The doors to the small shuttle open silently, and after a moment a tall man with broad shoulders, goatee, and long black hair exits the vessel among a plethora of others. Tavesh is taller than most there and his upper body bulk sets him as either a mercenary or a fighter in one of the many gladiator competitions spread so often among the outter rims. He is dressed in black synthetic leather jeans, a scarlet silk shirt , all with a huge thick duster overtop of dark leather.
The immediate impression one obtains upon seeing him is a man, well not a man, it is obvious by the shape of his eyes that he is a Gen'Dai , who is extremely confident. A impression furthered by his intense gaze on all those who look at him, and the quick easy movements as he strides among the throngs of people from the transport towards the main entrance to Astral Astoria.
Several times his eyes flash over the bodies of those who appear the most robust there, as if appraising them for some sinister purpose. The light that comes into his eyes at times like these is haunting, for he appears to want to see them in pain, but is forcing himself to refrain from such activities. At least now.
Leaving the throng of people in his wake he heads directly towards one of the many rental residencies and handing his credstick to the attendant he gives his information to them for a room. " Tavesh Szat," he responds when the attendant, a pretty woman in her early teens, asks his name. Then he responds to her question as to his race and time of stay with. "Gen'Dai, a month or so." When she finishes she hands him back his credstick and then a card to open the residence door, it is numbered 420. He smiles to himself at the irony of that number and heads to the room.
Depositing his bags he quickly changes into another pair of leather pants and a scarlet shirt, but instead of the duster he puts a gorgeous black vest over the silk shirt with a thin black jacket over that. Then grinning he leaves the room and heads to the nearest bar. Grabbing a non alcoholic drink he seats himself at the bar and looks around for anything interesting to provoke his intelligence...

Her stay on the Astral Astoria had not been very long. Still, Tatane found herself disturbed by the amount of noise and tumult that took place in the majority of the area within its walls. Driven by the need to meditate and to think, she often found herself within the Celesteal Gardens. Here she would attempt to find some measure of peace, secure in the fact that there was at least one area in which she could bring herself to balance.

Vivid blue eyes flickered open as she broke from her meditation - her mind and body distracted by some disturbance so subtle and unexpected. Was it the Force, or some ackward experience of one's imagination? Tatane was unable to distinguish any difference. It was, in fact, so faint that she even considered brushing it aside. After all, she had been quite ill at ease for the past few days. The continuous chatter and restlessness of the Astorians made her so edgy that she could very well have imagined another thing that would bother her for hours on end.

She took in a breath and stood. Thus ended her serene deliberation for the day.

A couple, murmuring amongst themselves quietly, brushed past her with a small nod of greeting and went on with their day. Tatane brushed herself off for no real reason, and then look around, appreciating the beauty of the life that surrounded her. Something within it reassured her, and told her that there was no reason to fret. The constant moving of the life in the Astoria was natural and only doing as it should. In only a while she would be heading to Naboo, anyway, and the uneasiness that the ship caused her would be quite a ways behind her.

Still, she couldn't help but wonder why it frustrated her so much. Even the careful meditation during her days within the Celesteal Gardens did little to put at peace her troubled mind. A drink, perhaps, to cool her nerves. Maybe then she would be content.

With her warm brown robes rustling in irritation behind her, the young woman moved at a brisk stride towards the doors, other than at the leisurely pace that she had first arrived in. Her mind on a suitable place to find anything drink, she found herself stopping before the entrance to a bar that she had heard of often during her time on the Astoria. As soon as the doors were open, she was inside.

There was an odd sense that she got from entering the tavern, and yet the area was so alive with energy that she could not exactly find the sorce of the disturbance. Whatever it was, it continued to trouble her, and she took a deep breath to once again try and ease her thoughts.

She approached the bar and nodded in acknowledgment to the bartender, seating herself next to a rather interesting looking man, who was dressed in a conspicuous scarlet shirt and had dark hair. His gaze, which did little to put her mind at rest, made her inwardly frown. She tried to sidestep it, however, for there were many strange people that she had met or seen during her time on the Astoria.

She missed Naboo. All of this trouble was certainly harming her mentality.

"Good day, Madam," greeted the droid behind the bar, "and welcome to one of the many bars on floor one-hundred eleven of the Astral Astoria. We offer a great deal of refreshments - ranging from common to exotic, and ..."

From there, Tatane found herself tuning the droid out. She waited until its voice had faltered, and then spared it a brief and polite smile. "Anything cold and non-alchoholic, please," she requested. Her voice was bland and youthful.

