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 Posted: Mon May 05, 2008 2:58 pm
The idea for the discussion had actually come some time ago now, but time being what it was, and training, things just sort of...happened. Trainings, time, things just sort of seemed to get in the way, though he was sure they'd both learned a lot in the mean time, he was looking forward for a chance to sit down with his curious fellow Padawan and exchange stories about what they both knew about the Jedi, or at least what they'd known when they'd first arrived.
Of course she had a particular appeal being the only other -tattooed- student he'd met, which lent her a particular kinship that he had to admit was a rather foolish way to decide you liked someone.
But hey you had to start somewhere. Right?
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Posted: Mon May 05, 2008 3:14 pm
Jiri was always an eager study, and today was no exception. She was finally going to share Jedi stories with Korvo! They'd agreed on this ages ago, but training had gotten in the way. Today was hot, though, too hot to work in the courtyards, and the Masters had dismissed lessons early.
Jiri wandered the hallways barefoot in search of a familiar face, utterly intent on not wasting the afternoon doing nothing. Korvo had said he'd meet her somewhere around here! Was that him up ahead?
Bingo.
"Korvo!" she called, jogging over. "Hello!"
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Posted: Mon May 05, 2008 3:26 pm
"Jiri!" He grinned, waving as he spotted her approaching. Granted she was hard to miss with her unique appearance, even though she'd become more tanned since their initial arrival. And grown! Surely he must have grown a bit too, but somehow he noticed it more with her. It was ridiculously warm, probably a little much for the display of energy, but he'd been waiting for the chance to do something other than work strictly on his lessons. Moving things with the force was one he seriously needed to continue practicing, but he was a little tired it, and the heat made it even harder to concentrate on lifting the metal sphere without dropping it, or launching it in intermittent accident. His boots were sitting nearby and he'd sat down with his pant cuffs rolled up to be cooler, his thick hair pulled back to keep it off the back of his neck.
"It's HOT!" he noted, unnecessarily, that much being painfully obvious. "It's kind of too bad they don't have a lesson yet that involves going swimming. That would be kind of nice on a day like this." He admitted as she approached.
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Posted: Mon May 05, 2008 4:18 pm
"I went swimming in the fountain last week!" said Jiri brightly, sitting down next to him rather ungracefully. "Well, I did until one of the courtyard minders yelled at me," she added, sounding sheepish. Her basic was indeed getting better, either that or the tizowyrm was getting used it its job. It was probably a combination of both.
"So," she said, changing the subject, "Will you tell the first story?"
That was, after all, why they were here.
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Posted: Mon May 05, 2008 4:33 pm
"Dang, maybe they'd be alright if we just put our feet in." He sighed, whistfully, imaging how nice that would feel.
"Hm. Ok." He crossed his arms behind his head, thinking carefully about his very piecemeal knowledge of the man.
"Another Kiffar from my clan came here once. His name was Quinlan. I don't know as much as I'd like, but he was supposed to be very strong with telemetry. Not all Kiffar have it, and not all of them very strong, but he was supposed to be -really- good. I'm not as good as I want to be. I can't always control it.
Anyway....he supposedly got really close to going to the dark-side...maybe he went over. It depends who you ask, but he came back. But part of the reason they told me he got so close was because of his telemetry. The Sheif gave him a medallion that someone had been holding when they died, and...and with telemetry you feel memories on things...and he felt that. And it left a dark spot in him. He killed the one who gave it to him later. I want to be a Jedi, and I know he was a hero, but it's kind of scary to think that could happen. So I really want to learn how to control my telemetry better, but it's hard. I mean...I don't think anyone's -died- here....but you know."
He paused, clearing his throat. "Ok it's a really bad story. But he was from my clan. So...."
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Posted: Mon May 05, 2008 6:31 pm
Jiri nodded. She could understand that, emphasize with that even. She supposed, though, that this Quinlan figure must have come from the wrong time for her to have heard of him. He wasn't in any of her stories.
She cleared her throat and began to speak. "During the war, there was a pair of Shapers who had the fortune to capture a Jeedai student," she said. "One of the Shapers was from Domain Kwaad, which I am not of, but the other's name was Nen Yim, and she was... I think a distant relative of some sort." At least, her mother liked to claim that much.
"The jeedai they took, her name was Tahiri Veila," continued Jiri, "And they meant only to study her, to see how she used the Force, because they couldn't. But then they decided to try to shape her and make her a Yuuzhan Vong. It worked... sort of. She became something not human, but not Yuuzhan Vong, either, something new."
She'd heard this story a million times growing up, but it was strange to put it in her own words through the Tizowyrm. Her mother told it better.
