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  1. As Sun-Dragon left, Bones could clench his hands into fists for a few moments. His anger, while seething, was dying quickly. There was nothing more he could do except do as ordered. Still, he didn’t like this. It was like some kind of prison cell. Just better accommodations. Bones sighed and took a step in one direction, and then promptly realized he had no idea where to go. Where did the Lumas trees get harvested? Where did any of the plants get harvested? Was the ship self-sustainable or did the plants grow somewhere on the planet they resided on? Bones didn’t know which to believe. He never heard of a self-sustaining ship, but Artus Prime wasn’t exactly a nature preserve either. It took some time and a lot of asking strangers, but eventually Bones had an idea. Slowly he made his way to the edges of the ship. Originally he asked where the food was grown, and he was told that the botanical domes did most of that, except for what was grown on their original planet of Ithor. Some more questioning led Bones to believe that Lumas trees were native to Ithor and so instead he had to travel to the jungle ecologies on the edges of the ship. A short speeder trip by a local Ithorian dropped Bones off at an entrance to the Atrium. Even before entering, Bones was shocked at what he saw. Large doorway before him showed signs of wear and tear. The durasteel was stained and tarnished, and was now impossible to close as vines and weeds had grown to the point that the heavy doors could no longer move. And the floor was lightly covered with dirt, which only became more thick the further into the Atrium. Bones took a breath of his sulfate before stepping in. Once entered, the other side at first was a narrow hallway. Bright white lights above lit the overgrown path like the sun lighting a forest. Vines with bright green leaves in full bloom stretched across the walls from one doorway to another, as if seeking to find more places to enter. The dirt pathway had small mounds of grass growing in spots where people tended not to walk. Further in surprised Bones more. What was once a conglomerate of hallways meeting together in a large open space with a glass ceiling had become, to put it lightly, a village. Natural light streamed down through the glass onto green and brown vines, lush thick grass, small saplings barely sprouting leaves, and small pots of flowers. Amongst these plants was the dirt pathways, trampled by Ithorians who traveled between here and the rest of the ship. And each of these dirt paths led to houses. Metal walls stained brown stood in these halls. They didn’t connect with the ceiling, but instead had large vines bound together and layered across, with then another dirt layer over it. From this dirt, flowers of every color grew. Bones could only see the vines and how they were bound because they were wrapped around the corners of the houses and pulled downward, like some kind of tent flap. Amongst these paths, patches of grass, and houses, were some Ithroians. A few of the spouses or younglings of those who were working, they were busying themselves with all matter of tasks at hand. Some were tending to the houses, making sure the roofs and the flowers were properly cared for. Others were sitting around small pots with heaters underneath them to cure some kind of medicine or cook up a food. In the distance, Bones could see a small group of Ithorian younglings walking behind an Ithorian adult, reading from a datapad. A teacher and his class no doubt. “Not what you were expecting, no?” Bones jumped at the deep gurgle that came from beside him. He turned and faced a hammerhead slightly smaller then he. His clothes were simple brown robes bound tight against his skin and rounded belly, giving him a wide range of movement while dressed lightly. His smooth and pale green skin had small white lines painted in a criss-crossing style all over his head, with a small patch of black hair growing from where his head met his neck. On his head he wore a wide brim hat, made to block out any light from above. He was the embodiment of some kind of farmer. The Ithorian laughed at Bones' startlement. “Oooh, sorry, very sorry. Our dragon warned us you were coming, and I figured you may get lost so I wanted to escort you personally.” “Um...thanks, I think” Bones held out his hand and shook the Ithorians. It was rough and hardened from years of work. “I’m sorry, but isn’t this the Atrium? I figured it would be more of a...um, atrium I