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  1. Vox's mind was not at ease- that is to say he couldn't occupy it. He seen the Jedi before him was still weak, her condition seemed to have bettered however she wasn't completely healed. Vox followed Alcmène to a training facility, a large one which she immediately went on to find two weapons. Sabers from the looks of as Vox held one and inspected it. The woman then spoke about the Force which caught the lizards attention, he looked over to her and paid close attention. Vox nodded as Alcmène finished and flickered his blade on. He focused himself, centering his mind and thoughts and casting away any negative emotions. As he let loose the darkness he held Vox could feel a tingling sensation and a sudden rush of energy flow through. He could feel a sudden calmness about him and almost all his doubt and worries washed away. Vox focused the Force into his attack allowing it to guide his actions. With the sword low and just to the side of his leg, he swing upward in a controlled manner, swiftly slashing however having enough stability to quickly counter and defend himself. Though it was a spar and despite Vox being in touch with the Force, he still had much thought to work through. Nothing was a touch and go and he still had much thought on the subject of his people. For now he kept focus on the task at hand.
  2. When Vox arrived back at his quarters he saw Equinox looking over a data-pad that certainly wasn't his. Romulus was in the corner on the bottom bunk of a bed piecing back together a blaster that certainly wasn't his. And Krexis... Was the only one who didn't have a stolen item, instead he was sharpening a machete. Equinox looked upward and already Vox had a feeling his younger brother would press forward with questions. Nosy bastard, always questioning everything, but it didn't help that Vox had a worrying expression. . "So, what's going on now?" Equinox set down the data-pad and crossed his arms. . Vox looked around the room and allowed the door to slide shut behind him. It was a difficult task to confront himself and what words he'll speak without angering anybody the Trandoshans here. He knew them all to well and his people were stubborn. Very, very stubborn and proud. Vox sighed and told Equinox everything that was said, from his decision to making up one when he went on to his younger twins. . Equinox remained quiet for several minutes. He stared hard into Vox's eyes as of trying to find within his older brother a real reason for any of it. But when it seemed he was finished he toon his turn to sigh. Romulus gathered with the duo and Krexis remained sitting to the side, but by now he set aside his weapon and paid more attention to the Chieftain and his Advisor. Vox didn't have to use the Force to feel out Equinox's emotions nor did he even need to ask. . "Alright... So you relinquish your title as, "Ruler," as that woman puts it, and you are going on to become this... What, Knight of sorts?" Equinox shook his head, "Vox-" . Vox quickly interrupted knowing well where this was heading, "I do not give up my role of guiding and leading our people, Equinox, as a representative and a mentor of sorts. This is the decision I must make, for if I do not it would be a waste. It can be an opportunity for us to not only become part of a wider realm but opens up our chances to make our clans and tribe larger and stronger, if you do wish to view it as that. It gives us a chance to not dissipate amongst the large crowds of civilizations, it can give us opportunity to help others as well and aid the way people view us. Think on it, we have three major factions that could easily wipe us from the map, would you risk that especially after what the Black Clo- Sith, did?" . Vox's point was there and it made Equinox sit back in thought. Truth be told, Vox going down a light path was bound to be difficult. He was in-tuned with nature but he felt it so long ago since he reconnected with nature itself. And this was as he said, opportunity. In his mind, Vox was planning steps five through fifteen for their people and wasted no time with petty squandering. This was larger than himself, this was for his people and a better life for all of them, and hopefully for his brothers as well. . Equinox again stated hard at Vox then replied, "Very well... I suppose we can work something out... Give me time to come up with something for our people and ourselves. There is a lot to consider unfortunately, this will require Chaox's discussion as well." . Vox nodded as he stood up and started for the door, "Very well. I'm sorry it comes to this point, I don't think it could have gone any other way." . The Chieftain- the Jedi apprentice exited the room, making his way back to the medical ward. It was a lot to take in and digest, while Vox had a feeling he would be tending to the Jedi he also knew that would perhaps clash with his goals for his tribe. Well, however they decide, the Nudono won't be a tribe anymore and instead he had hoped it could become larger than that. He wasn't too certain of their expansion but he hoped for the best. He wasn't sure how his father, Paradox, would have reacted. . Entering the medical room Alcmène was in, Vox approached the bedside of the Jedi woman, "It is done. My brothers and I will discuss the situation later, dissolving the titles of Chieftain and its following ranks is a tough decision as it has been our way for eons. However in order for my people as a whole to survive in the Galaxy I understand the changes that come with it. And as such, I relinquish the role Chieftain." . Vox fell silent as he allowed his own words to flow outward, this was a difficult task alone but it was done, there was no turning back, "What would you have me do?"
  3. Vox was quiet even after Alcmène finished. What he understood of the matter were that Jedi are guardians, protectors of life and keepers of peace to some extent. He agreed with that internally however what kept him quiet was he felt an accusation was thrown at him. The Trandoshan represented his people, not the other way around, when Alcmène said, "A jedi cannot have two masters," and, "A Jedi's place is not to rule, but be a steward." At first he took this as an offense in this manner, however he wasn't without reason. . The Nudono Chieftain has lived a simple and harsh life, both that made him completely loyal to his people while learning from his father. If he so desired, he could have left his tribe like he did long ago, but that didn't stop anyone from following. That didn't stop any of his people from asking guidance, in a sense, he was a shepherd of their kind meant to guide to a better place since their peace was shattered on Trandosha. And it was the knife that stabbed Vox in the heart, he accidentally opened that gate to the Force without thinking much on, that he needed to decide. While he wanted to say no, something told him to become a Jedi Knight. . 'You're people will still know you for who you are, Bloodstorm.' Vox heard the voice in his head... Almost sounding of his... No, it wasn't perhaps, but it was closer to the truth. . 'These things will work themselves out, and in the end you'll still be valued by our people as not a ruler, but as a leader, a living example. Do not let your emotions or even your logic control you, just feel yourself, and make the right choice." . Vox never became a leader, Chieftain, because he wanted to. He did it out of necessity, as he always felt his place was not to rule as Alcmène stated, but to be a Steward, someone who helps keep order, someone who is there for the people. His disappointment and slowly rising anger gradually dissipated as he allowed the Force to soothe him once more, the emotions lingering off until nothing was left. What seemed like minutes for the lizard were only seconds of silence. Vox understood his goal, and knew what decision to make. . Vox stood at full height, a few years and rips of the latex-like suit sounding from around his body as it couldn't contain its own damage let alone the individual wearing it. Vox bowed to Alcmène, and said, "Then I will notify my brothers and explain this to them. Once I am done, I will return for further guidance." . Vox bowed again before leaving, that disappointment still lingered to some extent but in it's place came resolution and understanding. His place was never to be a Chieftain, even before the gates of the Force were open he had an instinct that ruling wasn't his call. He would be a leader in some capacity, and while he would no longer, "Rule," his people, Vox knew this was the only other option. He could have declined and gone about his business and in that sense he would be throwing away an opportunity to serve a greater purpose and his tribe. It was not an easy choice, his mind was made up now, and already Vox wouldn't hear the end of it from his brothers, especially Chaox. Vox Bloodstorm felt that becoming a Jedi was the right choice, but it wouldn't take away from guiding his people, especially his brothers to a better tomorrow.
  4. Vox listened as Alcmène spine and he understood her point. His kind were completely vacant from the Galaxy, let alone being a, "Primitive," People compared to even the basic marksman. Granted he still judged a little, and he saw where the woman was coming from. So long have they gone unnoticed until now however Vox knew his people would be viewed as bounty hunters or mercenaries. . The Chieftains smiled faded however as he realized the severity of the woman's wounds. He had genuine compassion at least as he looked her up and down and noticed the trickle if blood wiped away. . "I do not think that the Sith would learn that lesson, if they were wise they should back down. I am to understand you were wounded before fighting these... Manto-lobian? They must be hardened warriors to take on Jedi as yourself." Vox said, making light of the situation as he stood and sat down in a chair. . He meant it light, but Vox had a gut feeling these, "Mandolorians," were tougher than the average warrior. His kind could easily throw around enemies during heavy fire, they were well adapted to combat and strive to be the best whilst the Chieftain and his brothers kept the warrior's arrogance and attitudes in line. They weren't mindless beasts, mind you, rather talented hunters who can handle a few shots and broken bones and bloody knuckles. Vox's mind then drifted to Naboo when Alcmène thanked him, and he shook his head. . "I understand your words. I had not known you were of a hierarchy, but... One thing I do question, speaking of which. As I have stated before I have a responsibility to my people, even if I train as a Jedi, they need tending to as I do not yet trust anyone to control them..." Vox stopped his sentence as if to think if the right thing to say, "My... People, my soldiers and tribe are stubborn as to who leads them, who represents them. I do not wish to alarm you, but my warriors follow me wherever I go and I do wish to change a few... Things with the way we are. Naturally, we are conflict to "peace" driven, emotional people who take pride in each other as well as our culture. . I can find a way to balance between being Chieftain and Jedi, and I strive for my people to know peace once more, perhaps beyond than what we were. I will learn to become more a guardian and to preserve that the best I can in the Jedi interest, as well as protect life, but I wish not make promises. My question is now, what am I to do now? Do I continue to rest, or perhaps you have a mission?" . Vox's words were true in that his people were a subject to bring up. Whatever happens later in the line he does not know, nor when he'll go to bring the tribe back to a salvageable status. It was a twist of a turn to change subjects like that but he felt that addressing it was better now than anything. Best to say something in a relaxing time than during stressful engagement.
