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Osarian Countryside and Terrain

Post by Derry Angeles » Mon Apr 30, 2012 1:35 am

Scenic lakes, beaches, and small forests with rivers running through them made up the countryside of the lush planet. There were the occasional small mountain ranges, and miles and miles of perfect blue skies.
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Re: Osarian Countryside and Terrain

Post by Venku » Thu May 10, 2012 8:01 pm

**Thora spotted what appeared to be a small heard of wild game animals a few kilometers away, and landed in a nearby glade, before telling Venku which direction the heard was from the glade as she dropped her boarding ramp. As soon as they could fit through the widening gap the five Yapi scuttled through and trotted off through the trees on all fours, their knives tucked into belts on their backs. Thora watched them race away through the undergrowth of the forest as she closed the ramp again, and sealed herself against anything or anyone outside her pristine hull.

Venku and the others continued their steady lope for over an hour before they found signs of their quarry. They'd found the heard's tracks and sniffed around to catch the scent. One they were sure they had the scent, they began to prowl through the woods towards their prey. They caught up to the heard at a small stream, where the heard had stopped to rest and get a drink of water. The Yapi didn't know what kind of animal formed the heard but was large and some had large branching horns on their heads while others did not. All had a light brown coat of fur covering their bodies, though many had patterns of white in their fur as well. The animal's long legs ended in cloven hooves, those would probably be sharp. The animal with the largest horns stood to one side of the heard, with a short but significant distance between him and the other animals.

Venku and his companions waited nearby and watched the heard, examining each animal and trying to pick one of them to be their next meal. They were patient hunters, and had eaten a small meal earlier that morning, so they could go fro two more days before eating soon became a serious need. For now, they would watch and wait, and grow accustomed to their prey's habits.**
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Re: Osarian Countryside and Terrain

Post by Venku » Wed May 16, 2012 1:51 pm

**14 hours later Venku and his pack are certain they can bring one of the animals down. It's an hour before dawn, and the herd is on the move. probably heading for a watering hole. Venku and his pack follow them at a distance, moving quietly and keeping track of the wind, as the herd moves along the trail, so as to keep their scent from alerting the heard to their presence. After about 20 minutes of following the heard, it stopped at a river bank, and most of it's member were drinking from it's cool waters. Now was the time to attack, while they thought they were safe, and relaxed.

Using hand and eye signals to communicate the Yapi sneak closer, singling out a smaller, and probably younger, individual that seemed to have an excessive amount of confidence. It was frolicking and playing several meters from the rest of the group, in a small field on the river bank. Coming to the edge of the brush at a point between the heard and the individual they were stalking, Valkari, the hunter, waited patiently for the others to get into place. As the other four moved into place the wind shifted, blowing Asgeir's scent to the animal. It stopped playing and stsrted looking for it's heard. Seeing how far it had gone, it began to bolt back, only to come face to face with Valkari, how had jumped out of the brush into it's path and begun barking at it and throwing dirt into it's face. Confused and disoriented it turned and bolted the other direction, right towards Brede who lay still until the animal was almost on top of him, before jumping at the animal's throat, and drawing his knife. His jaws locked onto the animal's throat as his blade ripped through the mussels on the animal's left shoulder.

The animal was in a panic now, trying to get free of Brede, and lashing out as best it could at Asgeir and Venku as they nipped at the creatures sides and flanks. Brede's blade minimized the animal's ability to fight back, now only able to spare one leg to lash out with. Valkari ran at the animal and jumped up on it's back, bringing his blade to bare, at the base of the animal's neck, shattering it's spine just above the shoulders as the crude blade ripped through the fur and flesh. The animal fell, no longer able to control it's body, it landed on it's left side and was soon dead. Venku and his pack glanced towards the fleeing heard, to be sure that no trouble would be coming from them, before digging in. Eahc enjoying the taste of fresh meat, as it had been nearly a month since they had last enjoyed a proper meal.**
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Re: Osarian Countryside and Terrain