guess. Not...this” The Ithorian nodded understandingly at the Tognath’s confusion. “It wasn’t always like this. Come, our Dragon said you are to help us.” The Ithorian, who introduced himself as Jho, led Bones through the many halls, showing how there were many many more houses everywhere. He explained how the ship originally was a ship designed for transporting plants across the galaxy. However, due to a major incident in the ship’s history (Bones didn’t catch exactly what it was), the Great Atrium became a dwelling place for the Ithorians on board, instead of the upper levels of the ship. The Ithorians onboard preferred a lifestyle living next to the plants they cared for, and because the Jungle ecologies overgrew their enclosures into the Atrium, it became a natural choice for the Ithorians. Thus it was renamed the Overgrown, and became the housing district for the Ithorians. Bones listened closely to it all, while marveling at how such a place could exist on the ship. He felt like he was actually on a planet. If he had woken up here, he would have never believed he was on a star ship that could travel the galaxy. Jho eventually led Bones to the Jungle Ecologies. Where the Atrium was more like a lush grassland with houses, this was truly a jungle. Trees were packed densely into the area, blocking most of the light above. The shade however was not cool at all. Bones instantly noticed the temperature difference, and knew that most humans would begin sweating immediately in the humid air. Bones also immediately was able to identify which trees were Lumas trees. Their rough brown bark twisted around the trunks, with some of the bark growing over itself in places. The limbs stretched outwards, with smaller and smaller branches spreading out like a kind of spider web. These limbs had green lichen-like vines climbing all over them, working their way into the bark and occasionally wrapping themselves along the trunk. On the tips of some of the branches, the vines curled and wrapped up into a ball, and protruding from these balls… “Lumas fruit” Bones recognising the sour filled objects. The trees matched the ugliness of the seed. “So I assume I’ll need to pick those?” Jho nodded, but added “not yet. That comes tonight.” “Tonight? Why not now?” “You will see.” Bones sighed. Eventually the two came into a clearing, where eight Ithorians, both old and young, were working, as well as a pile of mechanical parts, four two legged vehicles, and several large metal containers that made a buzzing sound with the occasional ping of something hitting the inside. Jho introduced them as Bone’s coworkers. Since none of them spoke basic, Jho introduced Bones to the group in his native tongue. Jho then gave Bones his assignment. “It will be night in a few hours, and we need these loaders ready by then. You any good with tools? Then help them with the repairs and tuning. I’ll be back later.” With that, Jho left Bones, now alone in a group of strangers he couldn’t understand. However, Bones was able to make quick work with the loaders. He almost felt like he was back home on Coruscant. His experience with speeder bikes and fixing machines at his repair shop made him a natural at these loaders. While the others, despite not having a common language, had to point out a few things to Bones, he quickly caught on. Within 2 hours, all the machines were fixed and prepared. It seemed that they were ahead of schedule, since Jho hadn’t come back yet and the rest of the Ithorians had sat down talking to each other. Bones paced quietly, anxious to get started. Why were they waiting until tonight to pick the Lumas fruit? It was obvious that the machines would be used to reach the out of reach objects, but why wait until night, when it would be impossible to see the sour-filled objects? These Ithorians were stupid. This entire thing was stupid. Bones fumed slightly as he paced. An Ithorian chuckled at Bones and made a joke, to which the others laughed. Bones noticed and looked down, realizing he had tore up a bunch of grass with his pacing. No doubt the Ithorians were making a joke out of this. “That does it” Bones stomped the ground once. “I’m just going to get those fruits now myself!” With that, Bones went towards the nearest Lumas tree. Using the jagged, rough bark as handholds and footholds, Bones began to climb. The Ithorians stopped talking and watched, curious at what the Tognath was doing. The climb was a solid 28 feet up and the branches, while solid, were narrow. Still, Bones climbed. At the first