  5. Vox nodded and knelt beside the bedside, his height making him appear taller... He was taller than possibly everyone else aboard this vessel. His black and tore, latex-like body suit shown metal plates of grey between rips and makeshift sewing, his bashed pinned against a thin chest plate where the fabric was still in decent condition on the right of his chest. The Chieftain did not use the Force for there was no need to, he was honestly tired but concealed it under his visage and attitude. He knew Alcmène was in harsh condition and she was using her power to dull the pain but it was clear not all of it could be afforded. "The Queen is safe. Our struggles were met and we conquered and overcame. I question the... Fragility of your people's uniform, the armor I mean. They seem to be for appearance and not true protection, we ripped through the Sith units with ease with our..." Vox unholstered his carbine, the only weapon save for his Lightsaber clipped to his body, and hoisted the weapon so that she could see and then clipped it back, "Slugthrowers, as you call them? Still, they seem more effective than your energy blasters. But I am not here to lecture your people of their choice of equipment. Right now, the Queen is with the Empress, and my men are currently at work with equipment and such." Vox could see the tinge of guilt of Alcmène's face and he furrowed. He then said, "I... Was not informed as to how you came of this condition. I won't ask that of you. You did what was best and your choice of protection to the Queen couldn't have been better picked. You are not worthless, and made the best decision at the time. If it were my choice I would have done the same." The Chieftain allowed that to sink in, his words were low yet they carried a softness about them. One might take it as pity, with him it was understanding the situation at the time and making the correct call if not close to it. Any other unit would have been swept away by the Sith forces but not Vox's Warriors, in which he carries a pride and with good reason. But he felt a certain question to ask, almost as if being nudged to spit it out. "I know this is off the subject, but I have a question about the Force. I question the Force. If the Jedi are meant to be guardians why am I guided to war?" Vox looked around to see no one in particular before speaking in a hushed tone, "I am guided to reclaim my people, almost like a signal. I have spoke with Equinox about it, and he assumes that maybe it speaks differently... But when I speak of our tribe I speak of developing it, making our people stronger, spreading influence to aide our allies in battle. I don't understand it, if I am to be a guardian why does the Force guide me to such things? I understand if you are against military or anything of that nature, but I figured I should ask."
  6. In the coming days Vox had Romulus and Krexis fix their equipment properly with the needed hard-metals, along with finding ways to forge ammunition for their weapons albeit in small bundles at a time. The pair had really outdone themselves and took the needed rest and praise from their Chieftain and his Advisor- the younger brother Equinox, and not only created plenty of spike rounds but also Romulus beginning to come up with newer weapons and solutions to improve their equipment. It was fast with how they worked but regardless it was swift and accomplished progress. . Vox and Equinox in the meantime had "borrowed" a data-pad that held some information on planets and locations, and already they had begun to plan ahead themselves. In secret they spoke of building outposts and listening-posts for later use, getting a list of factories and sellers for material. Despite the Empress not being too keen on allowing the Nudono Tribe to grow, Vox didn't care, and since they were involved in a galactic war it would mean that the tribe would need to grow as a while, not just in technology and weaponry. They needed numbers, most importantly they needed more like them or conscripts. . And that brought discussion back to Trandosha and the Crested Wilds, their home. Vox still felt it wasn't time to strike back and secure his people, he didn't have a planet mostly void of civilization picked out; his goal to find a place left alone but habitable for his people. That would take time, time that Vox felt was narrowing by the moons, time that he had to fight and keep up with his saber training. Time was close, and the first phase of their plan was about to fruit. . Vox was in a discussion with Equinox about politics and where to go from there when a droid entered the room. Immediately both Trandoshans raised their Spiker Carbines at the mechanical thing, and in a fit of panic, the droid quickly spat out it's reasoning for being there. The two lowered their arms and holstered their weapons with Vox standing upright. A sudden skip of a beat in his chest thumped at him, and with his newer master Alcmène being alive... He did want to see her. Of course, that was why the droid was here. . Several minutes of following the machine lead the Chieftain to a medical bay and was directed right to the Jedi's bed. There he saw what is a human wrapped up in bandages, and he assumed from that she had either retreated or was recovered in battle. Regardless, he would approach her and said in a low tone, smiling, "I... See you're alive."
  7. Vox listened as the woman replied in surprise at his request. It was revealed then that the common weapon was one firing energy, not one of steel. It was both disappointing and infuriating, having to step from their world seeking help only to turn into one of the outsiders. Krexis wouldn't have it, and Vox knew it too well. Still they were given access to a workshop to allow for armor repair... And knowing the stubborn nature of both Equinox and Romulus, they would find a way to make ammunition for their weapons. Vox nodded to the Empress and before he could speak an irritated Romulus chimed in "Unfortunately we do not have training with those power toys you use. Nor do any of them fit our gauntlets and hardly on our fingers, so you tell me-" "Romulus, lock it down!" Vox quickly snapped, giving his smaller friend a glare along with the command. Though Vox couldn't see the faces expression behind the helmet, Romulus was most likely angry, however followed his Chieftains order and silenced himself. The Chieftain turned back to the Empress and continued, "We appreciate the help you can give us. Thank you for having my warriors aboard your ship." Vox turned away and begun walking in an opposite direction where they would enter a series of corridors. After a good minute of walking from the sights of the Queen and the Empress, Vox jerked his head forward for Romulus. The smaller Trandoshan caught up and asked, "What is it?" "Once we get settled in our rooms, I need you to grab our armor, a Spiker and Mauler, and each piece of our ammunition types. You and Krexis will be repairing our armor and craft new ammunition. I also need you to find out a way to improve our weapons, see if you can't craft something better for our part in the war. But first, we eat, then rest." Romulus almost seemed to perk up at the orders and said, "I... Don't need any rest, I can do that almost immediately after we eat." Vox nodded, "Then let us find a room and rest up. I have a feeling we are not not returning to the other three for some time"
  8. Once Vox was front and center of the Empress his fellow warriors stood on either side of him. They all holstered their weapons on either their armor's back magnetic plates or on makeshift or welded clips. Vox removed his helmet, a hiss of air escaping from the trapped oxygen in the equipment as the woman before him- and Jackson spoke. More or less or was congratulatory but it was something received with minimal praise, only a nod from the Trandoshan Chieftain. And then a small ribbon, a Medal of Valor they called it, was pinned to an open space of the Chieftains armor that revealed a fine patch of his armored suit beneath. It wasn't until the word of Alcmène's survival that the Chieftain felt at ease somewhat, how she survived and the condition are yet to be foreseen. He'd need to wait until a full report comes in and not simply demand questions. However, that didn't stop Vox from speaking, "I understand you are busy, and that you two must have plenty to catch up on," Vox gestured from the Queen to the Empress, "However I do request something, if it is in your grasp. We are a group of seven, myself included, and we don't use these Blasters you people widely produce, nor the..." Vox stopped himself for a moment, trying not to use the word, "Pitiful," for reference in their armor. Last thing he needed was to insult these people's customs. Even Equinox gazed at his older brother almost knowing exactly what Vox was about to say. Instead after a second of silence he continued, "-Nor the widely distributed material you use to craft your suits. I was wanting to request a workshop for my people with metals and so forth used to craft, so that we may properly repair our weapons and equipment and munitions. And possibly help us improve upon them to make us more viable in the war effort."
  9. Once Vox heard the message over the communications, he looked to the Naboo Queen and then back to his subjects. The vessel was turned and aimed toward a much larger carrier, supposedly the Trandoshan thinking maybe this was it. The coordinates painted on a screen suggested they were getting closer at least, and Vox slid on his helm once more. The rest of the warriors did likewise, readying their weapons. Once the silver scratched-up vessel entered the port bay they were assigned to, the ship landed a tad harshly thanks to Trandoshan guidance. Vox took point in front of the door and awaited for Equinox to fall behind him, and between younger brother and Romulus were the Queen herself directly in the middle. And though they had their weapons drawn it was more for show than anything else, formality and such. Nevermind the white and silver lightsaber dangling from the Chieftain's utility belt, which clearly stood out from the gray and black, scratched up and blood covered armor. Once the back entry hatch opened Vox proceeded forward, ignoring the sheer size of the hangar they were in.
  10. Exiting hyperspace, the silver vessel of the Naboo Queen entered just outside Nar Shaddaa's orbit. Inside several of the Nudono Warriors sighed, primarily Romulus and Equinox, whilst Vox remained standing and disconnecting his connection to the Force almost instantly. Krexis on the other hand just sat around for the whole ride, keeping to himself and staying silent as that was typical of the white Trandoshan. The Chieftain Vox felt tired suddenly, knowing it could have been the Force that drained him in such a way it reminded him of the sleepless hunts when he was younger. Regardless of that Vox focused up and stood straight, looking ahead toward the moon. . "We have arrived," Vox then turned to Romulus who was giving the Chieftain an exasperated look, "I hope the trip didn't take too much out of you?" . Romulus shook his head as he too stood up, stretching and was awarded with a few pops and cracks, "I swear to Lina, Vox, I can't trust you with stuff like that..." Then with a sigh he finished, "You haven't changed one bit." . The other Trandoshans were concerned with checking their equipment so when they land they can already separate the damaged from the functional equipment. It was clear they all relaxed, and Vox being tired as he was couldn't necessarily reach out to the Force. He didn't try, feeling that what he had done was enough for now, a well needed rinse, feast and rest were in order, however most likely he would have to meet up with some hierarch along with the Queen. Their mission was complete however there was that tinge of guilt Vox had for leaving behind Alcmène. Hopefully she was alive at least, and slaying the Sith or escaping the planet.
  11. Vox

