OOC: Come if you have reason to! Death Disabled, if interested may lead to a plot.
Gram sat.
The gentle hum of the wind passing through the treetop canopy house that the Vahla had been allowed to use as temporary residence. Kashyyyk was one of the many worlds affected by an outbreak turning many of the Galaxy’s denizens. But given that this area was considered safe, and it was being actively protected by Wookiee warriors, the Van Alasdaire felt as at ease as one could.
Yet even still, a lingering guilt ate at his heart. The purpose for coming to this place was to liaison with the Jedi Order - whenever their members had the time. Both to consider joining their cause, and enlisting their aide in rescuing a Jedi Master he had failed to protect. Nykoria Tallis had been but a fleeting being in the Vahla’s short lifespan - he had known her for a day, maybe a week at most. Yet, he would race to save the woman from any harm the Sith would thrust upon her.
Would he do the same for anyone? Perhaps. Perhaps not. But a Jedi as potent as that Zeltron, if she could be turned or broken, the resulting damage would be severe indeed. And doubtlessly the captivity was unpleasant, if not downright sadistic in nature.
As far as information went - it wasn’t terribly difficult for him to track her down. Whether the Sith had intended to keep her hidden was yet unknown - but the mysterious appearance of three Zeltron slaves matching her description on Bakura, Nar Shaddaa and Telos IV wasn’t convenience. Though unconfirmed, he had leads - all the Mystic needed now was a listening ear and helping hands.
This was not a rescue he could pull off alone, unless he decided to invest in a contingent of assassin droids. But even then, he would far prefer relying on organic beings for an affair as sensitive as this. Minimal presence, and maximum subterfuge was unusual in his experience with droid combatants.
So he sat, writing on his data pad, a half-drank clammy glass of caf to his left, with a vaporizer clasped firmly to his lips.
-Music-
“To believe in an ideal is to be willing to betray it.” - Kreia
“To believe in an ideal is to be willing to betray it.” - Kreia
Gram sat.
The gentle hum of the wind passing through the treetop canopy house that the Vahla had been allowed to use as temporary residence. Kashyyyk was one of the many worlds affected by an outbreak turning many of the Galaxy’s denizens. But given that this area was considered safe, and it was being actively protected by Wookiee warriors, the Van Alasdaire felt as at ease as one could.
Yet even still, a lingering guilt ate at his heart. The purpose for coming to this place was to liaison with the Jedi Order - whenever their members had the time. Both to consider joining their cause, and enlisting their aide in rescuing a Jedi Master he had failed to protect. Nykoria Tallis had been but a fleeting being in the Vahla’s short lifespan - he had known her for a day, maybe a week at most. Yet, he would race to save the woman from any harm the Sith would thrust upon her.
Would he do the same for anyone? Perhaps. Perhaps not. But a Jedi as potent as that Zeltron, if she could be turned or broken, the resulting damage would be severe indeed. And doubtlessly the captivity was unpleasant, if not downright sadistic in nature.
As far as information went - it wasn’t terribly difficult for him to track her down. Whether the Sith had intended to keep her hidden was yet unknown - but the mysterious appearance of three Zeltron slaves matching her description on Bakura, Nar Shaddaa and Telos IV wasn’t convenience. Though unconfirmed, he had leads - all the Mystic needed now was a listening ear and helping hands.
This was not a rescue he could pull off alone, unless he decided to invest in a contingent of assassin droids. But even then, he would far prefer relying on organic beings for an affair as sensitive as this. Minimal presence, and maximum subterfuge was unusual in his experience with droid combatants.
So he sat, writing on his data pad, a half-drank clammy glass of caf to his left, with a vaporizer clasped firmly to his lips.