branch, Bones hoisted and balanced himself. The Ithorians watched intently. With a breath, Bones took a step forward. As he fell downwards, the Tognath remembered his time riding speeder bikes in Coruscant. His sister had beaten into his head about the way to fall during an upcoming crash and forced him to practice it over and over again. Loosen body. Relax. Catch something if you can. Bones did just that. He smacked the ground like a stone and remained still for a bit. The Ithorians gathered around, concerned for the stranger, but quickly began to laugh when Bones picked himself back up. Bones was certainly an entertainment. Bones thanked his two skeletal systems and shoved an Ithorian out of the way. He knew what he did wrong. He slipped. He went too quickly. He would do better. Another climb. And again, another fall. The Ithorians laughed and cheered on Bones as he attempted again. This was funny for them. A skeletal man who didn’t know when to quit, and since he wasn’t feeling as much pain as anyone else, and the falls weren’t damaging, he would keep trying. With each attempt, Bones got better. He was learning how the branches were. And he was learning how to balance better and better. All while the Ithorians watched and cheered and laughed. “What is going on?!?” Jho shouted, running into the area. The others stopped and pointed up. Realizing what was about to be done, Jho facepalmed and observed with the others. Bones, now at a prime spot, reached out and grabbed as many branches as possible and began to shake. With three might shakes, the vines that held the seeds began to snap and fall. Like the rocks they looked like, Lumas fruit fell down onto the ground. Pride made Bones’ chest swell. He had accomplished what he attempted, and now could show everyone his cleverness. With a fall down and a soft landing and rolling into a fall, Bones picked himself up expecting cheering and clapping. Instead, the Ithorians were walking away back to the machines. Jho was shaking his head, his large hat swaying left and right. He wasn’t showing anger, or sadness. Just a smidge of annoyance with his movements, and a hint of amusement at his lips. “Our dragon did say you were rash. Couldn’t wait, eh?” “I just proved you don’t have to wait until nightfall to pick your fruits.” Bones clenched his fits. “And all without your machi-” “Indeed, without the lifters.” Jho sarcastically nodded. “You did that, while risking your body. Its certainly true we couldn’t have used machines during the day. Oh yes, very...eager of you. ” Bones said nothing. He was being talked down to and it was annoying him. “Can you do me a favor? You know how these fruit work, correct?” “Ya..” Bones shrugged, looking at the rock-like fruit around him. “You break them open and the sour stuff comes out." “Do that” Bones looked at Jho, wondering if he was serious. When Jho didn’t answer, Bones had no choice. Grabbing the nearest fruit, he bent down and smashed the fruit on the ground. With a loud crack, the fruit split and spilled its purple and white contents onto the ground. Bones held it out as if to prove a point. Jho shook his head. "Again. Another one." Bones grunted and rolled his eyes. He grabbed the next fruit. Over his head and downwards, Bones smashed the fruit into the ground. It didn’t split. Bones stared at it and swung it down again. A loud thud but no crack. Angrily, Bones brought it down again and again. Slowly the fruit began to crack, and eventually snapped, revealing not a hallowed out center, but a solid, purplish substance. “Whah?” Bones poked the substance, finding it spongy but firm. “See, you went for every fruit you could see, not knowing which ones are ready and which ones aren't. Lumas trees produce fruit all year round. We have a method for figuring out which ones are ripe.” “But...but…” “Ah to be young like you.” Jho chuckled “Come, I have a perfect spot for you.” The large round Ithorian led Bones back to the clearing, where the others were. Jho sat down and invited Tognath to join him. Bones did, and listened to the Ithorian. He talked slowly about random things. He asked Bones questions about his life and where he came from. Despite Bone trying to be closed off, the brief answers given allowed Jho to launch into obscure topics. Facts about where the ship came from. Ideas for robot models to help gather the fruit. The verpine ‘infestation’ of the ship. Soon, night began to fall. The ship had programmed its day/night cycle to match Ithor’s night cycle, but also adjusted it so that way its night