    Naboo

    Romulus stood up, a bit confused but not entirely as he assumed this Queen knew how to fly. He guessed. Then after hearing her words Vox steadied himself further and allowed all thought to fade, all concerns and any distractions faded until they were silenced completely in his mind. When the crew had seen that the Queen aimed their ship for the Sith Fleet, they begun to panic. Equinox was trying to get Vox's attention while Romulus was starting in on the Queen. . "Are you insane?! The while idea is to avoid them not get shit down!" . "Romulus, Equinox, quiet..." Romulus softly said in a vocal manner, "Let me focus." . When they arrived to the fleet it was evident the massive ships were focused on the planet. Vox felt they needed to be below the ships, being on the side or above would bring too much attention. There was no uncertainty, just the Force, and Vox felt himself slip deeper into the depths of an ethereal self. He recommended staying underneath to help avoid the main guns that were firing, and then at one point he would guide the Queen to the bulkier side-up of one of the Destroyers just as a squad of Tie Fighters were deployed against the enemy who were already halfway past their fleet. . "Stay very close to the ship... We'll need to fly around their guns and between them." Just as Vox said it the orders were followed. The ship was brought to the top of a Star Destroyer where the main guns produced bombardment on Naboo. The Fighters were quick to catch up, already trying to shoot down the silver vessel down. The odd movements and maneuvers of the ship however made it impossible for direct fire, and the two ships that did get a direct aim had been blown to pieces, another one had it's right wing blown off and it spiraled into another Tie Fighter. Within seconds, the Queens personal ship just passed the massive thrusters of the last Destroyer, clear to fly about. . Clear, until more Tie Fighters were approaching from behind. Then with an almost electric like jolt, Vox quickly stated, "Now, jump!" Without fully knowing what that meant.
  12. Vox

