[center][h1][color=MediumOrchid]Varina Vel Aath[/color][/h1] [hr] [sub]Mention(s): [@Paingodsson][/sub] [hr][/center] The bustling streets of Keldabe, had a life and energy to them that was so different from the core worlds Varina might even call less cramped or at least less dense. Though others might be baffled by that idea growing up among Coruscant and the other major core worlds where trillions lived right on top of one another places like this seemed... Peaceful even in crowds, she thought she might even convince Airus to wander the streets and window shop. Though she was hunting rare metals, gems, even just design inspiration for her crafts, Mandalorian's under the pacifist's had quiet the artistic side less of the pure practicality. Not to say it was bad more so that it was boring, like the Jedi who looked at a lightsaber as just a tool! It was a badge of office, a weapon, a tool, a piece of your very soul and few gave it that respect but artifice of lightsaber crafting was a dying art. How many could still make an artificial crystal? Know which wood could take the heat output of a standard long term battery pack? What metal's were conducive to the force and those that were not? These thoughts roamed her mind as Varina peered in tech shop windows and stopped by merchant stalls to ask questions. Nothing had caught her eye yet... Well more called to her, empaths like her and Airus rarely cared much for the appearance of things, though Varina would admit she was more vain in that regard. She preferred the styles and designs to flow, even lacking a perception of color she could appreciate the scope of beauty in a gradient, texture, and more. Airus couldn't fathom it, no matter how many documentaries on cultural art she put him through. Emotion's ran high everywhere, hard enough to focus but she had to, yet as she reached out with the force attempting to feel something from the emitter arrays in the merchant had left out. To see if any of them called to be added to her already overstuffed drawers and cabinets of parts, she felt something tug at her. Distress of someone in an alley not to far from her... She could also feel a boiling anger and fear... No, dread worse than fear. Pulling herself back up straight she turned weave through the crowd trusting in the force, as a second later a piercing scream filled the air as the crowd began to stampede away from her destination as she tried to push against it. She cursed and took a moment leaping upwards with a push of telekinetics for moment as she spun in the air, rolling to a land in the alley in an impressive acrobatic display. Her robe flowing around her showing the simple tunic and trousers she wore beneath. Her hand went back for her saber, as she caught herself remembering this was not her jurisdiction, she took in the situation in an instant. A Mandalorian in full Beskar lay on the ground at worst lightly injured at best inconvenienced, she knew how a Mando would want handle this... And she had no authority here, so perhaps it was time to let criminals pay the local price. [color=MediumOrchid]"Well, quite the commotion you stirred up..."[/color] She kept a hand hovering next to her saber for a quick draw, as she advanced towards the hapless young woman. [color=MediumOrchid]"I'd say run... You have really stepped in it... Maybe beg for your lives?"[/color] She spoke trying to draw the two's attention as she moved herself towards Cel extending a hand towards her. [color=MediumOrchid]"And you... Young lady why don't you and I go find somewhere to talk... Maybe see if we can get a report filled out about all this?"[/color] She decided not to betray who she was at this moment, better to just take the girl and slip back into the crowd. Maybe the goons would make it easy? She did not want to be here the Mando got up... [center][h1][color=LightSteelBlue]Airus Vel Aath[/color][/h1] [hr] [sub]Mention(s): [@Sep] [@Queen Arya] [@ASDAValueMilk] [@Thayr][/sub] [hr][/center] To Airus this might have been the first real break he'd taken in years, at his sister's behest no less. Mandalore was not his first pick for a vacation but with so many Jedi, tourists, and more having been flocking to the planet for founding day it made sense. Varina had of course wanted to drag him to markets and to visit places, packed city streets and loud noise were something he could get any day of the week in the Core. No, he wanted to explore... To visit the places of history, perhaps write something based upon the storied legends of Mandalorian's many, many wars. But before any of that it would be a good time to check in on an old friends, Alanna and Sable had been here for years. Rarely did he make the time to trek all the way to Mandalore, a surprise visit would do them some good the old droid would certainly be up for a verbal sparring match and perhaps the real kind as well, he made a good change of pace from the simulated combat. [i]The Magic Mechanic[/i] was certainly easier to find than he remembered, perhaps it was the intuition of force sight? Freshly pressed robes, a new blindfold, his heavy outer robe, a dull brown if his friends were to be believed with a set of black and beige underneath it. The heavy brown robe worn and ragged, an easy way to hide away traditional Jedi garments. Though he'd been confused for an outer rim farmer as many times as he had been known as a Jedi. He froze as he reached the door, already sensing the presences inside. A crowd had already gathered, perhaps it would be best to return later? Yet... Alanna might be busy or have plans for the festival, it would be rude to expect her to drop those for a surprise visitor. So cautiously, the red haired Miralukan stepped through the threshold and into the chaos of it all with a deep breath to center himself as he tried to search out the emotions of the room. Certainly an odd mix no doubt... And power force presences to boot perhaps Alanna had begun dealing with the local Jedi? [color=LightSteelBlue]"I do hope I am not intruding... If I am I could always come back later?"[/color] He spoke tilting his head towards Alanna with a slight smile as he scanned his head back and forth. Though obviously it meant little with the lack of visible sight as he gave a polite bow towards those assembled. For those unaware of the species and their unique gifts it looked as if the blindman had just wandered in off the street and tried to look them over. To Airus he now had a clear view of all them assembled though as far as he could tell none of them gave him pause to speak openly.