cycle overlapped Artus Prime’s night cycle. As the simulated sunset occurred, and the shadows grew everywhere, Bones had his breath taken away. The lichen vines that grew from the Lumas trees began to emit shades of soft blue and purple light. As the vines wrapped around the trees, the color changed from a blue to a green. When the darkness grew more and more, the light became stronger and stronger. Even in the pitch blackness of night, each branch and path was well illuminated by the tree's glow. As Bones sat and admiring the sudden beauty, Jho stood up and shouted. “Release the bugs!” Five Ithorians went to the large buzzing containers and unscrewed their tops. Numerous small insects flew out, a swarm of beetle-like beings. Even as they flew out, Bones saw they also glowed. Small dots of yellow swarmed the air and slowly went upwards into the trees. “Suckler Beetles” Jho commented to the Bone’s wonderment. “Nocturnal bugs from Ithor. Powerful scent glands in them. They can smell nutritious material a mile away though a foot of solid durasteel. We collect them at the end of the night once they fall asleep. The don't bite much, but I don't think that'll bother you” Bones looked at Jho, unable to tell if he was exaggerating. But he could see what they were doing. The Sucklers flew amongst the trees and began to swarm and crawl over the lichen balls and the seeds they held. Large glowing yellow orbs amongst the blue and purple glowing vines. “Amazing. It’s like...like… well I don’t know but...wow!” Bones exclaimed. Jho chuckled and tapped Bone’s shoulder. “It is. Most newcomers never stay around long enough to see this. You have to be patient to see this. But our defenders...well, sometimes one or two come here to meditate.” “Now…” Jho pointed to one of the lifters and handed Bones a large basket as well as a metal rod. Bones felt the engraving of ‘Jho Jho’ on it. “Get to collecting. Stick is good for knocking the fruit loose. I want that back. I’ll be back soon.” With that, Jho turned and left to do whatever he needed to do. Bones nodded and got to work. This time not out of anger or wanting to prove something. This time, Bones was basking in the beauty of the glowing Lumas trees and their seeds.
  2. Bones struggled against whatever was holding him down, blinded by action, not realizing the blade held against him. However, as much as he tried to move, something held him back. It wasn’t psychological. With every ounce, Bones was trying to fight whatever was holding him. His own grunts and growls proved that. But he was being restrained by something physical and he didn’t know what. Then he realized the blade. Bones finally froze and gazed up at Sun-Dragon. The armor Bones had struck protected him well. Bones only felt the thud of his exoskeleton crashing against the man’s armor and none of the pain, but he suspected that Sun-Dragon felt the same. As he listened to the Sun-Dragon’s words, Bones looked away, but listened. At last when the human was done, their was a brief pause of silence. “Fine” Bones said flatly. He would help with the cultivation of the Lumas trees and their sour fruit.
  3. “Whoah, hey!” Bones exclaimed as the Sun-Dragon pulled him along. Bones had never seen the Jensaarai Defender get angry before, but he had a feeling he was about to, just for the comment about the fruit. Being thrown down into the dirt, Bones’ shook himself and growled something in his native tongue. He quickly got up and raised his fists to defend himself. He was about to ask what was the matter with Sun-Dragon, when the Defender began to scold him. “I haven’t held on to anything except my breath now. You guys have taken everything else already” Bones whined back as he prepared for a blow from the man. He was mad. And he was going to have his say. “I came here to redeem myself, not to pick sour fruit. You promised me redemption. I figured I’d be fighting bad guys and saving lives, not cooped up in just another prison.” With that, Bones moved forward and threw a wild right punch. He knew he left himself open, but he was fine with that. He had been in fights before, especially when he worked for that crime syndicate on Ord Mantell. He had found that being able to throw a punch with a skeletal fist and having little nerve tissue made him quite the boxer. He took on several opponents twice his size. But those were against random thugs. He had no idea about Sun-Dragon. And he was mad. Any professional could see that. He wasn’t thinking with his brain, he was thinking with his emotions.