    Naboo

    As the battle raged below the squad of lizards flew high above... Well, low to the ground, possible just seventy feet from it. Vox focused with the Force feeling himself become more abd more submerged into its soft ethereal grasp. The moment an explosion from the ground shot up in the air Vox's senses sharpened almost as if on signal, "Right, now!" Romulus turned the ship sharply as shrapnel and sparks peppered the ships top exterior. No damage was taken, just the few scratches from harsh treatment. The ship continued it's course until Vox motioned for Romulus to start bringing the ship higher for orbit. They were avoiding fighter in the sky the best they could, and somehow the ship have gone undetected and were going well away from the prying eye of the Star Destroyers quickly. That didn't rule out the group being tracked down though, as the planet, not just half of it, was under invasion. And it left Vox on edge. Despite his calm stature, there was that feeling if dread he felt over the planet. Everyone was suffering, everyone was afraid, and whatever military force were left might be snuffed sooner or later. He still felt that tinder if guilt in leaving behind his new master, however now was not the time to grieve. Vox looked to Romulus and says, "Take it slow. If we move up too quickly they could detect us easier."
  13. Vox

    Naboo

    When the star ship bolted from the secret hangar Vox's taste of the Force never left. It clung to him, opened his mind and allowed him to see things father than he could have ever expected. Patience was a virtue unfortunately, and he slightly strained himself in the Force to help their escape despite the natural sense to become calm. His frustration was busing up but it slowly left, his eagerness turned into patience, his mind was chaotic with thought now was focused on just a few. Vid then felt a sudden pull, not of the Force, but of something he completely forgotten. Or someone. The Chieftain realized his recent mentor, Alcmène, was left behind just seconds after they toon off. He had been so focused on the task at hand with what the Force guiding his every step, and even now it did. He felt sorrow, however would need to push forward. If this ethereal power wanted Alcmène with them then it would be so. But just as his thoughts were on his mentor they were ripped away when Romulus shouted Vox's name urgently. "Hey, I get you're daydreaming and all but l... Uhhh... We have a lot of fighters in the air Vox. How're we supposed to avoid them?" Romulus said quickly, expecting an answer. And the best answer Vox had was what was given to him, or whatever felt right at this time, "Stay low to the ground, it'll be easier that way. When I give an order you do it right then, understood?" Romulus seemed dumbfounded but obliged, hoping his Chieftain was right about this. For generations, nearly a thousand years, the Nudono Shaman used the Divine to help guide their people out of danger or the best way to handle it, what the next steps were, and a variety of defensive and healing methods not even the smartest at the time could have conjured. Vox knew this, and he had a sneaking suspicion that Divine was the Force, just in their own image. They prayed and worshipped their gods however also gave tribute of prayer and time to the Divine, as it was the eternal life stream where all forms of life and light and dark existed. And just as his ancestors, Vox was using it.
  14. Vox

    Naboo

    Vox and his Warriors fired at anything that moved and avoided friendly fire. The destruction was something that lingered in the Chieftains mind, the sheer power of the Sith was something not to be trifled with. It was then he decides that one day his tribe will become a superpower, contested with the Sith and those who dated tread along their path. It was then that Vox felt it was just about time to go home, not quite yet, but that feeling stayed with him. He needed to rely in the Force for that signal but how it would come was a mystery. For now, Vox focused his efforts away from his people and onto alongside his warriors and the enemy. However their situation staying around a crashed shuttle for cover was getting harrier by the minute. They moved once more and to along the granite walls of the once brilliant palace. They used broken stone slabs for cover, and with no way to go, Vox felt the Force bind him to this particular spot. Why? Was this their final stand against tyranny? They hadn't done much to impact the galaxy let alone save their own people from the Slavers and hunters of Trandosha. What purpose did moving here serve? “Commander.” Vox heard then felt the slap of his pauldron, he turned to glance at the young Queen of Naboo, her makeup ruined and dried from its long list streams of tears, “If the Naboo will ever see the light of liberty again we must escape.” With as much concern Vox had with moving from their position it was going to have to be the right move. The enemy was stacking odds even higher with their numbers, and he didn't have time to consider it as the Naboo Queen decides to stroll on out from the cover and into an escape hall. A trap door! Clever people, whoever built the palace! The squad of armored lizards followed behind the Queen, more so gathering around her to protect her. A blaster bolt crashed into Romulus's helm as he ducked where the Queen would have stood. And then they entered through. Covering her backside, the Trandoshans spew firth a flurry of spikes and grenades and fire. They clustered through the hall as they downed more Sith trying to follow them in. Krexis was ripping through bodies with his own unique rifle, Equinox begin throwing Firebombs, between that and Vox and Romulus peppering the corridor with spikes, it was hard for any trooper to get a clear shot let alone come anywhere near the entrance. The Trandoshans found the ship the Queen was walking toward and hastened their efforts, boarding the ship along with the small woman. "Romulus! Start up that vessel!" Vox barked in a roar-like shout so his technician could hear over the constant blaster- and slug-fire. The smaller Trandoshan only nodded as he quickly rushed into the ship and started for the controls. Years of being taught how to work technology and machinery in secret paid off in this moment. He powered up the ship and it's shrill roar echoed through the room. Romulus then quickly used his helmets internal radio, "Vox, the ships ready, let's go!" Vox then barked something over the comm-link to the other two warriors and they moved toward the ship. It was time to leave. When the Queen boarded the ship so did they however Krexis remained on the open hatch of the back. He picked off soldiers who moved into the large room when the escape vessel lifted from the ground and quickly finished his entry when the door began closing. Romulus wasn't the best at flying star ships but he was the best experience of the four, and when the blast doors were fully open in the few seconds they took off.
  15. Vox

