Vrook Lamar
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Post by Vrook Lamar on Jun 22, 2011 21:43:51 GMT -5
*Another shadow also passes over the landscape, but goes unnoticed because it does not pass between the sun and the sentients below. Also giant dragons tend to be much more riveting than passing shuttles. Vrook flies past overhead in time for him to see the enormous Arkanian dragon blow a column of fire at Lee. Banking quickly, he punches in an autopilot sequence while circling back to the Praxeum entrance, then unbuckles himself from the pilot's chair and slaps the button to lower the ramp. A moment later the shuttle slows to a motionless hover almost thirty meters above the ground as Master Vrook leaps out the back.
He drops nearly ten stories through the air to hit the ground with a soft boom, landing in a crouch directly between the dragon and the Wookiee. Standing quickly, he hurls a Force Wave with one hand at Tal, with enough power to bring him up short but not to injure him or throw him very far backwards. At the same time he holds up his other hand towards the mother dragon in a clear gesture, though he does not use any Force power on her.*
"STOP!!"
*The whole area resonates with the sound of command in Master Vrook's voice, a command clearly meant for the dragon as well as everyone else. The sound causes a number of icecicles to break off and fall to the ground, and a couple piles of snow to slide off the Praxeum roof. Now that he has everyone's attention, Vrook glances at the cloud of steam where Lee was last seen, and then sizes up the remaining Jedi and the Wookiee, making note of their condition and inferring much about what had happened inside.*
"I don't suppose any of you thought to try Form Zero, hmm? Arkanian Dragons are said to be intelligent; let me handle this."
*Master Vrook turns for the first time to fully face the mother dragon and addresses it.*
"Great dragon, it seems that my little ones have gotten themselves into a fight with yours. But let there not be any further loss of life. As their elders, you and I can put a stop to this. If you will let me, I would like to work out a peaceful resolution with you. To prove to you my peaceful intentions, I surrender to you my claws for the duration of our conversation."
*So saying, Vrook unclips his lightsaber from his belt and, without igniting it, tosses it underhanded to land in front of the dragon.*
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Post by Firaxan Shark on Jun 22, 2011 21:48:32 GMT -5
*At the sound of the new arrival's voice, the mother dragon freezes in place in spite of herself. The command cuts through her anger and righteous indignation at the killing of her young one and echos inside her head. To her surprise, she understands the word, even without the human's obvious body language. She growls quietly, annoyed that her vengance has been interrupted, but also intrigued by this creature who has dropped out of the sky to land in front of her. This one carries a sense of power and authority around him, much like... like the one so long ago who built the place in which her young ones now reside. She was very young herself at the time, and had almost forgotten the one who was here before.
The mother dragon peers closely at the Jedi Master, straining to grasp or at least infer the meaning of the sounds he is now making. She bares her teeth as he pulls out the short metal stick at his side - she remembers those! But then he tosses it lightly to her and she looks down at it. Hmmm. Well, it can't hurt to hear what he has to say. If she can't understand him or he can't make a convincing argument, she can always still avenge her young ones afterwards. But also she can sense that this being is worthy of trust and respect, like the one who built the nesting grounds.
Having considered this, the dragon places one foot gently on top of the metal stick so that the human cannot use his powers to get it back, and then she lowers her head slowly to his level.*
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Vrook Lamar
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Post by Vrook Lamar on Jun 22, 2011 22:25:29 GMT -5
*Master Vrook steps up to the dragon fearlessly, confidently and rests a hand on its snout. Aided by the physical contact, he is able to use something similar to Beast Trick to communicate the meaning of his words through his touch.*
"My little ones meant yours no harm, and were only defending themselves. They merely came looking for something that had been left by those of us that lived here before, not realizing that you had claimed this place as a nesting ground for your little ones. If you are not willing to let us take the object with us, then I am content to let you and your brood continue to act as its guardians. All I ask is that you allow us to depart, and we will not disturb you or your nesting ground again. However, should you choose to persist in seeking vengance against them, know that I will be forced to defend them in spite of any mistakes they may have made. They are my surrogate hatchlings, and therefore if necessary I will protect them with the same fervor with which you came to the aid of your own children."
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Post by Firaxan Shark on Jun 22, 2011 22:54:22 GMT -5
*The mother of all dragons couldn't understand Vrook word for word, but the added aided ability of the Force upon physical contact helped her understand what he was saying in general. He wanted them both to part ways. They would not take what was the source of their nest. They would simply leave, and vow never to come back.