  4. Bones gripped his hands into a fist at the mention of proving he was responsible enough to carry a weapon. Of course he wasn’t responsible enough to carry a gun. Not anymore. One bad accident taught him that. That’s why he wasn’t asking for his weapons back. All he wanted was the scarf. It wasn’t for the birds. It was his. “It’s an unneeded sacrifice...” Bones grudgingly replied, softly through his rebreather. If he was a human, his face would have been in a glare. The Sun-Dragon probably heard him, but the tone said that he didn’t want a reply. It was clear he wasn’t going to get the cloth back right now. The bird, happy about its find, took off again, carrying the cloth further into the trees, out of sight. Bones breathed in a small breath of sulfate through his respirator and tried to calm down, but his mind was stuck on the cloth. The last piece of his sister was gone. He couldn’t get past Sun-Dragon, at least not yet. Maybe he could convince someone else. Or go hunting for it at night. For now he had to wait. “I don’t like tea…” Bones grumbled as he walked back towards his home, not knowing what tea even was. He hated how Sun-Dragon pushed him. He was like some scalding parent. One who wasn’t used to working with a Tognath, but a parent nonetheless. Something Bones didn’t like. The Tognath looked mostly at the ground as he walked. The durasteel, carved to appear like some kind of street, was cold and lifeless to him, despite being stained from dirt and dust from over the years of use. To be fair, the look was very well done. From what Bones had seen, which wasn’t much, the ship was well crafted. The Jensaarai, or whoever was in charge of how the ship looked, went to great lengths to make things look civil. It reminded him of Coruscant. Or at least that city planet before it’s moon had crashed into it. The two had walked into the city, back to where Bones home was. On the way, Bones looked up at the sound of beings speaking with each other and the announcing of prices. It was a marketplace, where Ithorians were selling fresh food and hand-made items. Numerous fruits, both sweet and sour, were stacked up in boxes for all to peruse. Large and small vegetables, expertly cared for, sat in separate stalls. It seemed that each seller focused on only one good, instead of growing a variety. Even the gourds were separated by color and the seeds only sold by the Ithorian selling the fully grown goods. Colored cloths, with various shades of green or yellow, extended from walls of buildings, not necessarily to provide any shade from the sun but only to identify that the stall beneath had goods for sale. The city’s visitors, especially those who worked the mines oneworld, were taking advantage of the fresh produce. Bones had to stop, seeing one stall selling a bunch of oblong grey rocks. The sour juice of the Lumas fruit still tainted his tongue, and the memory of those seeds disgusted him. “Where in the frak do they grow those things?” Bones asked, pointing to the stall. “I haven’t seen any gardens since I got here, and no one was rushing into that jungle back there.” The stall person, who noticed the two, waved them over. He seemed to recognise the Sun-dragon and offered two of the fruits out, inviting them to take a sample on the house. “And who in their right mind would eat those things?” Bones commented, not moving to nor from the stall.
  5. As Bones crashed into the man, he almost didn’t stop in a near unconscious attempt to trample him over. Part of this was his desperation to get the scarf back, but part of this was also the fact that he was Tognath. Having a primitive development of nerve tissue made one have a tendency to ignore most problems. Whether this was in a healthy way or not depended on the situation. This was not a healthy situation. “Surely you have better things to do than galavant about with younglings do you not? We would rather not unteach the truths young minds are not prepared for.” Bones opened his mouth to complain how this was not his fault, but didn’t get a chance. The Sun-Dragon, the only name Bones knew him as, was a powerful presence and a glare from him was enough to send the child running away. After a moment, the tall, imposing warrior turned back to the ex-criminal. “I understand that you hold these things dear young one...” “You got that right…” Bones muttered under his breath. He didn’t fully hear the rest of what the man was saying. His eyes were darting behind the human. Specifically, up a rather large and twisting tree where the yellow-feathered bird was beginning to make a nest with his scarf. “Look, you already took my gun and my knife. Isn’t that enough? That scarf is important to me, it belonged…” Bones stopped himself. Belonged to my sister was what he was going to say. But years working as a thug taught him that showing such emotion was a way to get viewed as a wimp. And then he would be fighting all the time to try to establish himself as something besides that. Bones saw that the bird was starting to make a move to head further into the jungle line, towards the center of the ship. If he didn't hurry, he might lose the bird for a long time. “Here, how about I say sorry I distracted a kid from his chores, but I didn’t invite him. Frag, I can’t even speak his language. So let me just get my scarf and I’ll go back to the house and not bother him again.” As he said his, Bones made a step to get around the imposing man. Any fully grown adult would know what he was doing was foolish. But Bones was still young and growing. He saw nothing wrong with what he did.