Post by Venku » Mon May 28, 2012 10:33 am

**Having eaten their fill, the Yapi set up camp nearby instead of returning to Thora immediately. They gathered limbs and leaves, and built small platforms in the lower branches of a nearby tree. They weave saplings between the branches to form a bed, over which they spread the collected leaves to form a mattress. Once they have finished building their shelters, they draw straws over who'll get what watch and then settle down in their "bunks" for the evening.**
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Re: Osarian Countryside and Terrain

Post by Venku » Mon Apr 08, 2013 12:56 pm

'*|The night passes peacefully enough, a nocturnal predator had approached the camp from the limbs above, but it was easily scared off by the raucous barking of the five Yapi. The next morning the group discussed what to do next. There were many possibilities available to them now, and it was time to begin discussing what they were to do.|*'

-Eidunn-
What will become of us now? We have no home, no kin, and while we have learned much about using the tools of our en-slaver, we still have much to learn. We did well over Tynna, shall we make our living at the expense of others?


-Garik-
We did no more than we used to do at home, raiding a place of plenty for the sake of a needy people. We didn't even kill anyone, well besides those two pilots who fought back, but they new what they were doing.


-Asgeir-
True we did not harm those we didn't have to, but maybe we took from them all they had. We have no way of knowing. We should be careful in selecting our prey, on the ground and in the stars, from now on. There are many fat and sickly beasts to hunt, let us hunt them as they will be harder to bring down.


-Brede-
So from here on we hunt only those who can afford to lose something?


-Venku-
Yes, and we will always hunt those who are like the one who found us. None should be forced to serve another, under any circumstances.


'*|Thus it was decided that the group would hunt only the rich, the powerful, and always they would hunt the slavers. About mid-mourning the group finished picking the bones of yesterday's kill, before washing up in the stream and heading back towards Thora, where the group would decide who to hunt next.|*'
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Re: Osarian Countryside and Terrain

Post by Venku » Tue Apr 09, 2013 8:56 pm

|*'Thunder rolled across the hills as tall dark clouds drifted across the sky above them. The wind blew in fitful gusts from the storm front, bringing the scent of rain and ozone to the Yapi's keen noses. They moved swiftly, now only a few hundred meters from Thora, hoping to reach the shelter of her hull before the pouring rain turned their glossy coats into dull mats of tangled, mud stained fur. They reached Thora just in time, the rain soaked winds now lashing down at them, so that even under her bulk they were sprayed with a fine mist in seconds. Quickly boarding Thora the Yapi dried their fur thoroughly before turning into their respective beds, strewn across the galley floor.

Thora, not wanting to be stuck on the surface after the downpour, lifted off as steadily as she could and rose swiftly through the clouds. She kept going until she reached low orbit, and then stopped, and powered down the unessential systems, leaving only shields, life support, and close range sensors active'*|


=}Thora{=
[>They sleep so soundly, I wonder what sleep is like. Is it like powering down? They seem content and somehow more confident than when they left. I hope they can find a way to rebuild their home, it was a shame that her majesty's bodyguard went on a rampage while she was visiting their village. It was always trying to avoid memory wipes, perhaps I should have insisted she wait aboard ship until the locals arrived. Nothing I do know will change what has happened, I will have to be more careful of my charges in the future. Weapons are all functional, all my shields are in excellent condition, engines are trimmed and tweaked for maximum efficiency, and my hull is pristine. I am as capable of caring for them as I can be. I am ready for whatever journey they may wish to undertake upon waking. <]

(|)-Thora mused silently in the depths of her core, quietly watching the Yapi, while waiting patiently for their next course setting.-(|)
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Re: Osarian Countryside and Terrain

Post by Chessa Bralor » Tue Feb 12, 2019 12:42 am

It had been six days.

At least, she was fairly confident. She’d been keeping track of the daylight and the way the sun and a ginormous moon moved through the sky. Six days since she woken up here (wherever this was). Five days since she’d started walking. To help her remember, she’d tied a little knot into a loose cord tied round her plain linen dress. One for each day since she had woken up.