    Naboo

    Vox had felt it at first. The sudden pull of the Force like a reckoning, an I'll omen coming. Immediately Vox shouted something before the power of a bomb smashed into the nearest docks. The sheer power of the attack was brutal and devastating and all the Trandoshans could do were cover the Naboo Queen. The shaking of the earth beneath their boots, the initial shockwave they were thankfully protected from by a sturdy wall, all of this caused Vox to pull away from his state of grace and into the fight of reality. . When the dust settled Vox attempted to refocus his efforts in connecting with the Force once more, at first failing. He then cleared everything from his mind, his worry and urgency fading until he met that same inner self, until he finally found his link to the Force. With a sigh, Vox checked over everyone before looking out into the area, the dust still kicked up high in the air and too thick to see anything ahead. With a signal, the group followed Vox in close formation, well away from the palace and to one of the star ports used for foreign vessels. . Ahead the Chieftain shot his Puncture Rifle several times, each one met with a grunt it a shirt scream until they reached an area where the high winds picked up and was removed of any dirt. Equinox, for a moment, stopped to look at the view before him, his jaw drooping in his helmet and his mind almost going blank. Well ahead, the main poet wax completely eradicated, the only thing in it's place a massive crater with a mushroom cloud replacing the once magnificent platform. Whatever had hit the place had also slanted and crooked the platform they stood on, and with a nudge from Krexis, Equinox snapped back to reality before catching up with the group. . Vox looked around, and the silence of the area was on e again starting to descend into chaos once more. It was then he saw an escape shuttle, possibly from a nearby ship crashed into a crevice not easily found. There, Vox pointed, and they begun making their way to the potential cover while firing at the sparse soldier and squadron. It seemed damnable that there weren't any ways off the planet, and Vox felt this might be the last time he see anybody his brothers. No, he didn't lose faith however, for the Force made him hold onto some form of belief there was a way out of here... Just he couldn't see nor find it. Regardless, they would protect the Queen, or die trying.
  16. Vox

    Naboo

    It was worse than the aftermath and the battle of Chandrila. Soldiers and pilots of all kind scrambled, many of which were caught in the live-fires of the Sith Troopers and the shuttles that landed in the first wave of the invasion. And more toward the palace off to the side trying to avoid the contacts were the squad of Nudono Warriors and the Queen herself. Though their jerks on the woman were harsh it was evident they didn't realize it, and so far they have succeeded mostly in avoiding the firefight around them. Mostly. They had already run into a few squadrons in close-quarters in which the Trandoshans quickly dispatched with their primitive yet effective and brutal slug throwers. Or spike launchers, however these people of the galaxy prefer to call them. They were making their way to the nearest docks or ship or anything where they could get the Naboo Queen away from the chaos. . Vox felt it, the cold pull of darkness beginning to flood over him. This planet was going under and they couldn't handle the immense and seemingly endless tides of darkness casting their shadow across the planet. And time was running out. . They were running for their lives, and they had no choice but to fight along the way. As soon as several Sith Troopers showed themselves and begun firing they were caught in a puddle and flames and molten chemical. Their screams filled the air for several seconds before the superheated liquid, the flames, and the severe pain silenced them altogether. Vox had yet to use his Lightsaber, however he certainly used the Force to help guide them where they needed to go. Another soldier found their arm missing and their legs blasted off by the two grenades shots of the Puncture Rifles. Another's torsi were completely ripped apart by a single shot of Krexis' Ripper. These weapons and their tactics were both brutal and gory, but their accuracy and reactions could be easily mistaken for an elite squads. . Much like back at that marketplace on Nar Shaadda, Vox allowed the Force to take him where they needed. To his vision were a brilliance of colors, markings of the enemy and allies, a seemingly gold streak leading them. Through this sight Vox had wen able to foresee the different threats coming, either hiding from attack shuttles above or ridding the galaxy of such evils, there were as if ghosts of their coming had arrived in the correct spots. Vox signaled for the group to get down and they did so under a bridge that had a great river passing under it. They used the thin walkways and kept low as shuttles and fighters alike flown by. . With a sigh, Vox turned to the four individuals behind him and said in Common Trandoshan for the Queen to understand... If she could, "We're nearing our objective. Remember, we stop for nothing, we stop for no one. As much as we can help out we also have an endless source of foes from all angles. On my signal." . The other three warriors nodded in affirmation. On a sudden nudge, Vox and co. begun moving with the Queen between them. Vox covered the front while Equinox and Romulus had either side with Krexis at the back. Their goal was to get her off this now-accursed planet alive. They were nearing the next docks for where ships landed, and Vox had hoped for the best but if not the best? The Chieftain and his warriors would rip their first down.
  17. Vox

    Naboo

    Just as Vox was ready to show pleasantries to the supposed Queen a different tone was changed all at once. At least, she looked like royalty. Things went from two to ten, calm to tense within an instant and sudden feeling a dread greeted the Trandoshan Chieftain. And then a sense of urgency was next. When Alcmène gave Vox the orders he nodded in confirmation and then barked loudly at Romulus to come back, which, the smaller Trandoshan did urgently but clearly disappointed. Vox would have mistaken it for anything else, but somehow he got the feeling this was the last time he and Alcmène would see each other, almost like an instinct. Upon hearing the final words from his newfound and perhaps later lost master, she turned her back and left, Vox could only reply just enough for the woman to hear in Nudono, "And... the Force... With you." Now with purpose, the Chieftain turned to the Queen and states in Common Trandoshan, "You're with us then. Equinox, lead the way to a ship, Krexis cover us and Romulus you're next to me. We don't have time, so let us move with haste!"
  18. Vox

    Naboo

    The four Trandoshans watched as the voice-box man spoke, Vox nodded at his name and rank, however didn't understand how a machine could use the Force... Perhaps there was a person inside? Upon hearing the word parts and seeing it firsthand the group heard an audible gasp. Romulus stared wide-eyed at the mass of junk and before Vox could even say anything he had a lightly Jumping Romulus in front of him. . "We need it- AllOFIT!!!" Romulus quickly said as the child in him was starting to really show. . Putting his hands out defensively, Vox immediately replied in Nudono, "Easy, Easy! We'll speak to the talking voice-box first! There is business we must handle, I... Will mention it. Go and see for yourself then, we'll find you once you're done." . Romulus immediately took off and none of the other three Trandoshans took after. They knew the smaller Nudono could handle himself and Vox couldn't help but chuckle. Equinox shook his head a sighed knowing the smartest one on the team, on the tribe actually, couldn't contain themselves. Vox then turned back to the mechanical Jedi and said in Common Trandoshan, "Do... Forgive him, Bloome, Son of Jack. He doesn't handle sights like that very well. If you would let us we could take the load off that ship, knowing our technician he can come up with unfathomable... What is the word? Exceremits? But aside from that, it is an honor to meet a fellow Jedi, Son of Jack."
  19. Vox