The dragon hesitated for a long moment, seeming to mull it over. There had been apparent loss on both sides. She did not wish to harm her children further, though she wouldn't have minded finishing off a few more of the intruders to her nest. However, she finally moved her head away from Vrook's hand. Still, she kept her head low and took a couple steps back so that she was no longer stepping on the Jedi's tool.
It was a clear sign of agreement on her part. She looked back to the nest, knowing her children were now safe within it's walls. She looked back to Vrook and gave a quiet roar of acceptance. She turned her back towards the group and took to the skies yet again, vanishing from sight.*
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Post by Lee Katarn on Jun 22, 2011 23:35:06 GMT -5
*Lee watched as the dragon fell to the ground. However, rather than it dropping dead, it still had enough life left in it to let out a single roar. He looked around, noting that now the other dragons had stopped their advance and were heading back into their home. Had the larger dragon called them off? Why did they not continue their pursuit? Lee took a few steps back from the dragons dead body as his sabers were recalled to his hands and placed on his belt. There was an eerie silence. The tension was so thick that Lee could feel the air itself grow heavy. Something was wrong, the Force was telling him that much. A chill ran down his spine as he sensed something massive nearby. He hadn't sensed a Force signature quite like it before. Lee was looking around for the source, but was soon frozen in his tracks when a massive shadow loomed over the group. That was an ill omen if there ever was one. The shadow vanished, but shortly after a large thud could be heard. Lee turned slowly towards the sound as the mother dragon gave out a mighty roar at him. When he turned to face her, the dragon had let loose her firery breath.* "What the f-." *Boom**Lee had little time to react to the dragon's attack and if he didn't act quickly, he'd be consumed by the flames and there'd be little left of him. It was a technique Lee knew instantly to use, though he rarely used such a technique if he ever used it at all. However, now was not the time to debate if it would work or not and if he could remember if he had used it before. He quickly thrust his hands outword and a protective bubble formed around him. It took the brunt of the flames for him though while he was in the midst of the flames, he could tell the bubble was wanting to collapse on him from the sheer force and power of the dragon's attack. It was taking every ounce of will Lee had in him to keep it together. Sweat was beginning to drip from Lee's forehead as he continued to hold out against the dragon's massive attack. When the flames finally subsided, the bubble was released and Lee collapsed in the middle of the watery crater. The heat left from the attack and the steam was still hot enough while Lee was in the midst of it to feel like an oven. The dragon's flames were intense and the heat left from it in the aftermath was awe inspiring. It had taken awhile, but the steam was finally beginning to clear. Lee had been baking alive and he feared if he tried to move, the dragon would simply finish him off. Atleast while he had been in the midst of the steam, the dragon wasn't bothering him. Hopefully she thought him dead. Lee certainly felt like he should be at this point. With the dragon's beating wings, it only helped to clear out the steam to the point where Lee's body was visible. Visible and obviously not completely roasted, though Lee felt like he was pretty baked. Sensing the dragon's presence leaving them, Lee tried to get up. However, the best he could do was position himself on his elbows as he was flat on his belly. However, he only slipped and his face planted into the ground. Lee could hardly move. He remembered Master Vandar saying how the power he just used could momentarily immobilize the user, but Lee didn't expect this. He doubted, however, that all of it was from the use of the power. Lee felt weak, drained, roasted, and pretty banged up. Clearly the young Jedi had seen better days. He didn't know yet that Vrook was still with him. He didn't know if his friends had been attacked. He had little understanding of his surroundings at the moment. The most prevailiant thought on his mind was to crawl to his ship now that the dragon was gone. Crawl there and see if anyone else survived. He didn't even bother to consider if the dragon had totaled his ship or not. A rather audible groan could be heard from the slight crater as well as some shuffling around. Lee was now crawling to where he last knew his ship was, smoke and steam visibly rolling off his armor as he did.*
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Post by Taloombray on Jun 23, 2011 3:16:29 GMT -5