She ran her fingers over them again to make sure. Yes six.

She did dwell on the fact that those days didn’t really mean anything however, as she had no idea exactly how long she’d been asleep before waking up from the change that had apparently caused her to jump planets and then knocked her unconscious. That wasn’t something she could control, so Chessa was just going to go with six.

They’d done it, she supposed. They’d finally done it.

At eleven years old, Chessa Lyn Bralor had spent her whole life with the Jedi. She only vaguely remembered her first home in the Jedi temple with her parents. Instead, most all her memories of life where of the Nexus planet. She’d grown her whole life with the knowledge that herself and all the Jedi and a few other Force sensitives existed to add light for Ashla, and to complete the very specific task of healing the world they now lived on. Her mother and the Jedi had educated her. She knew all about the History of the Universe, and about how to thrive in wild places, how to put a lightsaber together, how to rewire a circuit, and about how there was so much more stuff out there than the single planet they were on. She never had any reason to doubt there was more out there, especially when she combined the small memories she’d had of her home on Coruscant with the teachings and explanations she’d been given. Experiencing it was something altogether different!

The energy here felt so unlike what she was used to. It felt lighter, like a weight had been taken off her shoulders. Not brighter, but definitely less heavy.

She looked up to the sky again to admire the giant moon. She'd never seen one like this before. That’s how she first realized this was a different planet. The sky was completely different. It was internally both nerve-wracking and extremely exciting to be somewhere new and different. Externally however, she remained ever so calm and composed. It was easier to have a calm demeanor than to let her emotions control her actions. Being calm let her know everything could be handled. She just had to evaluate the situations and put them into perspective. She reminded herself of this often though, especially since she’d had several days with no one to talk to.

Chessa’s hair was the same dark chestnut as her mother’s. Unlike her mother’s very easy straight hair though, Chessa’s was filled with wild curls that refused to be tamed. She’d tried to pull it back into a braid, but it had come undone over and over and for the moment she’d given up. It felt nice blowing in the wind anyway.

Stopping by a small pool of water, the eleven year old paused to gaze on her reflection while resting for a moment to rehydrate. She hadn’t forgotten to consider that she was alone here. Where was her mother, and Reverie and everyone else? She trusted Ashla knew what she was doing, but she really hoped she’d meet up with them soon. She’d never actually thought of what might happen should they complete Ashla’s request to heal her broken planet. This was it, Chessa supposed… Though it wasn’t very interesting to be dropped off alone somewhere.

After her small rest, the girl continued on in what she hopped was still the correct direction. Most of the time she spent looking up at the sky. Right now it was fairly uneventful, though on her second day of walking she saw a ship fly overhead. That had been so exciting. Since then, she’d been walking in that direction. She hadn’t noticed anything else since then except for the different weather pattens and flying creatures. Today was getting very bright, and the breeze was lovely.

Maybe day six would be the day she’d rejoin the others. Chessa smiled to herself. There was only one way to find out.
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Re: Osarian Countryside and Terrain

Post by Rave Satsai » Wed Feb 13, 2019 11:33 am

Osarian was a big place - as most planets were - and there were many places where people could have happened to meet. Big cities full of rich color and pleasant company, well-kept gardens where comfortable strolls could be taken to enjoy the sunshine and the intrigue of conversation. But the nature of Osarian was that of one child standing on the shoulders of another to reach fruit in a high branch. The fruit was in hand, but none of it was ever dropped to the child below, while the child above continued to feast. Osarian and Rhommamool had been such hostile neighbors to each other since time untold, but there were those on Osarian - the planet of plenty and comfort - whose consciences were stung by the continuation of this relationship. They knew it wasn't right. They believed that their neighbors deserved better. They believed in freedom. These individuals didn't meet in the nice places of Osarian, they met in quiet places, and only briefly, then disbanded as though having never encountered one another.