    Naboo

    With the long ride from Nar Shaada seemingly over with the descent if their vessel, the armored Trandoshans relaxed, still uncomfortable by flight and since fairing. They were amazed at first by all the twinkles in the stars, something they hadn't paid much kind to when under attack by the Sith Cruisers. There really wasn't time to pay attention to stars when your entire ship is under attack. But the amazement was quickly replaced by that memory for the four Trandoshans Vox, Krexis, Romulus and Equinox. If it weren't the Nudono people screaming from women to children, and the unseen and hidden panic behind the warriors beneath the facade of strength, it were their frozen forms- "They're docking now, Vox." Equinox said in a quiet tone, catching the Chieftain from recounting recent history. Vox merely nodded, as he stood the entire time looking out a window rather than sit like Romulus or catch a daze like Equinox or checking equipment like Krexis. The ride was not comfortable, and something told Vox he wanted this done sooner rather than later, he had wanted to be on the ground for the duration of the trip. It almost seemed alien not having his full squad, let alone a chunk of the tribal warriors loaded up with him. But shoving that information to the back of his head, Vox forced his focus on the task at hand. As the group exited off the shuttle with the armored Trandoshans in tow of Alcmène they were greeted by another Jedi. Words were said, and while Krexis, Vox, and Equinox paid attention to them, Romulus was gazing around restlessly already wanting to take off. The Chieftain was going to have his hands full, knowing the technophile well, the smaller lizard would steal something and take it apart only to put it back together and keep it. Vox then heard his name and, "Apprentice," used along it. He simply nodded, his facial expression hidden behind the cold and alien look of the helmet
  20. Identity Real Name: CT-0207 A.K.A: "Tilt" Homeworld: Haruun Kal/Varies (Current until moves otherwise to another location) Species: Human Physical Description Age: 29 Height: 5'9" Weight: 220 Hair: Brown (Cropped shaven) Eyes: Brown Sex: Male Equipment Clothing or Armor: Brown and Orange Camouflage Paratrooper Armor currently in some state of twisted repair. Outside of that, there is a white shirt and khaki pants and boots worn for some R&R time. Or, "Rest and Reload," time as they call it. Weapon: WESTAR-M5 Blaster Rifle DC-15A Blaster Rifle (2) DC-17 Hand Blaster Combat Knife Common Inventory: (2) Frag Grenade (2) Reverse-Polarity Pulse Grenade A (rusted up) steel canteen Canteen (4) MRE's for the long-run An emergency medical kit: nothing major but some gauz, cotton, alcohol pads/bottle, tweezers, stitches, twine, and different antibiotics and pain relievers. MB450 Macrobinoculars Faction Information Force User, Force Sensitive or Non-Force User: Non-Force Alignment: Chaotic-Good Current Faction Affiliation: Rebel Alliance Current Faction Rank: Apprentice History Force Side: Served alongside numerous Jedi during the heyday of the Republic and it's Grand Army. Trained by: Varied Mandolorians Trained who: Several Cadettes, or newer Troopers toward the end of the Clone Wars before his fatal accident. Known Skills: Tilt was trained in specialized hand to hand combat very similar to Krav-Maga (multi-martial arts), was trained with pole arms, other martial weapons and knives, and was excellent between the usage of just about any weapon the Clone Army was provided. Or whatever the mainline weapons were. He was a great marksman and perhaps a decent sniper, however even better his skills were terrific between CQC and CQB. He also has experience in Guerilla Warfare. Background: CT-0207 Was amongst the first few hundred Clone Troopers made and had seen action during the very beginning of the Clone Wars. However, despite being just like the rest of the Clones, he had caught the attention of the Grand Army of the Republic thanks to his astounding proficiency in the front lines and swiftness to adapt to combat situations. For the next month CT-0207 was watched carefully, and after quickly obtaining the rank of Sergeant, he was brought aboard the ARC Trooper program along with seven other troopers from different ranks and specialties. There they proved themselves capable and earned their newest titles as ARC Troopers, where the seven clones would be trained by Mandolorians to further expand on skills and such. Upon completion of training, these troopers were given to another ARC Trooper; CT-0067, Wayforward. The, "Bad Company," or a small legion of Clone Troopers, were lead by one Wayforward who had a tendency to "collect" troops specialized in a variety of skill sets, so a small chunk of his subordinates were odds and ends whereas most of the entire unit were regular troops. The seven newer Arc Troops would serve under Wayforward for much of the Clone Wars, each one earning their weird names a lot of clones had. Proving themselves far better than the standard clone, the seven Arc Troopers, lead by Wayforward, the Bad Company made a name for themselves. CT's -0207, 0985, 1098, 1223, 1225, 1381, and 1567 were otherwise known as Tilt, Riggs, Brow, Avian, Twelve, Space, and Thumper. The seven, along with Wayforward, had found brotherhood over the years and always seemed to be close knit. From sabotage to front line assault, tactical insertions to hijacking and more, the team along with the other several dozen clones had great success with very little casualties until the end of the war. Toward the end of the war, just before Order 66, the Bad Company were aiming to take down a near impenetrable shield protecting a CIS bunker, and they would do it from above where they could drop in behind enemy lines and quickly shut the entire system down to allow units to move in. In a twist of fate, the Bad Company were fired out of the sky, most of them killed while others either died falling or were shot down. The original eight Arc Troopers were narrowed down to five with Wayforward, Brow and Avian being caught in tank fire, Twelve and Space sacrificed themselves by blowing the shield generator, and in the aftermath Tilt, Riggs and Thumper were left wounded. After the battle the unconscious clones were taken aboard an experimental ship that was testing Cryogenic technology. The fates of the trio were that they were put under a Cryo Sleep. During that time, the ship they were on crashed due to Order 66; clones fighting the few wounded/still functioning Jedi and in the mass chaos the main controls were destroyed causing the ship to crash in a mountainous region of Haruun Kal, which killed both awake, sedated, and sleeping passengers. The only three that survived were Tilt, Thumper, and Riggs, whose Cryo Pods were sealed and constantly maintained by the remaining ships droids, controlled by the ships advanced artificial intelligence. Years passed, and as soon as the remaining repair droid expired the ship's AI woke the three remaining clones who were fully healed with scars of course thanks to the time the medical droids spent on them. Allowing the Clones access to the ships internal database, the trio found out various secrets the Kiminoans held as well as the chips stuck in their heads which were removed during a surgery due to their defunct state. There were odd reactions due to the Cryogenic fluids used to freeze and inject into the clones, whereas Riggs would age rapidly albeit slower, Thumper would go on to age like a regular human. Tilt however, as the AI and medical droids deduced, could live much longer than either the two due to the chemicals reactions/altercations to his body. Stuck on a mountain surrounded by plenty of woods, the Clones allowed the AI to expire having served it's last purpose, for two years they remained there hunting and building onto the crashed ship, with no other settlements to be seen even from atop the mountain. They were stranded and had undergone a few changes, and would adapt to their environment as they felt and somehow knew they weren't going to be found for a long time… If at all. Ship Registration Name: x Class: x Model: x Manufacturer: x Length: x Armaments: x Armor: x Anti-Personnel Defenses: x Modifications: x Appearance: x