*Taloombray's reckless Final Battle-minded charge was halted by the sudden appearance of a human elder. The elder literally fell out of the sky to land unharmed between him and the rage spirit that was the monstrous beast. As if that wasn't was startling enough, the booming command of "STOP!" was issued with such force and authority literally knocked the now-still soldier backwards. The elder was apparently someone to be reckoned with and seemed to command respect by his very presence.*
*The Wookiee stood still, panting in the white-cold. He was very confused by the whole scene playing out in front of him. Not only had this elder human effectively short-circuited his combat rage with a single booming word, but he now seemed to be talking with the great rage spirit beast. Actually talking with it. Who was this being who could speak to spirits made manifest?*
*The soldier's befuddled curiosity was cut short however, when he heard a groan from back where the others — minus Tomias, who had apparently begun chasing him — were standing. Turning away from the oddity of the elder human speaking to the beast, Taloombray looked back to his fellows and the source of the sound. Was that movement in the now-dispersing steam where the General had been?*
*Curious, and inexplicably uncomfortable by the scene of the elder human conversing with the enormous beast, Taloombray reversed his tack and trotted back to the source of the sound. As he neared the now water-filled steaming crater, he slowed, expecting the unpleasant sight of of his commanding officer's charred body. There was no body, however, and a very obvious dragging tracks leading away. Looking up, he saw movement near the shuttle and moved to investigate. Though the white-cold was about a foot deep, it didn't take Taloombray long to spot… General Katarn?!*
<General!>
*The Wookiee crossed the short distance to where the prone and crawling Jedi lay in the white-cold and sank to his knees in the stuff next to the mysteriously living man. Taloombray could feel the heat coming off of Katarn's armor as well as seeing evidence of it in the steam coming off of him. Though his instinct was to try to roll the human over onto his back so his injuries might be assessed, Taloombray was no medic, regardless of his many years in the field. He was hesitant to touch the man lest he cause the other any additional harm than had already been sustained. He looked up and called to his Jedi compatriots.*
<Over here! The General is alive!>
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Post by Lee Katarn on Jun 23, 2011 14:07:35 GMT -5
*As Lee was crawling his way to the ship, he felt something lift him up. He was carried to the ship the rest of the way and settled inside. He couldn't tell who had helped him or if it was simply the Force itself that had lifted him. He was still very dazed and confused. The events around him were like a fog. All he knew is that somehow he was placed in the ship he had rented.
He heard some mumblings. There was speaking, but Lee couldn't tell who or what it was. He did, however, recognize the familiar sound of a ship's engines firing up. Someone was alive. Someone was piloting his ship. Did his team survive the dragon? Lee wasn't quite sure at this point. All he knew is that the shuttle he had rented was on the move and leaving the Praxeum.*
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Post by Tomias Shoryu on Jun 27, 2011 19:08:16 GMT -5
*Tomias stops in his tracks and covers his face as the Force signature of a Master is blown past him in his pursuit of Tal. In the blast Tomias could hear a most commanding voice overpower the sound of the blast. Slowly dropping his arms from his face he hears the ridicule of not using Form Zero. He recognized the voice and Tomias wasn't sure to be relieved or more nervous. Looking up Tomias saw Master Vrook. It had been a long time since he's seen Master Vrook. Vrook probably didn't remember him seeing as how little the interacted with each other back on Dantooine.
Tomias doesn't move as Vrook talks with the Arkanian High Dragon. After their exchange Tomias hears Tal shout out that Lee is was still in one piece. Realizing that they were clear of the dragon threat, not the Vrook one, Tomias goes over to help Lee. Once everyone is on the shuttle Tomias pilots the shuttle back to Adascopolis.*
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Vrook Lamar
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Post by Vrook Lamar on Jun 28, 2011 20:54:37 GMT -5
*Vrook watches the dragon leave until it is just a speck before allowing himself a small sigh of relief and telekinetically pulling his lightsaber to himself. He hooks it back onto his belt before turning and seeing that Lee is alive and his friends are already tending to him. That, too, is a relief.*
"Astefan, go with the others and see to Lee. I will follow you and the others back to Adascopolis in my shuttle and help tend to Lee's injuries there."