Anywhere talk of freedom was cast around in quiet whispers, certain individuals - frequent fliers on the winds of change - would inevitably appear, quietly asking after those whispers, and such askings inevitably led to meetings in quiet places. Two of the inevitable faces appeared on Osarian that day and met in a quiet place to shake hands with a grim little man whose conscience was stung. He told the two inevitable faces of a place deep in the wild countryside of Osarian where they would find tools of their trade. Or rather, new tools which would serve them well in their trade - their trade being the pursuit of freedom. After shaking hands, the grim little man and the two inevitable faces had parted ways as though having never met. The two inevitable faces boarded an ordinary little ship and rode it out into the wild countryside to a place where a hill rose up out of the ground and crested over on one side like a massive wave, hanging over a little pond where waterfowl swam with their young and providing desirable shade.

As the ordinary, almost box-shaped little ship came to rest on the flat ground near the wave-shaped hill, one of the inevitable faces turned to his comrade and murmured some gruff sound to him through lips that couldn't form the basic speech of most humanoids. The second turned to the first with an amused smile and gestured out the latticed viewport of the ship. "You're telling me. I would have packed a picnic if I'd known it was going to be such a nice place."

The first to speak chuckled deep in his chest - a sound like big rocks rolling down a hill - and ran his shaggy hand over the control console, shutting the ship down. His name was Turok, and he rose from the pilot seat of the ship to stretch his back and press his great Wookie palms against the ceiling of the cabin with a yawn, then spoke another thought about the day outside and headed back into the ship's cargo hold.

The copilot of the ship - and also the mechanic - was Ka'tesh, a man of nearly the same height as the wookie. He was in fact a Zabrak of chalky white skin with the black tribal markings of his heritage criss-crossed over his face. He shook his head as Turok wandered into the back of the ship looking for food to go eat in the shade by the pond, but couldn't do anything else about it. Technically there was nothing for Turok to do until he was done looking over the hardware they'd come to pick up, which could take several hours. He moved a little more purposefully into the cargo bay, ignoring Turok's complaints about the quality of their foodstuffs, and dug out a number of simple and complex tools which he dumped into a molded leather bag and carried with him out of the ship. From deep in his pocket, Ka'tesh produced a small device which the grim little man in the city had placed in his hand at their meeting, and activated it's control switch. Four heavily modified X-wing fighters materialized before him, and after taking a moment to marvel at the especially sleek remodeled hulls of the stealth fighters, he climbed up onto the side of the first one and cracked it open, beginning what would be a fairly lengthy process of going through the physical and digital systems one by one to make sure there were no tracers of any kind. They couldn't afford to have anyone follow them back to Contruum. Ever.

Turok was a wookie of simple means and simple needs. Unlike his tech-savvy companion, Turok's specialties were being charming, and also being less than charming if things went south. Neither skill was required just then, so while Ka'tesh did what he was good at, Turok tucked a few pouches of rations under his arm, slung his crossbow over one shoulder, and meandered off to sit in the shade of the pond.

It really was a nice spot. Turok stood at full height for a moment just to be sure that he could see the little cluster of ships if he needed to, and then sat down on the far side of a little rise so it was all out of view, and he could enjoy the serenity of the shade, and the pond, and waterfowl that chirped and clacked along fully ignoring his hairy self just outside their range of concern. At he watched the scene unfold, Turok tugged open a bag of rations and sifted through them idly, tossing aside some sort of powdered something that was supposed to be mixed and heated, and instead finding a little loaf of meat which he sliced up and arrayed neatly across a handful of bread crisps that he'd also retrieved from the bag. With those beside him and available for snacking at his leisure, Turok picked up the stick he'd collected on the way to his new favorite spot, and began shaving long, hair thin and nicely spiraled shavings of wood off it with the curved edge of his rather over-sized whittling knife.

For a few hours at least, life was good.
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Re: Osarian Countryside and Terrain

Post by Chessa Bralor » Wed Feb 13, 2019 9:07 pm

Seven.