  6. Raka Nwul Somewhere along the vastness of Artus Prime, within the domed and grounded capital ship of Raka Nwul, a young Ithorian ran. Down the streets past other Ithorians quietly going on to their business, the young Ithorian ran. Some beings would turn and watch the child, chuckling about the errands of the youth, before going back to their workplaces. Occasionally the youngling bumped into another of his species, who in turn would uttur something harsh and how the youngling needed to slow down. Still, the child ignored them. Both of his mouths on his long neck opened and closed rapidly, drawing in as much oxygen as possible to keep his lungs working. In his right hand was a basket, tightly clutched between five soft fingers and his handmade clothes. Woven from the vines grown in the jungle ecologies by his own mother, the youngling knew how important it was to get this to its destination. His mom never hand-made anything unless it had a specific purpose, and this was made last night. He didn’t know what was inside it though. It felt heavy, and there were definitely several objects jumbling around inside. He had a few guesses what they may be but he couldn’t stop to check. The Ithorian child had to stop and rub his bare feet. His mother was right. He should have worn something to help his toes. These hard surfaces of the City were so different from the dirt floors back in the Overgrown. There the plants grew almost wild, with a careful eye by the residents. He could run wherever he wanted and as long as he wanted. Here it was hard and rough. He wasn’t used to the flat durasteel floor. Why other people preferred this was beyond him. But most of the outsiders who came to Raka Nwul seemed to prefer a cleaner (or as his dad would say, ‘professional’) floor, so that's how it was. After taking a moment to rub his aching feet, the youngling continued on his way. He was almost there now. He was in what the adults called the ‘outsider quarters’ or the ‘housing district’. In the distance above the houses was the jungle line. Thick, tall trees rose up, dangling their beautiful and lush green leaves. The youngling wondered if those trees grew fruit at all. He knew that inside that jungle line were many little critters that enjoyed the peaceful existence, so they had to feed on something. And further in was Bastion. The youngling stopped. This was the house. It didn’t look like much. Four discolored walls and a roof, with a window that was shut and a large . Someone had placed a garden pot next to the door, but nothing had blossomed yet out of it, though a small yellow feathered bird had begun making its nest in the pot, arranging various twigs and leaves to be some kind of nest. The youngling shooed the Manollium away, and took a moment to break the nest apart. While the bird cawed angrily at this destroyer, it left the child alone. If the bird continued what it was doing, the plants inside would never grow. With some care, some water and some nutrients, the plants inside would show progress in a day, and bear fruit within a week even. Course, they would only grow if the resident inside took care of the plant. The youngling breathed in, composed himself, and knocked on the door. He hoped the newcomer wouldn’t be too angry. ________ Bones jumped up, startled at the noise at his door. After pausing a moment to stop his breathing, he realized his right hand had instinctively grabbed the closest thing to a weapon: a simple carving knife. Setting it down on the table before him and next to the datapad he had been reading a few moments ago, and looked around him. The house, if he could call it that, was very bland, almost prisonlike. The bare walls barely showed their painted brown color in the dim blue light of the lamp on the table. The floor was dusty, with only a bright blue rug at the doorway to rub any dirt on. There were some stairs in one corner of the room that led to some basic toiletries, which included only a sink, a urinal, and a mirror. On the opposing side of the room was a cot, holding a blanket, and a small bag of clothes: Bones’ personal items. All of his other gear, like his rifle and his vibroknife, had been taken away from him, held somewhere else on the ship. All he had was his clothes, and his scarf around his neck. Bones sighed as he tugged at the scarf in force of habit, loosening it slightly. This place wasn’t prison, he reminded himself. He had been told multiple times he could leave the house anytime and explore the ship, with the exception of the hangar bays. He just didn’t feel like it was proper of him yet. Another