*Closing his eyes in concentration, Vrook pictures the console of the shuttle in front of him and goes through the motions as if he were still aboard it. Up above, the hovering shuttle decends to hover a few feet above the ground and lowers its ramp, the controls being manipulated through the Force. The Jedi Master leaps aboard and raises the ramp, then pilots the shuttle to follow the others back to the capital.*
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Post by Astefan Macillan on Jun 30, 2011 20:26:02 GMT -5
*When Lee successfully kills the lead dragon and they all retreat back inside, Astefan doesn't even have time to breathe a sigh of relief before feeling a chill run down his spine (which is really saying something considering that he's now standing outdoors in the snow on Arkania). He turns in time to see a far larger dragon land on the ground, and feels the vibrations through the earth as she does so. The Arkanian stares. This must be the mother of all the ones inside the Praxeum, but he had no idea that Arkanian Dragons grew to this size! How the Force are they supposed to defend themselves against THAT?! Maybe they can -
But the dragon isn't wasting any time with mere threats or warnings. She immediately turns and, to Astefan's horror, engulfs his best friend Lee in flame.*
"LEE!!"
*Thanks to the Force bond resulting from their close friendship, Astefan is pretty sure he can still sense Lee, but if his friend hadn't managed to put up any sort of shield in time then he is now going to be rather crispy. Astefan much prefers that his friends not be all crispy. Much as he wants to run into the cloud of steam and assure himself that Lee is okay, the Arkanian keeps his focus on the enormous dragon instead. If his friend is down for the count, then that leaves him in charge of the mission, and he must come up with a plan to get everyone out of this mess. And the Wookiee is already charging to what will inevitably be his death. Some days you just really hate your home planet.
Just when it looks like they are all completely karked beyond hope, something drops out of the sky to make a crater in the snow, scattering it everywhere. When the figure stands up, Astefan is surprised to recognize the commanding voice as Master Vrook's! What the Force is he doing here? Though, he has to admit, for once he is happy to see the codgy old Jedi Master.
Astefan scowls as Vrook admonishes them for not thinking to use Form Zero. He HAD thought to use that, thankyouverymuch, and it wasn't his fault that the smaller dragons didn't want to fight fair. He watches closely as Vrook begins to communicate with the dragon mother, trying to learn from what the Jedi Master is doing. But it's hard to get a good look or sense of it from where he is currently standing, and he is reluctant to get closer.
He twitches as Vrook refers to the other Jedi as his "surrogate hatchlings". Imagine having Vrook for a biological father! That'd be crazy. Anyone who had Vrook for a father would likely suffer from high blood pressure and ulcers due to all the stress of having to live up to the high expectations, not just of Vrook, but of everyone else as well. Though as he thinks about it, Astefan begins to remember times when Vrook did show some fatherly concern, however briefly. At least Vrook would be guaranteed to look after and take a close interest in any child he had, unlike Astefan's father, who had cut his wife and son out of his life.
The Arkanian shakes off these gloomy thoughts to see that Master Vrook's peace talks with the dragon have been successful, and she extends her mighty wings and lifts off into the sky. Damn, it's a shame he couldn't capture that on holovid. Magnificent, in a very deadly sort of way. He takes his eyes off of the dragon shrinking into the distance at the sound of the Wookiee's voice. Well, that's good news if he ever heard it! He nods in acknowledgement to Master Vrook and joins the others in taking Lee aboard the shuttle, departing with them back to Adascopolis.*
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Post by Thon on Nov 2, 2012 17:55:33 GMT -5
The Speeder illusion reaches the enclave before dissipating, leaving Thon in its place.
There it was he thought to himself. Arca Jeth's legacy
The building, for it was a single building, was rather large...well for humanoids, was covered in snow and ice. It was obvious that the building was not being very well maintained, it at all, and that it was only still there, was a testament to the building materials.
Oddly enough, there shows some signs of recent activity, although recent was a relative term when it came to this. It was always hard to figure out when something happened in environments such as this. The fierce wind that occasionally occurred blew around the snow, shifting it, obscuring evidence.
Walking towards the building from where he had landed, Thon found the door to be open.
Odd, the lack of signs of damage, would indicate that this place was left in peace...then why would the door be left open......
Looters.
Sighly deeply, Thon ambled into the enclave through the rather large size door.
Comfortably large.
It was nice to have a doorway that allowed someone other than these small humanoids to comfortably walk through. It wasn't that Thon had to deal with this much over the past few decades, but all of the door ways he had seen through the illusions, made him feel very large.
Entering, he found himself in a entrance hallway of sorts.
He could also feel a...familiar presence?
"Ngrt.....I sense a presence I have not felt since......"
When did he last sense this? It had been a long time ago. Decades upon decades. Not enough decades for a century, but enough for half of one.