Chessa Lyn ran her fingers over her little calendar made of knots for what was probably the hundredth time today. She was feeling a little worn out. Her tiredness could have been because other than a few berries and roots she’d found, she’d had quite little to eat this week. Most of it quite likely was a result off boredom

The Jedi child really REALLY hoped she was still heading the the correct direction. It had been a few days since she’d seen that ship, and she hadn’t seen any sign of sentient life since then. Whatever this gorgeous world was, it sure had a lot of countryside!

Carrying one of her simple leather moccasins in each hand, and with a sturdy stick she'd found now fastened on her back, Chessa continued on. The grass felt so soft on her bare feet, though it tickled at her ankles. Her mind raced with conversations she simply thought to herself, as well as hypothetical explanations for why she was here, especially so far from any civilization. Was this a test of endurance from Ashla? It seemed a pretty simple trial then... except that she had nothing with her. Back with the Jedi, she’d had a small homemade bag that held her simple belongings. She didn’t need many things, but it would have been nice to have something to carry supplies in, or at least her waterskin. It wasn’t here though.

One. Two. Three. Four.Small fingers brushed against the calendar knots on her belt again. Five. Six. Seven.

Coming to the top of a large hill with an edge hanging over a still pond, the eleven year old stopped to rest a moment. Looking ahead, the was still lots of untouched fields, hills and a few trees here and there. She sat at the very edge of it, letting her bare feet dangle off and imagining what it would be like to jump with a running start off the hill and into the water. That sounded quite fun. Perhaps this hill was a little too high for that.

Feeling a little defeated, Chessa made her way down the side of the hill. The was so much longer to walk, with nothing in sight. If she ever found anyone.

Or maybe there was something in sight!

Underneath the shaded slope from the hill was a boxed shaped thing that Chessa assumed had to be a ship. It wasn’t the same one she’d seen a few days ago, so this must be the right direction to be walking. Maybe someone was even on it who could help her.

Chessa, suddenly filled with energy and bursting with adrenaline, put her shoes back on, and sprinted toward the ship. Of course, if there was someone near the ship to talk to, there was a very real possibility that they could not, or would not help her. Or that they could even be dangerous. Harsh living environments, Chessa could handle like a pro, but she’d never really been around many people she couldn’t trust before. Not that there really was a choice she’d supposed, it had been seven days.

Rounding the corner of the ship, Chessa gazed on to what she recognized as a tall Wookiee. She’d known of one Jedi Wookiee before, but never really gotten to know them. She felt a gulp in her throat. The Wookiee was holding a knife.

Probably for a very reasonable reason, Chessa. Don’t assume things until you know facts! Her own thoughts were not entirely comforting, but she still remanded calm as she walked out into the open where she could be seen.

“Um, hello!” The child with a head of tangled curls bobbed a small bow. She didn’t exactly know where to start, or what might be safest. “I am unfamiliar to this area. Um. Could you tell me if there is a town... or really... anything within a few days walk?”
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Re: Osarian Countryside and Terrain

Post by Rave Satsai » Thu Feb 14, 2019 1:14 pm

The breeze blew, the birds called, and Turok munched on one of his little delicatessen treats before resuming the careful shaving of his chosen stick. The sun had moved a little, but only a little. By his estimation, Ka'tesh was perhaps finished with the first ship and on to the second. Such ruminating thoughts, and the barest whisper of a melody from his childhood playing in the back of his head were all that Turok had spent the last hour minding to any significant degree when some unusual rustling caught his attention a little ways away, and then of all the expectable things that could have appeared on the next rise, the most unexpectable of all appeared - a curly headed little girl, asking for directions. Turok stared at her in utter confusion for a moment.