knocking at the door, this time more frantic. Bones got up from his seat and strided over. As the door whizzed open, the Tognath thought that someone was playing a prank on him. There was no one there. A noise got his attention. Bones looked down and realized it wasn’t a prank. It was a youngling. Not even a mature one. “You’re not Moza…” Bones commented. The youngling shook its hammer-like head and rapidly made a bunch of chirps and clacks with its two mouths. “Whoah whoah, what? Um, don’t you speak common?” Another shake of the head. Bones sighed. He didn’t know how to speak the Ithorians native language, and this youngling appeared to either not understand basic or just hadn’t mastered speaking it. To be fair, they did have two mouths and four throats. Learning a new language had to be an experience for them. “Well, whatever, makes no difference I guess. That for me?” Bones asked as he pointed to the basket that the child carried. The child nodded and held it out. Taking it, Bones opened it up and studied it. He felt the youngling’s eyes on him. He knew how he probably looked. With no facial expressions due to his exoskeleton, Bones probably acted like a robot more than anything the child had seen. He couldn’t scowl, or grin, or anything like that. And with the language barrier... He reached in and pulled out what looked like an oblong grey rock and held it out. “What’s this? I don’t think I can eat this…” The child shook its head and held out its hands for the object. Taking it, he shook it once and knocked on it, showing how to identify something about it. Bones watched curiously and said nothing. Eventually the child then took the object and smashed it on the ground once. Bones nearly yelled, but the sound of the object cracking in half. Out from the object dribbled a colorful mixture of purple and grey juices, as well as a multitude of tiny white seeds. “Fruit! Thats fruit!” Bones exclaimed, to the child’s nodding. He held out one of the halves to Bones and proceeded to pretend to drink out of the other, though Bones knew these Ithorians ate mostly flies. Bones did the same, unhooking his rebreather for a moment to take a gulp. He nearly gagged on the juice. It was incredibly sour but thin. It washed around his mouth like water, but tasted like it should’ve been thick. The seeds also gave it a texture that was unpleasant. Bones attempted to swallow the stuff, only for the seeds to get caught at the back of his throat. He coughed a few times, breathing in some of the toxic oxygen, making the entire ordeal worse. Clumsily, he quickly re-equipped his rebreather. “That..” Bones began to cough out between breaths. “...was, ahem, different. You like this stuff?” The child shrugged and held out his own half, still containing the juice inside. “No, no thanks… What is this?” Bones asked. He pointed to the fruit and asked again, hoping to get his point across. The child gave an answer. “It’s...Lu...Lumas fruit? More like sour fruit. Blech…” Without a second thought, Bones tipped the rest of the sour juices into the potted plant next to him. Maybe the plants would like the stuff more then he. The child chipped and buzzed something and began pointing at the Tognath’s neck. “Huh?” Bones asked. The child pointed again. Bones grabbed his scarf. “This?” The child nodded. Bones gently untied it and bent down. This child brought him some fruit, he might as well satisfy its curiosity. Without letting the child touch it, Bones held the scarf gently, showing off the lovely blue silk and fine golden embroidery. Golden stars were stitched in all long the scarf’s length, and at the center, the golden outline of a flying, two handed creature. The child reached out to touch the scarf. At first Bones flinched away, but after a longing look from the child, he sighed and held it out again. The child’s fingers ran across the smooth silk, gently wrinkling it. He began to trace the animal and said something in Ithorese. “Ya...ya a mynock” Bones said, pretending to understand the child. At that moment, the small yellow-feathered Manollium swooped between the two, and grabbed the scarf with its claws. Before the two could react, the bird took off, carrying its newfound treasure away. “Hey!” Bones shouted. He was suddenly up and chasing after the bird, with a startled but excited youngling dashing after him. “Give that back!” The bird flew on, towards the jungle line. Bones knew that getting the bird was a fool’s choice, but he had to. That scarf was too important to him. He had to get it back. Without a moment of hesitation, he charged into the brush of the jungle line.