  21. Vox heard the question as he and the now armored warriors followed. His teeth clenched as well as his fists, both completely invisible to the woman he was behind. He remembered quite well there were still plenty of the Nudono people who chose to stay, the feeling of illness never really leaving the Chieftains stomach that he was leaving his home and a responsibility. Many more left but in the end only seven of the Nudono were left on that frigid world. That didn't matter now, Vox needed to suppress those feelings as eventually he'll end his brothers reign and secure his people once and for all. Sighing lightly, Vox finally replied after an awkward minute, "Several... Hundred. Still on Trandosha. Our homeland, the Crescent Wilds, were luscious in it's glorious jungles and plentiful hunt. Dense jungles, plenty of rivers and falls and lakes, isolated from the rest of the worlds politics. We value nature. That is what we see in a world, but I'm willing to settle anywhere so long as there are little to no inhabitants."
  22. As soon as Alcmène answered the Chieftain he somewhat jerked his head in thought. That was one situation solved. He then realized the four had spoken in their native tongue and too fast for the woman to really keep up, so he came up with the best possible answer and told Chaox, "You're keeping this quiet." The younger brother merely laughed at the statement and shook his head. Vox the looked Equinox who raised his hands. No protest there, and he didn't need to stare Romulus down as he wouldn't tattle on himself. With a sigh, Vid then turned back to Alcmène and replied, "I think we have it locked down. Now then, onto the important matter. I do have a few that will come along with us. I cannot bring everyone however as I have an injured warrior who needs to be watched." Vox then turned his head back to the three other Trandoshans in the room. They had had seen their fair share of combat, experienced with it however he also considered who would be more willing to go with himself and Alcmène. Romulus and Equinox were the first two that came to mind, then he began to raffle through which warriors would most likely be willing to go. He had a feeling Rylast would want to stay, Varsus was hurt, and perhaps Chaox wanted to make sure the troublesome peon remained put. One was good at enforcing and the other at creating chaos. That left Krexis. Vox begun to make his way back to the doorway and said to Alcmène before barking to two of his underlings, "We have three joking us. Romulus, Equinox! You're with us this time." After passing the much smaller woman Vox made his way to the main room where Krexis was already preparing gear. Looking at the ammo and equipment crates he then said, "You already know then?" "Mhm," Krexis replied as he slipped on the heavy plated gauntlet, "I heard you yell at those jesters you call advisors. I assume the thief and the emotionally strict one?" Vox nodded as he pulled a repaired helmet from one of the crates. He slipped it on and powered on the internal system, the HUD coming to life before slipping it off and turning the helm off. 'Hell of a job Romulus,' thought the Chieftain as he put the typical load out of weapons onto clips of his armor. A Spiker, a Mauler, and his Puncture Rifle, and of course the Lightsaber that hung from a clip on his waist. The other three Trandoshans soon entered the room, two of which had begun to throw on their gear quickly. "We're ready whenever you are." Vox states to Alcmène as he slipped on the helmet once again.
  23. As the pair moved in, the other Trandoshans noticed just the severe amount of groceries and miscellaneous objects in the way of a familiar face, and behind it a woman smaller than it walked in. Varsus was the first to notice, sitting on a soft sofa with an arm in a sling, he had been looking at a data-pad he didn't have before. One he shouldn't have at all. He was the first to raise a Mauler up, the design of the weapon appearing alien yet barbaric due to its primitive design and the blade attached to it. Krexis, an oddly snow white Trandoshan who was sitting with Rylast, easily the largest Trandoshan in life; were sitting at a separate long and steel table. It was clear they had the various weapons apart including two Maulers, the weapon clips taking rounds instead of being loaded with gas like modern day weapons. There were a few spike rounds yet to expand that were being loaded into cartridges and magazine clips, three Puncture Rifles cleaned to near perfection and several linked-grenades carefully place beside them. As soon as Rylast seen Varsus go for his weapon, he immediately brought up a Spiker and Krexis right after aimed another at the pair going beyond the door. Chaox and Equinox could be heard arguing with Romulus in the back, bits and pieces of, "Equipment," and, "Base," and similar things brought up. The three soldiers in the room were about to fire but upon hearing the weapons cocked Vox states aloud, "Easy!! It's me!" Krexis, upon hearing Vox's voice lowers his weapon immediately and simply replies quietly, "Oh, it's just Vox." Rylast says nothing and lowers his weapon, standing up and even from the several foot distance it was clear he was a behemoth compared to the Nudono Chieftain. He went on to help unload the armored Vox of his hefty bounty, food and spices, odds and ends the company may find use for. Varsus lowered his Mauler and stands, only to find himself stumble and limp on his left leg. In the past few days the youngest of the bunch was clearly in bad condition and it finally brought Vox's attention to the injured soldier. "I see you have been out looking to mate, you old hound you!" Varsus said with a sly grin, wincing a little as he tried to step forward. Vox set the rest of the items down and went over to the young soldier, placed an armored glove on his unhurt shoulder and gently pushed him down back to the sofa. The smelled of gunpowder, metal, and oddly enough a mixture of rainfall and wildflowers. The Chieftain have a concerned glance as he looked over Varsus for a moment. The soldier was far more wounded than he remembered, the charred scales already shedding off as new ones grew however it didn't take away from the sling arm and the knee brace. Did the liberation for Chandrila really hurt him that badly? "You look worse." Vox states as he finally slaps Varsus upside the head for the previous comment. "It's nothing!" Varsus shot back, clearly trying to not bring attention to his wounds. Krexis mutters just loud enough, "Broken leg, broken forearm, and half your body cooked. Yes, that is nothing." "You're resting until we can come up with a better solution for your healing, however you're staying until you are completely healed." Vox said in an authoritative tone. It was clear he was serious and was not to be questioned, causing Varsus to mutter 'Yes sir' whilst looking away. The last thing Vox needed was for his youngest troop to die or be further injured. "Sorry for that," The Chieftain said turning to Alcmène, "We're not too trusting of-" "You can't keep stealing things! It's bad enough we're down a warrior, we don't need our brains and engineer imprisoned or worse!" Shouted an angry Trandoshan. "I told you already, those damned Imperials refused to give us material to repair the armor! I'm doing what I must to upkeep both that and our weapons, these plastic suits they wear into battle won't cut it, Equinox!" Countered another angry