The motley-furred wookie began to motion with his hand, and then thought better of it and tucked his knife into the bag by his side before motioning Chessa nearer. He called gently to her as well, saying that there was nothing within at least a week's travel from there on foot - not that he necessarily expected her to understand him. Above all though, he made no sudden gestures. HOwever some little girl had ended up in the wilds was beyond him, but he didn't care to scare her off.
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Post by Chessa Bralor » Fri Feb 15, 2019 9:26 pm

Outwardly as calm as ever, Chessa gazed at the tall Wookiee with bright green eyes. Her heart lifted for a moment as she thought he’d began to motion something, but quickly sank again as he stopped. The Wookiee might not have even been a ‘he’. Which mildly distracted the eleven year old, as she suddenly felt ashamed that she didn’t know if she should address the wookiee as sir or m’am. That wasn’t really important right now though.

Another thing the eleven year old hadn’t fully considered was the fact that she couldn’t understand his language. She spoke Basic, Mando’a and knew how to say and understand a few useful phrases in several others, but Shyriiwook wasn’t one of them. She mentally added that to things to study in the future. Perhaps Master Angeles could help her, if she ever found the Jedi again that was.

“Do you understand Basic, sir or ma'am? Or… Ni balyc jorhaa'ir mando’a? That probably doesn’t help right now though.”

Chessa was feeling quite nervous, although it didn’t show much in her manners. Watching the wookiee tuck his knife into his bag did reassure the Jedi girl that he probably didn’t have ill intentions, although he could assuredly could kill her with his bare hands if he wanted to. Considering she probably wouldn’t be able to outrun him anyway in her hungered state, she decided for the moment to simply trust him.

In response to his beckoning motion, Chessa slowly walked forward. She was feeling discouraged again, and it probably slipped past her calm demeanor and showed on her face, at least for a moment.

Coming to a stop about four feet away from the Wookiee, the curly haired child sat cross-legged in the grass and said a silent prayer for Ashla that everything would be alright. She was so tired. This surely was a strange week.

Eyeing some of the wookiee’s leftover rations, and hopefully assuming he understood Basic, she asked after a moment “Do you have any extra food please? If it’s not any trouble.”
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Post by Rave Satsai » Wed Feb 20, 2019 5:46 pm

Turok chuckled quietly as the strange little girl fumbled through her probing of appropriate forms of address. He understood mandalorian quite well, but she was right that it didn't help her situation. It was something of a regular issue for wookiees out in the wide galaxy - they understood people, but it was very rare for people to understand them. Even so, he informed her as kindly as he could that either basic or mando'a was just fine with him, and that he did indeed have food to spare if she was hungry. As he patted the grass on the hillside next to him in invitation, Turok glanced at the little meat and cracker snacks that he'd prepared for his leisurely afternoon. If this little girl had been wondering for very long -and it certainly looked like she'd been at it at least a little while - then she probably needed protein. Needed it more than he did, at least. Which meant he was probably going to have to share his snack. Grudgingly, Turok reached down and scooped three of his little meat-and-cracker treats off the grass, offering them to the little girl with an encouraging sound deep in his throat. He also informed her - not that she would understand - that there were plenty of other things to choose from if that wasn't to her liking.
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Post by Chessa Bralor » Wed Feb 20, 2019 9:19 pm

Chessa accepted the invitation to come sit closer by crawling over to sit beside the Wookiee. She listened very intently as he spoke, though of course she did not understand what he was saying.

Scooping her hands together to gather her gifted meat and cracker meal, the eleven year old neatly arranged two of them on the grass in front of her while keeping one in her hand to munch on. How she wanted to scarf down all three of them quickly, but decided to savor them as she wasn’t certain when she might next come across food.

“Thank you very much! I suppose you do understand me then. That is very good.” The girl paused to take another small bite, and then a large one, before continuing. “This is sure a beautiful planet we’re on. I’ve never seen anything quite like it. Just look at that breathtaking moon.”

As she pointed up to the giant shape of Rhommamool in the sky, the Jedi child wondered if she’d just revealed too much about herself. She had meant to be careful about what she shared, but it was so pleasant to be able to finally talk with someone again; even if the conversation was somewhat one sided. She hadn’t had a great deal of practice at keeping secrets.