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Post by Firaxan Shark on Nov 2, 2012 23:16:35 GMT -5
Deep in the Praxeum, in the darker inner rooms, two-year-old dragons lay flopped upon each other. There were eight in total and they tried to keep as close to their original brooding nest and its warming green glow. Of course, given that they were each roughly the size of a dewback, it wasn't like they could all fit in there. So three were squeezed into the small room with the glowing green jewel on the pedestal and the other five were scattered in the interestingly roomy hallways and the adjoining rooms.
Having eaten their fill several days ago on a hunt, they were now decidedly in "lay around and sleep" mode. In their slumber they did not notice the tell-tale sounds of something in their stoney warren, nor the smell of something new. They slept on, undisturbed.
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Post by Thon on Nov 2, 2012 23:30:54 GMT -5
Thon ambled at a rather comfortable pace through the hallways.
To any normal Arkanian or other humanoid, it would look like he was running, and any of them would be hard press to keep up with him. It helped that he was two meters tall and three meters long and had four legs meant to move like this.
His eyes were closed, shifting through memories, trying to not think too hard about them, else he would realize that these people were long dead now, looking for a presence similar to this.
That is, until he ran head first into a breathing hunk of living material. Or at least he assumed so, since it was defintely not part of the building design, and was soft and pudgy feeling...well...as much as he could tell from the brief moment he had crashed into it.
He moved back after hitting, and took a moment to start focusing on the here and now, and as to how he had ran into this thing without noticing it.
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Post by Firaxan Shark on Nov 3, 2012 1:08:14 GMT -5
The young dragon who was roused from his sleep grumbled and shifted, not initially noticing that that which had awoken him wasn't one of his siblings headbutting him to move. With a sleepy stretch it yawned a mouth full of teeth and opened an eye.
As it was dark in the hall where they were, and reptilian eyesight wasn't particularly good, the dragon did not initially notice that the large reptilian mass of the Jedi master wasn't one of his siblings. That was until the scent of something new struck his nostrils. Waking more from his food-induced sleep, the young dragon rose to its hind feet and wingclaws with a growl to rose his siblings. Movement behind him was testament to the connection the remaining clutchmates shared.
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Post by Thon on Nov 3, 2012 11:07:31 GMT -5
After literally bumping into a large living...creature, Thon took a second to study what was happening in front of him.
Well, it wasn't exactly large, it was smaller than he was, and now it was moving. As well as similar shapes behind it were moving. That meant that there were more of them.
They looked like Willm Lywin's offspring...except far smaller, and not enough legs. Actually know that he thought about it, they looked like Hssiss.
During this thought process, Thon had also set his sphere of control to about fifty meters, most of the building. There was a nexus of Force energy, with that familiar presence all about it.
"Ngrrr, who..are...you?" Thon asked in a very broken basic language.
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Post by Firaxan Shark on Nov 3, 2012 23:39:29 GMT -5
The young dragon, not knowing the meaning of the sounds emintating from the invader, hiss-roared in warning. Behind him, similar warnings came from his siblings. One even spouted a small burst of fire to provide some momentary light in the dark hallway.
In the room with the green glow, word had gotten back to the more dominant siblings. The one who had taken the role of alpha after the loss of their older brother the year before hissed reptile instructions to her siblings out in the hall the farthest from the intruder. Rousing themselves, they made their way down that hallway and around the various twists and turns in the praxium. Perhaps this time they would be able to defend their nest without the invaders slaughtering them.
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Post by Thon on Nov 4, 2012 0:33:25 GMT -5
There was a split second fire that was given by one of these Hssiss mimics.
Thon could sense a few more of them trying to get around him, to surround him. They took no heed to what he had said, but given that they were trying to flank him, indicated that they were intelligent. Time to take another approach, hopefully with no violence.
Using the Force, as to understand the creature, he projected into its head, in a fashion it would understand, "Who are you?"
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Post by Firaxan Shark on Nov 4, 2012 1:18:21 GMT -5
The young dragon snorted, confused by the alien... things... in his head. They were ideas, but ideas contained in something other than images, sounds, smells, feelings, tastes, or understanding of what happens next. Something small and did not represent the meaning they had.
The beast snorted and bobbed its head as it dealt unknowing with the concept of words and abstract meaning. Despite its intelligence, his mind worked in images and the stuff of the senses so words were strange to him. He didn't understand why he understood them, but somehow this interloper could be understood.