lizard. "We can find a different way, and Romulus is right, these materials they are giving us aren't adequate. One of our chest plates can easily handle a blaster bolt but the things those fools wear can't even handle one of our punches," States am otherwise third calm tone, "On the other hand, Romulus, I understand our situation which is why I said to wait for Vox. If you would quit being so impatient we wouldn't be having this talk!" With a heavy sigh, Vox slumped his armored shoulders and said to Alcmène,"Come along then, I'd rather have you in there than here." With a turn Vox walked down a long corridor leading into an open room where one armored Trandoshan similar to the Chieftain were sitting at a dining table, and a Trandoshan in a lightly armored gray jumpsuit was standing leaning against a chair. Another in pure black with orange detailed armor leaned against the wall, easily the calmest of the triad. The sitting Trandoshan shook his head and continued to say, "Don't try and defend him Chaox, he disobeyed orders, and now we have Imperial Troops looking for a missing technology and solid metal plating. To add, he hacked into a terminal! How much trouble can that get us into?" "Wait till Vox gets here, we-" Chaox was abruptly cut off by his older brother. "-Can wait to sort this out with him here?" Vox finished crossing his arms, leaking against the doorway, "And pray tell, what exactly are we going to sort out?" The three were silent for a moment before Chaox finally replied, "Well, your most trusted technophile decided to steal a few things from some Imperial Officers." Romulus turned to Vox and quickly gives an explanation, "Look, they don't have a very good view of us for some reason and we're treating us like we weren't to be trusted. So... I... Ehmm... Borrowed-" "-Stole." Chaox quickly interrupts with a smirk. "Borrowed a few things! They wouldn't help us, even when I told them we helped liberate that capitol of Chandrila and you guys hijacked two star destroyers from that station, one of them goes, "Anyone could have done that," Like they didn't believe us! I couldn't find you, so I did what I had to!" Romulus seemed both angered and bothers by the situation as a whole, and with his power coming back very slowly, Vox could feel the fear the smaller Trandoshan had. All he wanted to do was serve his tribe on the nest way, and he broke a few rules because of a few asses. He had known the smartest Nudono warrior for years, they grew up together, fought and hunted together, and even kept the secret when Romulus was sneaking out to learn about technology from an outsider; a Common Trandoshan not of their tribe. By heart, Romulus broke rules to get what needed to get done, but Vox couldn't help but feel both proud and silly about the situation. Proud their engineer was loyal to the core, but silly that he stole from allies to get the job done. Vox wasn't sure if Alcmène was feeling out his emotions, maybe she'd be disappointed but he cared not. "Romulus," Vox finally said breaking an odd silence, walking up to his oldest friend and placing a comforting hand on Romulus's shoulder, his tone wasn't an angry one but rather a father teaching their child a lesson, "I appreciate you doing that, but the way you did was wrong. Remember, this isn't the Crescent Wilds, we're surrounded by potential allies and enemies. We shouldn't steal from our allies anyhow, it's wrong, and places us in both a bad and odd situation. Do you understand?" Romulus stood there digesting the words. He fiddled with his digits fir a moment before finally nodding. Vox stepped away and said to him, "Now, let's gather the items and return-" "Our armors repaired." "What?" Vox asked stupidly at the blunt statement. "He used the technology to fix the helmets comms and heads-up-display, and in the process also repaired most of our equipment and armor. In that process, he used up everything he could, so whatever's left is junk until there's a use for it." Chaox finally replied with a large shit-eating grin across his scaly face. In the moment, Vox just realized that there wasn't anything to return, and that they may be in deep trouble. He would suggest keeping this quiet, but he wasn't certain of even that was a good idea. Vox then looked to Alcmène who'd been sidelined for the conversation. He wouldn't turn in any of his people for the sake of protecting himself, by gods, that was betrayal at it's finest. He'd be contempt with keeping this a secret. But it was an odd situation altogether for the Chieftain, and he asked Alcmène, "Any... Uhh... Thoughts?"
  24. Voxs' attempt to use the Force were in vain, he tried twice using the same method yet each time met with nothing though he could barely feel the power of Alcmène... Doing something. It was apparent that whatever Alcmène was doing she immediately acted on it, hesitantly at first, but there was the confirmation of it. At least, he thought. The pair traveled through the cramped city streets of the great city, Vox followed closely to Alcmène as she clearly knew the way. Though the city was great with it's lights and glamour and such, Vox already grew tired of the massive place. It would have been nice to go roam a plains or a jungle, perhaps even hunt animals with his tribe once more. That dream would be one reality again, one day he and the other warriors would revel in the hunt and spend a good portion of time in the woods again. To feel the rugged tug of branches and plants, having the call of the wind beckon the hunters further, the soft to rough dirt and moss beneath his scaly feet and of course the rush of the chase. And now more than ever he missed that, all because a dispute between him and his brother Atrinox which gree worse. Shaking away the memories, Vox snapped back to reality and had focused on what Alcmène had just said. A second later the words came back in his head and in realizing it, they were at the recreational area for refugees and the like. He looked at the widely spaced doors and remembered that it was the horribly scratched one. Nudging his head, Vox pointed out the scratched up metal door, "That one there. Do not make sudden moves when you enter, my men would be inclined to shoot you."
  25. Without missing a beat, Vox nodded as he caught the odd small chip. He looked it over once catching the fine detail and unique color briefly but didn't care much for it. The metallic sliver would be put to use and the lizard assumed it was currently... Of some sort. He'd need to learn of these people and their ways of life, as for the Nudono Tribe their currency were pelts and metals and livestock trade. Their lives were simple and perhaps not even as complex as these outsiders with their lights and technologies. It would take time for the Chieftain to learn their ways. Vox's first stop were a stand that sold a variety of meat and cooked goods. He spent whatever he could with that chip on plenty of raw food, including spices and sauces and recipe booklets that supposedly came with them. Whoever the vendor was they seemed in a state of bliss and surprise when Vox bought so much however to the Trandoshan he had six mouths to feed not including himself. He went from vendor to vendor, booth to shop instead of visiting the high end places buying a variety of relatively cheap items until he used up the entirety of the credit chip. By now, his arms were full to the brim, shoulders covered in packages meats and bags hanging from his arms and whatever else being carried in a cradle position. As Vox finished his splurge of fifteen minutes, he turned and begun walking back the way he originally came from... Then turned back to Alcmène, "I do not know my way from here. We live near a starport of sorts, a refugee camp with containers used as buildings. Can you guide me there?"
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