Hugo Montegue
Mar 22nd, 2010, 08:15:28 PM
For god's sake, man! How many of these bloody Origins and Chronicles things are there?! To be honest, I can't remember the number, and can't be bothered to check. But here's another one anyhow.
Manaan - 23 BE
Ahto City was deserted, just as it had been when they arrived. The surface city had long since been abandoned by Manaan's native Selkath inhabitants, who had fled to their ancient underwater cities; unfortunately, the engineers responsible for designing Republic spacecraft had neglected to provide all of their shuttle with the capability of functioning in underwater conditions, and thus they had been forced to make use of the only 'dry land' on the planet. For an instant, Inyos found himself questioning the judgement of whatever branch of the Jedi-led Grand Army of the Republic had been responsible for making the choice of craft for this mission; he had to wonder why they hadn't chosen to send them in one of the old AIAT/i Transports that the Judicial Forces had used before the war. No doubt there was hidden wisdom in the choice however, and Inyos chose to question it no further.
If he had to describe the deserted interior in one word, it would probably be 'creepy'. Given his degree of emotional control, honed through years of dedicated study as part of the Jedi Order, the fear and ill-ease that normally came associated with the term was absent in him; but even so he felt the term was appropriate. It fulfilled the correct criteria to qualify it; and of course, there was empirical evidence visible through the responses of his unfortunately less-disciplined Padawan.
"Why'd they send us?" young Lúka enquired, finally breaking the dutiful silence that Inyos had hoped would last all the way back through hyperspace to Coruscant. He had tried, time and again, to temper Lúka's inquisitive nature with patience; tried to teach him to hold on to his questions until the time was appropriate, and seek out the answers through observation, or silent study in the Jedi Archives. He had also tried to teach him to carefully consider whom each question should be directed towards: in this regard particularly, he had apparently failed. Their mission to Manaan - to negotiate with the Selkath for a supply of kolta to help offset the Republic's dwindling bacta supplies - had been a success however, and Inyos was feeling in a generous enough mood to provide him with a response, just this once.
Well, fairly generous. This was an opportunity, same as any other, to hone his Padawan's deductive skills. "Why do you think we were sent, Lúka?" he asked, converting an innocent question into a challenge: one that would hopefully distract young Lúka from the nervousness that had been plaguing him ever since they'd begun walking down the deserted corridors back to their shuttle.
Lúka frowned, silently accepting the challenge presented. He was young - only thirteen - but was incredibly bright for his age. It was that intelligence that had helped inspire Inyos to select him as his first Apprentice: he had hoped that his calm guidence would help hone that intelligence into the sort of wisdom that would one day make Lúka a great Jedi. His analytical mind working, Lúka began to speak his thought process aloud. "It seems strange that they would send us," he mused. "No offense to you of course, Master, but Master Kenobi is a far more experienced negotiator; and Master Fisto is a Nautolan, who would have been far better suited to negotiate with a species that lives underwater. Both were on Coruscant when we left; they were even in the Council meeting when they gave us this assignment. So why not send them?"
A ghost of a smile passed across Inyos' face - about as much emotion as he ever chose to show. "No offense taken," he assured his Padawan. "Your logic is sound, and your points are well made." He paused, a faint frown forming on his brow; he had briefly wondered at the reason himself, but had stopped himself from dwelling on it. They had been assigned to this task by the Council, and he would obey, without question. To worry over such things was to burden oneself with needless worries. Even so, with their assignment complete, he supposed there was no harm.
"It is worth considering the fact," he explained to his Padawan, "That after Count Dooku was killed at the Battle of Coruscant, General Grevous is now the sole commander of the Separatist Army. Master Kenobi has a great deal of experience fighting the General, so logicially it is wise for him to remain ready to be sent in search of Grevous, should he be found. And meanwhile, many of the Council are deployed leading major campaigns across the galaxy: it would be unwise for the Jedi to commit another of their senior Generals on a mission such as this."
Lúka considered his master's speculation carefully. "You're saying that Master Fisto was too important to go, so they sent us instead?"
Inyos' smile returned; it vanished quickly however, and a web of sincerity laced into his words as he replied. "You and I respectively are a Commander and a General in the Grand Army of the Republic. We may not command entire armies or battlefields between us, but we are no less important - vital - to the war effort. Do not underestimate your own value, Lúka."
The Padawan's eyes took a solemn, considerate turn towards the deck beneath his feet. "Yes, Master," he said quietly, taking the words deeply to heart.
Rather than reassurance, Inyos merely offered a change of topic; as his eyes scanned their surroundings, he recognised the same Selkathi sigil that he had memorised to help them navigate back towards their shuttle. "Come on," he announced, "Let's not keep the clones waiting any longer than we have to."