  7. Identity Real Name: Sreth Kikik A.K.A: “Bones” Homeworld: Coruscant Species: Tognath Physical Description Age: 19 Height: 5'11 Weight: 218 lbs Hair: None Eyes: Black Sex: Male Equipment Clothing or Armor: Traveler clothes, Exoskeleton. Weapon: Worn down Slugthrower Rifle, Slugthrower pistol, Vibroknife. Common Inventory: Rebreather apparatus(Chest) and mask, Eye covers, Communication system (Implant), Ammo Belt, a slightly faded blue scarf embroidered with a golden mynock Faction Information Force User, Force Sensitive or Non-Force User Force Sensitive Alignment: Neutral Good Current Faction Affiliation: Jensaarai Current Faction Rank: Hopeful History Force Side: Light Trained by: N/a Trained who: N/a Known Skills: Firearms Maintenance: Skilled Marksmanship: Skilled Hand-to-hand Combat: Skilled Vehicle Piloting: Novice Speederbikes: Skilled Engineering: Skilled Background: Sreth was born in a relatively good position on Coruscant. He and his sister were not poor, but not necessarily rich. Their parents worked as maintenance employees and made sure they had their basics provided. Sreth and his sister, Muv, were inseparable, partially because of being eggmates that grafted together, and also because they had similar interests. The two would often engage in activities that bordered on illegal, but never anything truly illicit. Sometimes it would be racing their parents speeder bikes, sometimes it was going into the underground just to watch and study the people there, sometimes it was fixing speeder bikes at the nearby garage to help their folks with the bills, and sometimes it would be breaking into a building to steal back stolen property to return to the rightful owners. Even when their parents died due to a ‘mechanical error’, the two carried on. They used what funds they got from their dead parents to run a little repair shop. Still, the two wanted a more exciting life. Muv in particular wanted to get into bounty hunting. Eventually she found a report of a criminal she had seen before, and convinced her brother that they could get a big reward and get into the bounty hunting guild on the planet. The two could be the “Muscle and Bones” of the law, with her being the active “Muscle” and him being the supportive “Bones”. However, their plan went badly. When they ambushed the target outside a casino, the target managed to injure Sreth and fatally wounded Muv before dying. Sreth wept as he held his dying sister in his arms in the dirty street. Her last words would continue to haunt him in his dreams. What was worse, the bounty was not for dead or alive, and so Sreth received no payment. Sreth tried to run his repair shop as best as he could, but without his sister, it proved to be impossible. Eventually he had to sell it and moved off world to Ord Mantell, thinking he could find work there. However, the best he could do was odd jobs, and eventually was forced to do work for the local crime syndicate. His species' natural immunity to pain made him an ideal enforcer. Then the worst occurred. While bullying a shopkeeper into giving the funds he owed, Sreth threatened the shopkeeper’s child. However, this didn’t have the effect he hoped for and the shopkeeper attacked Sreth. The attack startled him and he accidentally fired his slugthrower. In the pursuing brawl, Sreth killed the shopkeeper as well. Having the blood of the innocent on his hands, Sreth wept. He remembered how he and his sister were going to be a force for good. Her last words to him was to do something good with his life. And he was failing her. Overcome with guilt, Sreth turned himself into the local authorities. However, while in prison, Sreth had a visitor who asked him why he killed the people, and why he was doing what he was doing. What started as just brief answers turned into a full blown confession of his entire life. The being revealed that they were a member of a group called the Jensaarai, and if he wanted redemption and a chance to regain his honor, he could come with them. Sreth agreed. The next day he was released (a well placed bribe and some expert convincing ‘erased’ his crime) and taken away by the stranger. Sreth understood that his new life was going to be hard. He had to relearn much of his life. And he had a debt to pay back to the galaxy. But now, he would have a guiding hand.
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