“Um...” she paused again wondering if revealing her name was again too much information, but decided that at least her nickname would probably be fine for now. The Wookiee was nice enough to share his shade and food after all, so introductions were only polite.

“I’m Chess. It’s very pleasant to meet you.”
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Post by Rave Satsai » Mon Mar 04, 2019 10:56 am

As the little strange girl sat and began to eat, Turok nodded in satisfaction and resumed carving his whittling stick, dropping his water bottle in the grass between them as well and letting her know she could help herself if she was thirsty.

Turok watched the little thing out the corner of his eye as he whittled. She didn't seem like a wild child - and he'd met more than one in his time - but she didn't seem like a child of Osarian either. She certainly wasn't dressed like any of the little humanlings he'd seen here before. As he observed her finally succumb and not-quite wolf down her first snack cracker, Turok decided that the enigma would have to wait for now. More than anything else, she was hungry. That much was clear.

Even though he was loath to give up any more of his little delicatessen treats, Turok knew there was plenty of nutrition available in the MREs he'd grabbed. He laid his stick and knife down for a moment and picked through, finding some nuts and dried fruit, as well as something he thought was some sort of mostly synthetic cheese food product. These he placed by the water bottle as well, along with another handful of crackers. He glanced up at her to offer more food, but found her glancing up into the sky, commenting about the beauty of Rhommamool. Turok had known about the conflict between Osarian and it's neighbor since long before his first visit, so he'd only ever seen an object of oppression when he looked into the sky of Osarian. But as he sat there with the strange little girl staring at the far moon, Turok noticed for the first time that, in truth, Rhommamool was a very pretty planet to gaze upon. The shifting shades of reds and browns and whites reminded him of an agate stone. He commented as much, not minding that she wouldn't understand him.

Glancing back down, Turok regarded the little girl curiously again. The enigma didn't seem to want to go away. Still, when she offered her name, he wanted to return the favor, and so he reached down with his carving knife and scratched his name into a little patch of dirt by her foot. He was assuming of course that she could read. Turok chuckled and shook his head, glancing up at her unassuming little face. He commented plainly that he didn't think she was from around there, and ate another one of his meat-cracker treats before resuming the shaving of fine spirals off his stick.
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Re: Osarian Countryside and Terrain

Post by Chessa Bralor » Tue Mar 05, 2019 9:35 pm

Chessa glanced over curiously at the Wookiee while he whittled at his project. Her mouth opened to ask what he was making but she quickly shut. She decided to save her questions for more important matters, if she could figure out how to word said questions without revealing too much about her situation. Out of the corner of her eyes, she noticed the Wookiee shifting to set down his work, and place a few more few items between them. Other food items perhaps? That was so kind.

She nodded when he spoke in response, even though the eleven year old still had no idea what he was saying. It just seemed polite to acknowledge his response in some way. She couldn’t help shifting in her seat as she looked around.

Continuing to much the last bite of her first cracker meal, Chessa’s eyes grew wide watching as the Wookiee brought his knife over to the ground near her. They stayed wide, with only a little relief but growing excitement as she realized he was writing something.

“Oh,” she breathed as she admired the aurebesh letters in front of her. “T…Tu-rok?”

It took her only a moment to consider all the possibilities of what that might mean. “Is that your name?” That conclusion made the most sense, as he’d written it only shortly after she offered him her name. Another little thought popped into the child’s mind as she glanced over to the Wookiee’s ship.

“Oh! Writing is a great idea! Do you have any kind of slate or paper… or an appropriately functional datapad… in your starship?” Then in a slightly smaller voice, Chessa added “That is a starship, right?”

Attempting to recover herself, Chessa reached forward and took a short drink of water from the bottle the Wookiee had laid near her. “I became… a bit separated from my group. They may be somewhere else on this planet. I suspect the local law and peacekeeping organization would know… Potentially. Or perhaps there are Mando’ade available.”

The girl twisted a tangled spiral lock of hair around her index finger. Hopefully the kind Wookiee was willing to continue to help her for a bit.
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