Manaan - 23 BE
Ahto City was deserted, just as it had been when they arrived. The surface city had long since been abandoned by Manaan's native Selkath inhabitants, who had fled to their ancient underwater cities; unfortunately, the engineers responsible for designing Republic spacecraft had neglected to provide all of their shuttle with the capability of functioning in underwater conditions, and thus they had been forced to make use of the only 'dry land' on the planet. For an instant, Inyos found himself questioning the judgement of whatever branch of the Jedi-led Grand Army of the Republic had been responsible for making the choice of craft for this mission; he had to wonder why they hadn't chosen to send them in one of the old AIAT/i Transports that the Judicial Forces had used before the war. No doubt there was hidden wisdom in the choice however, and Inyos chose to question it no further.
If he had to describe the deserted interior in one word, it would probably be 'creepy'. Given his degree of emotional control, honed through years of dedicated study as part of the Jedi Order, the fear and ill-ease that normally came associated with the term was absent in him; but even so he felt the term was appropriate. It fulfilled the correct criteria to qualify it; and of course, there was empirical evidence visible through the responses of his unfortunately less-disciplined Padawan.
"Why'd they send us?" young Lúka enquired, finally breaking the dutiful silence that Inyos had hoped would last all the way back through hyperspace to Coruscant. He had tried, time and again, to temper Lúka's inquisitive nature with patience; tried to teach him to hold on to his questions until the time was appropriate, and seek out the answers through observation, or silent study in the Jedi Archives. He had also tried to teach him to carefully consider whom each question should be directed towards: in this regard particularly, he had apparently failed. Their mission to Manaan - to negotiate with the Selkath for a supply of kolta to help offset the Republic's dwindling bacta supplies - had been a success however, and Inyos was feeling in a generous enough mood to provide him with a response, just this once.
Well, fairly generous. This was an opportunity, same as any other, to hone his Padawan's deductive skills. "Why do you think we were sent, Lúka?" he asked, converting an innocent question into a challenge: one that would hopefully distract young Lúka from the nervousness that had been plaguing him ever since they'd begun walking down the deserted corridors back to their shuttle.
Lúka frowned, silently accepting the challenge presented. He was young - only thirteen - but was incredibly bright for his age. It was that intelligence that had helped inspire Inyos to select him as his first Apprentice: he had hoped that his calm guidence would help hone that intelligence into the sort of wisdom that would one day make Lúka a great Jedi. His analytical mind working, Lúka began to speak his thought process aloud. "It seems strange that they would send us," he mused. "No offense to you of course, Master, but Master Kenobi is a far more experienced negotiator; and Master Fisto is a Nautolan, who would have been far better suited to negotiate with a species that lives underwater. Both were on Coruscant when we left; they were even in the Council meeting when they gave us this assignment. So why not send them?"
A ghost of a smile passed across Inyos' face - about as much emotion as he ever chose to show. "No offense taken," he assured his Padawan. "Your logic is sound, and your points are well made." He paused, a faint frown forming on his brow; he had briefly wondered at the reason himself, but had stopped himself from dwelling on it. They had been assigned to this task by the Council, and he would obey, without question. To worry over such things was to burden oneself with needless worries. Even so, with their assignment complete, he supposed there was no harm.
"It is worth considering the fact," he explained to his Padawan, "That after Count Dooku was killed at the Battle of Coruscant, General Grevous is now the sole commander of the Separatist Army. Master Kenobi has a great deal of experience fighting the General, so logicially it is wise for him to remain ready to be sent in search of Grevous, should he be found. And meanwhile, many of the Council are deployed leading major campaigns across the galaxy: it would be unwise for the Jedi to commit another of their senior Generals on a mission such as this."
Lúka considered his master's speculation carefully. "You're saying that Master Fisto was too important to go, so they sent us instead?"
Inyos' smile returned; it vanished quickly however, and a web of sincerity laced into his words as he replied. "You and I respectively are a Commander and a General in the Grand Army of the Republic. We may not command entire armies or battlefields between us, but we are no less important - vital - to the war effort. Do not underestimate your own value, Lúka."
The Padawan's eyes took a solemn, considerate turn towards the deck beneath his feet. "Yes, Master," he said quietly, taking the words deeply to heart.
Rather than reassurance, Inyos merely offered a change of topic; as his eyes scanned their surroundings, he recognised the same Selkathi sigil that he had memorised to help them navigate back towards their shuttle. "Come on," he announced, "Let's not keep the clones waiting any longer than we have to."