When the dragon finally responded, it was in an odd and broken way which played on the senses rather than with the invader's strange abstract small things. Though not standard to his species, growing up in the glow of the Jedi's magical jewel had imparted something of rudimentary low-level telepathy in the clutch. That was how they were able to communicate with one another in ways more sophisticated than a beast — even a clever one — might have been able to. That was how he responded to Thon now.
The dragon's answer was not in words, but flashes of images as seen from his perspective of his siblings, his mother, his species by way of identifying himself. The smells of his clutch and his mother. The sound of them. The feeling of flying in the cold Arkanian sky and of the strain of his muscles as he propelled himself through the air. The taste of his siblings' dusty skin and metalic blood when they play-fought. The fact of their growing up here. All of these things were communicated to the invader.
At this point the "speaking" dragon growled again and advanced a few steps forward aggressively.
His thought-communications flashed a flood of images of the praxeum and his marking smell and that of his siblings.
There were brief scraps of other image- and feeling-based communications the young dragon tried to project to the invader which were blurrier. Instead of glimpses of what the dragon had experienced, they were instead his imaginings, what one might call the beast's creativity since they were drawn from experiences but had not actually happened.
He thought-communicated a blurry image of Thon being driven back and a mixed feeling of being bitten, clawed and burned.
As best he could through his sensory-based thought process, the young dragon tried to relay the fact that this building was theirs and that they would aggressively try to get Thon to leave.
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Post by Thon on Nov 4, 2012 12:33:42 GMT -5
Thon stood his ground where he was, as he processed the information that was being sent to him by this creature, the Hssiss-mimic. Halfway through its answer of who it was, it clicked in his mind, this was one of the Arkanian Dragons, an incredibly rare and near extinct species....well at least from what the twi'lek Tott Doneeta had told him. They obviously had some form of intelligence given the fact that they were able to respond, and more importantly some latent force sensitivity. Yet it had answered in flashes of senses, memories, smells, visions, not words.
Pondering for a moment how to best relay information, he tried a mixture of what the Arkanian Dragon had sent him as well as a few words.
"I am not here to harm." with that he sent over impressions and feelings of peace, or as close to peace as he could attempt to send in this medium. "I will not attack unless you attack first."
Pausing for a moment to let it sink in.
He then sent images, memories, of when he had last visited the enclave, when it was only partially completed, significant portions of it, such as the roof were missing.
" I have been here before, long ago." It was hard to come up with another way to present time. It took a small while of searching his memory for the correct bit for it. Eventually he settled on showing a particular rock near his home on Ambria, in a time lapse fashion over the course of several months in ten seconds.
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Post by Firaxan Shark on Nov 9, 2012 1:44:53 GMT -5
The "speaking" dragon growled again as the intruder communicated via images and the other senses that he had been there before. The message was somewhat received as intended, but the dragon's general impression was that the message was some form of claim of territory.
At this point the impromptu representative's siblings appeared on other sides, flanking the intruder on one side. They didn't advance beyond making their presence known, but hissed warningly. Meanwhile the "speaker" continued the conversation with greater ease than he had before given the largely successful efforts of the past few moments.
In answer to the intruder's time-lapse concept of a stone weathering time, the young dragon shared flashes of shared memory. Strange two-legged things with fur on their heads and one with all fur intruding into their nest. Sticks which glew and hissed and burned. With a growing feeling of anger and aggression adding emotional pressure to the shared sensory information, images of injured dragons—clearly his fellow hatchlings—and the smell of burning flesh and the sound of pained reptilian cries were transmitted to the intruder.
Much in the way the outsider had tried to communicate time, the young dragon tried to communicate the death of four of his clutch mates. Using memories of the original dozen of them together as small hatchlings compared to more recent memories of the remaining eight of them, he tried to express the current state of the situation. Flashes of images of decayed corpses, the smell of rotting bodies, and the feeling of when a prey animal's life force ends with the break of its neck or breathing its last breath were sent along the connection.
The last message the young representative tried to communicate was muddled and far less organized than the prior efforts had been. This stemmed from the fact the concept was one not native to the beast's experience and its abstract meaning could not be summed up through sensory experiences, real or imagined. Still, he tried.
An image of their mother—colossal and fearsome and with a palpable requirement to respect her—holding her nose down to the level of one of the two-legged things. The two-legged thing had white fur on its head and was touching their mother's nose. Then a flash of some local animal, obviously a male, interacting with juveniles of the same species superimposed itself on the image of the white-furred two-leg which was again superimposed with a flash of the glowing-stick-holding two-legs.
