Watercolor (open)

[The Agriculturist]

If you were the type to be inspired by water, Manaan would serve as the ultimate muse. The eternal sea wrapped the entire planet in a blue blanket, and sprinkled fish everywhere. Some of these fish wisened up a bit and became Selkath although some argue that their ichtioid smell was not yet lost, regardless of how far these fish had come. Others argue that the smell did not belong to the Selkath, but was the result of some of the fauna of the ocean planet getting stuck in the ventilation system of Ahto city.
Paint-Brush didn't really care for the odor, nor for the fish, unless they were on his plate. He came here to paint.

 

[Jordan A]

Primus' ship arrived on the scene. Manaan wasn't a bad planet just had a smell only place to find kolto too. That was the reason Primus was here to get some kolto. Then he would maybe find something here to do with his job as a bounty hunter. Somebody always needed someone killed right?

 

[The Agriculturist]

Fish didn't really like humans. It must have had something to do with the fact the former ate the latter. This wasn't really fair though, as fish eat humans as well, but you don't see people staying out of the water, or holding grudges. Go figure those gilled bastards out.
Due to this everlasting contempt that the fish held, Paint-Brush found himself getting stares from the eyes of the Selkath as he moved through the halls of Ahto City, the only city on the entire planet above water, and the only city on the planets offworlders could visit, usually to trade Kolto, Manaan's famous healing juice.
Paint-Brush was not interested in sea-weed. He needed to fetch some supplies before the work could get started.

 

[Cailst]

Dimitrijeh was playing his trumpet on Manaan for practice and pleasure. He had the mute on it as not to disturb others. However, if others were to listen in on his playing, they would be pleasantly surprised. His playing was pretty good and he was considering joining a band on Manaan. It would provide a nice break from being a Jedi. With the various problems in the world, Dimitrijeh didn't really want to do his duties as a jedi so he hung out on the neutral world of Manaan playing music by the market place where various things like kolto and art supplies were sold.

 

[Jordan A]

Ahto city a wonderful place. Unless you like kind people. The selkath disliked the humans. But they traded couldn't cut out a species or there would be dents in the profit. But Primus didn't care. He would leave this planet soon enough.

He planned on examining so paintings and kill some selkath take their kolto. Then flee the planet and sell the kolto on another planet. He wandered around in a apartment complex.
Then he noticed a security force protect merchants selling kolto. Primus then went back to his ship and left to go to Coruscant.

 

[The Agriculturist]

"If only you knew what I risked to do this for you." one specific fish said in a dark hallway of a Kolto packaging facility.
"There was no other way this could have worked, and we both know that." Paint-Brush responded dismissively as he twirled a paint brush between his fingers.
"I can't wait to no longer owe anymore favors to that overgrown slug." The Selkath continued, as he hit a hidden switch to slide open a panel in the wall.
"Really, I couldn't care less, Quula. I only work for said slug because his money is good, it's nothing personal. Now what have you got for me?" He finished with a smile, as the lights of the secret room flickered to life, revealing a wall with quite the wide array of very sharp and dangerous looking blades.

 

[The Agriculturist]

"Oh, I quite like this one." The man said, stopping in mid-step as his gaze locked on a dagger resting on the wall.
"That one is strange. It feels off balance to most hands." Quula replied, grasping the hilt of the weapon and lifting it from the shelf.
"Maybe if you've got fins." Paint-Brush said a bit mockingly.
"You're beginning to wear down my patience, human." The fish's grip on the hilt tightened.
"Now, now let's not get emotional." He advised, nodding his head towards the dagger. "You said yourself it feels off balance to you. Better let me see that."
The Selkath sighed, allowing his anger to politely remove itself from him, and he once more settled to the neutral, calm fish he usually was. as they all were. He then handed the dagger over to the human, who really seemed to like it.