible thing to waste."

"Now, the Great Hound was absolutely shocked when he saw the man hanging from a tree by a cheap rope. He questioned the man and discovered that he had been out-done by the rabbit! His fury was so great that it caused the man's ears to go deaf. From then on, we haven't been able to speak with rabbits, ever since."

Della smirked. That was one of her favorite stories.

 

[Nirvana]

That was certainly a interesting story, it made him smile a bit at the end. The rabbit had escape capture by asking for help from a human, a human that decided to help the rabbit by loosening the snare that had caught the rabbit. Interesting story indeed, but then the thought came up. What if the human hadn't helped the rabbit, a flash of a dead rabbit with it's throat torn flashed for a second before his eyes. Causing him to flinch and swallow. Shaking his head a few times he got rid of that picture, and chuckled a bit.”It was a good story Della, is there a lesson to be learned from this one as well?” he asked her.

((OOC: Assuming that she have told him her real name.))

 

[TweedPawn]

"It's one of those trickster lessons. A reminder to keep your wits about you, even if you have been trapped and look for any opportunity to escape." Della thought about her escape from the Sith. A dash. That was all she needed. It didn't work the first time, but it worked the second time. She would always have her ability to run, no matter what.

"It's such a strange thing. This galaxy does not seem to be the type in indulge in storytelling. After all, stories can be how we teach one another. And I have begun to learn truths from them."

"So, any idea where we are headed?" Della asked. She noticed that they haven't left yet.

 

[Nirvana]

A trickster lesson she said, well it had been an interesting tale. That was not something he would dispute, and a good tale at that. But if he would have use for it, he didn't know, perhaps he would remember it one day when he needed it. Though then again, how would he know if he would remember it at all.”I guess not.” he said as a response to her talking about the galaxy and indulge in storytelling. Teaching through stories, that would be something nice wouldn't it.

When she asked him about where they were heading he just shrugged, he didn't have any ideas for where they would be heading. He hadn't really thought about it, he had just drifted through space most of the time. Not really thinking about where he went.”I don't know.” he simply said.

 

[TweedPawn]

Della giggled.

"You really are a man of few words. All right then...How...about....Hrrrrmmmmm, someplace like Naboo? Hrm? I could use a beautiful change in scenery. Big open fields and lots of tall grass. It would be nice."