The last bits of the attempted communication included even more erratic images and sensory information. A large stone. The solidness of a stone wall. Silence. The warmth of the green glow that came from the jewel in their nest room, the blurry created "memory" of him lying curled around it while his siblings drove off faceless two-legs who wanted the green jewel, and reoccurring flashings of the image of the white-furred two-leg.
It was admittedly a stretch to try to communicate. The abstract concept of promise does not deal in the currency of animals, regardless how clever they are.
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Post by Thon on Nov 9, 2012 19:55:06 GMT -5
Thon awaited a response as the creature was processing the information. While he was waiting, other creatures, similar in size growled at him. Perhaps warning? or greetings? he did not know.
After a short while the creature started to send flashes of imagery, memories of things.
Intruders showed up....humans or possibly arkanians who were wearing...Jedi clothing? They looked slightly like a Jedi. And there was one with them with next to no clothes, besides some armour. It was of a species Thon had never seen before, or at least one that he did not remember.
The lightsabers put the question in his mind to rest. They were most definitely Jedi. Well...except for the hairy species representative. It was using a rather odd looking sword, greatly oversized for the typical human...perhaps a non-standard weapon, something that isn't mass produced. Although come to think of it, he wasn't entirely sure what was considered mass produced now, or even what weapons were common still. Thon assumed blasters were still popular given he had seen more than a few on security officials in Adascopolis. Speaking of projectile weapons, the hairy species member had what looked like a crossbow on his back....except it didn't seem to be given in the brief flashes of memory he hadn't seen any ammunition. Maybe it was a Grey Paladin? It would explain why there was a odd being out of what seemed to be a distinctly Jedi orientated group.
While he mused about this, the flashes became filled with pain. The twelve perspectives, or as far as he had been able to tell from the way that the flashes were positioned became eleven, then ten then nine and finally eight. So the Jedi had killed some of these creatures, the Arkanian dragons, had they? That was interesting, especially given how rare they are. They should know better.
Flashes of decaying bodies, and of death followed, confirming what Thon had thought earlier... or at the very least could easily guess.
Then there was a older one, a human or at the very least a near human who came into the flashes to talk with a large statue? That doesn't seem righ...right...oh....frakkkk.
Thon cringed at the memory flash of it. It seemed like something out of a nightmare of his, and all he could think of, is that That is what klarking large hssiss even if it wasn't a Hssiss, it's similarities were disturbing.
The human or near-human, was talking to it, about something, however Thon wasn't focused so much as to what they were saying as what the white haired human or near human was. He seemed famaliar. He was certainly old enough looking that Thon might of seen him during the Great Sith War or prior during his time teaching at Ossus. He almost looked like....wait...
Was that Vrook Lamar? The old looking human, with missing hair. Time had not done him much kindness it would seem. Thon couldn't tell much more from the brief flashes of memory.
Then there was flashes of a stone wall and nothingness...quietness perhaps? This was followed by reappear flashes of the humanoid that had a weird resemblance to Vrook Lamar and the larger dragon, what he assumed was a parent of these...eight dragons.
Thon was having trouble understanding what the flashes were suppose to be telling. Asking for clarification is what he would usually do in this situation. Except that clarification was a hard thing to explain. Random tangents would not help here.
It wasn't that the Beings were threatening him, but they were trying to communicate something with him. It was like trying piece together a puzzle with all sorts of wonky blocks in places that were slightly wrong in shape. It was hard to begin with to understand their communication, memory flashes from a Being that wasn't similar, and who's brains worked on an entirely different level of thought. It would of been easy to figure out what the Vrook-similar being significance if he could hear what Vrook had been saying, for it was clear he had been saying something in the memory, but sadly he couldn't understand it. It may of been due to the Arkanian Dragons not being meant to understand language of that sort, and therefore place a lower priority on hearing the specifics of another creature, or just plain and simply it was out of their range of hearing.
"Wait a second....wasn't that...?"
Something clicked in his mind as he reached out with the Force towards the familiar presence he had felt in the Force. It was sentient yet not quite, and was heavily steeped in the Force. And now he had a hint of what it was he went back and compared it.