"Mostly," she added, "We remember her as The-Jeedai-who-was-Shaped. It's the first story in the heresy."
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Posted: Tue May 06, 2008 2:30 am
"The Heresy? Whats that?" He asked, wide eyed at the idea that someone had taken a Jedi and...made them something else. Could you make one race into another like that? Humans and Kiffar were similar enough to be cousin species, but at the same time, not the same.
"What do shapers do? I don't know much of anything about the Yuuzhan Vong, can you tell me?" He dropped his hands in consideration of this, letting them fall onto his lap. It would be interesting if she were related to this Nen Yim character, because that was also vaguely similar, but...not as dark as Quinlan Vos, who he only knew about through bits and pieces of their own history, and wasn't even sure if the man had truly returned to the 'light' side, or if it was just a very nice bit of consolation, sugar coating a darker version of the story.
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Posted: Tue May 06, 2008 1:56 pm
"Shapers are..." said Jiri, and trailed off. She had never really thought about what exactly it was Shapers did in comparison to other species, merely that they did it. "Shapers are sort of like doctors," she said, "I mean, they know how to heal people when they're sick and repair injuries." But that wasn't all they did, was it? After all, her mother had made her, not like normal parents made their children (which was something Jiri was not totally clear on the specifics of), but with her shaper arts. "I guess they're sort of like scientists, too," she added, which didn't even begin to explain it.
"The Jeedai heresy is an old story," Jiri continued, "From the war. The Extolled stared it. I don't know the whole thing."
She did, however, know quite a lot of it.
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Posted: Wed May 07, 2008 3:22 pm
"...And they made someone almost into a Yuuzhan Vong?" He pressed, fascinated. "...I didn't think that could happen. Well I mean it didn't really I guess...sort of." He puzzled over this further, trying to fit it into his view of the universe. "They must be very impressive." He decided, comparing them to what he knew of the world. "Who are the Extolled?" Dang, he didn't know -anything- about any of this, and she seemed to know a lot, or at least she hadn't asked any questions, which probably meant she knew...right?
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Posted: Wed May 07, 2008 3:53 pm
"My people have a caste system," explained Jiri. "Sort of like... a stairway? Your caste is your profession, like your domain is your family. There's... ah..." She trailed off to think, trying to remember the name of the people who ran the government. She couldn't remember and decided to go back to it - it was a long, tough word. "The Priests are the top, and Domain Yim is Shapers, right in the middle. Extolled are..." she consulted the tizowyrm mentally for a moment.
"Extolled are part of the worker caste, but they're different. I don't know the words. They, their bodies don't heal right. They can't do the scarring and tattoos and implants that my people do. My parents said... my parents said it's just how they are, part of their genetics or because of diseases they've caught, but a long time ago people thought it was because they were cursed by the gods."
She shrugged good-naturedly. That was as much as she knew about that.
"What does your tattoo mean?" she asked, fixing her eyes on the yellow stripe across his face.
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Posted: Thu May 08, 2008 2:17 am
Stair steps, that was an good description, it made it a lot more clear, and puzzling since he would have thought something as powerful sounding as a Shaper would have been higher up the 'steps', her question made him grin slightly, since he could at -least- answer that question a lot better than his fragmented stories about Quinlan Vos.
"It's a clan tattoo. It says what clan I'm part of, like my mother. It's clan Vos." He explained. "Did you say what yours meant? I ...forgot if you did."
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Posted: Thu May 08, 2008 3:39 am
"Mine," said Jiri, raising her fingers to her cheek, "Is one of a few traditional Domain Yim designs. The color is more important than the shape. Blue is traditional."
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Posted: Fri May 09, 2008 2:36 am
"I guess there's some ways that the Yuuzhan Vong aren't so different from the Kiffar." He prompted, with a grin. "We've both got our traditions I guess. I mean it's very different, but somethings...not so much." he stretched leisurely as he debated this.
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Posted: Fri May 09, 2008 3:39 am
"A bit," agreed Jiri, considering this new concept. Tattoos and family loyalty, huh? She could understand that much. Though, Kiffar probably didn't do organ grafting and ritual scarring... General experience dictated that humans shied away from pain.
"Do you have any more stories?" she asked, not wanting the conversation to end. "I do."
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Posted: Tue May 13, 2008 2:03 am
"...Not many." He admitted. "...A lot of stuff is missing about him, so some of it, I don't even know if it's real or made up. I know he existed, but I don't know everything he did or if he really did end up being a good guy." He admitted. "I wish I knew more, but I don't. I kind of wonder if they have anything here about him. What about you?" He asked, curious to know more. Speaking of vast gaps in things, it felt like there was so much he didn't know about some of the other races and people that existed, and he wanted very much to know more.
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