Ah
It was Arca's Holocron. That was the presence that was being emanated from here. That explained a lot. Most namely that was what so familiar. He had held onto that Holocron for a few years on loan from Odan-Urr, and had trained Arca for more than a few years on Ossus.
As interesting as this was however, his few minutes of thinking over it, had done little in a way of deciphering what the final memory flashes were trying to get across.
The rock had to have some significance, it looked similar to the rock he had sent them. There also had to be some point of the story. Else it showed nothing else except for them being acttacked by Jedi, outsiders. They had no reason to suspect that he was a Jedi, the most likely defining feature of a Jedi is a lightsaber, and while Thon had two, a normal size for a humanoid, which barely rated as a shoto for him, and a his old lightsaber he had built for cermony purposes, huge for any other creature to try and use it.
Maybe they thought he was going to attack them, although he had thought he had been rather set with his message of non-violence.
So what was it?
Thon was heavily confused as to what it was.
They key to this was whatever had been said by the older Jedi.
Embarrassed to this, he finally sent a reply back to the Dragon he had been conversing with.
I do not understand what you are saying With it, he sent a feeling of confusion.
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Post by Firaxan Shark on Nov 16, 2012 10:28:19 GMT -5
The young dragon representative received and understood the feeling of confusion the intruder sent. Though it wasn’t one of the physical five senses which were the domain of the creature’s mind, it was a mental state that he’d experienced, so it translated well enough. That said, precisely what the intruder was confused about was not as easy to identify for the beast.
The dragon understood confusion over physical things—unknown smells or sounds, prey which behaved oddly, being somewhere unknown, and so on—but confusion over an abstract concept was as hard for him to understand as it was for him to communicate the abstract concept that caused the confusion in the first place.
So he “repeated” himself as best he could. This time, however, instead of focusing on the problematic non-physical meaning of what the white-furred two-leg had communicated to their mother, the dragonling focused on what he understood that would mean. That of course made the images and other sensory information passed along to the intruder more watery and vague as they were projected creations of his bestial imagination rather than shared actual memories of experiences.
He envisioned being with his siblings together in the warm—but not just physically warm—green glow of the treasure in their nesting room. But then there was an intruder which fluctuated like some sort of liquid artwork from the glowing-stick-weilding two-legs, to the normal white-furred two-legs who sometimes came her, to a blurry and rock-like rendition of the current intruder. The representative imaginary thief stole the green treasure and fled, being chased by the hatchlings.
Again the representative dragon took the opportunity to express the power and danger of he and his siblings by communicating the sound of hissing, roaring, snapping teeth, and the feel of slashing claws and breaking bones crunched in their jaws.
But in the imagined scenario communication the old white-furred two-leg which had communicated with their mother stole back the green jewel while their mother—an image far more solid and detailed than anything else in this watercolor scene—devoured the original thief. The old white-furred two-leg then returned the green treasure to the pedestal in their nesting room, and they returned contented.
The young dragon repeated this imagined story a few times in a number of different scenes; always someone invading to take the green thing, their mother eating the intruder, and the old white-furred two-leg returning the item to their nest.
Trying to communicate the end result of the promise that no one would take their jewel from them did look a lot like a gifting of it. Or, as in the minds of the dragons, it was part of their territory and an alpha male of another powerful species would protect that territory. But therein lay the issue with abstract thoughts in the minds of animals.
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Post by Thon on Nov 16, 2012 17:48:24 GMT -5
Now it made sense to Thon. Well...made some form of odd sense regardless.
The Jedi had some form of misunderstanding, and then promised to leave, and let them be. That made a whole heck of a lot more sense. Now the question was, what in the twenty seven voids had complled the Jedi to fight them and to leave the holocron here.
Regardless, it seemed the Vrook look-a-like had promised the Arkanian Dragons that he would protect them if something were to take Arca's holocron.
That meant, he probably should stop infringing on their 'territory'.
Sending over words, that translated into a manner in which the dragons should understand
I'm leaving now, I am sorry to intrude upon you. I will bring gifts of food to make amends for my trespassing, and would gladly give gifts if I may search around here at a later date.
Somehow he was going to come back here, bearing gifts, and try and find some of the equipment other than the holocron that had been left behind.
Leaving the Arkanian dragons, he ambled out of the building and into the snow outside.
Levitating up, he wiped his prints from the ground, and then re-disguised himself with the Force, using the same illusion he had done when he had arrived.
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