"Coming right up," came the cheerful voice of the droid as he turned slightly, preparing her drink without even a moment's hesitance.

Slender, gloved fingers tugged at the similar-colored robes and drew them closer about her meager form. "An ackward night to be awake so late," she murmured to herself. "Albeit there is much to do once it does become as such."

She sighed. She felt the need to say something... to anyone, perhaps the bartender or the man beside her. It had been so long since she had had a worthwhile conversation with anyone. Still, she doubted that the bartender would speak about things that would notably interest her. She also had a feeling that the man at her side would not easily accept random discussion.

And so, she took a drink of whatever it was that was offered her, lost in thought of how glad she'd be to get back to familiar Naboo.

Myrkal noticed the young woman looking at him and smiled in her direction. It was something he was not used to, this smiling, and acting like he cared what the newest hit song was. Yet at the same time it was comforting to know that their were many who had no idea about the true goings on around the galaxy, who were as inept at finding their way, as a mouse was out of an elaborate maze. Thats what he felt like, a mouse trapped in a maze. He grinned at the thought and looked over again at the young woman.
She was an impressixe sight, and he tried his best to hide his surprise as he gazed at her almost nonchalantly. Then he spoke up. " And what might your name be dearest?" He asks, his voice much more seductive and eloquent than one would previously have expected.
As he talks his eyes focus in on her and they seem to seep into her, looking through her. They are a deep deep azure green, almost glowing. He waits expectantly for her answer...

< Tag Tatane Adanon

Thinking of Naboo had gotten Tatane thinking of Athir, and she wondered if she would come across him when she returned. It was certainly a thought she was welcoming, since she was eager to have a talk with him and replenish the actual intellect that a conversation with him required. On the Astoria, nothing like that was very common. Also, she was looking forward to continuing her training, and to catch up with her master would be a most comforting way to recooperate from her time on the Astoria.

Through the noise of the tavern a voice... through the corner of her eye a movement. As least expected, the one at Tatane's side was saying something to her - was looking at her. Much to her surprise, he had even smiled. Though it was a welcome turn of events, since she was eager to speak to someone to overcome the jumble of her mind and thoughts, she couldn't help but wonder what it was about this man that made her wary. He was, it seemed, no normal Astorian.

Canting her head to him in acknowledgement and greeting, the young woman set her glass down on the counter before her. She found that whatever it was, it did little to ease her nerves. In fact, it bit right down to her brain, seeping through every inch of her being. She shivered and tried to forget the liquid tauntingly swishing before her.

"Tatane," she replied to his question, turning slightly from the drink and so that she could see him. She noticed that his eyes were intent, as if she were one of the most interesting concepts under the current circumstances. As if finding this amusing, she gave a soft, faint grin. "And," she continued as she cast him a sidelong glance, "What might yours be?"

Well, she couldn't say that she had expected this man to even be remotely interested in speaking with her, but just because he had done something unexpected didn't mean she was complaining. He seemed to be a welcome change to the deafening silence of the Astoria. After all, she may have not spoken very much during her stay on it, but that didn't mean it was entirely quiet, especially the teeming life that so constantly squirmed within it.

There was something about him, though. The very living Force in and around him was something that she could not quite explain. Was it disturbed? She was not sure if that was the term. Perhaps she only felt something that she had not felt in a long time: the fact that she could relate to someone. Was he, like her, having trouble being at peace within the chaotic lifestyle of the Astral Astoria?

Or perhaps his thoughts were simply lost, like hers, deep within the expanse of time - for there, ironically, one may not feel as lost as one did within the atmosphere of emotions and thoughts of the Astorians.

But maybe she was simply being ridiculous. Who was she to assume such a thing, when he was most likely only different than the Astorians themselves, and not necessarily similar to her? Well, even if she didn't realize it, she could sympathize with one thing, yet on a much smaller scale, perhaps.... The Astral Astoria was, undoubtedly, a maze - a maze created by the life itself on this massive ship.

Myrkal was watching the woman as she seemed to have some inner turmoil going on , as if speaking to him was unsettling. For a minute he thought she would 'feel' him and would at any minute run away screaming. But much to his surprise and pleasure she didnt. No instead she looked at him directly and smiled when she spoke her name. 'Tatane' hmmm, he wondered where the name came from.

Almost as soon as the question arrived in his brain, it was already flying throught its vast repertoire seeking an answer. But none came, it struck him as odd, that he , who so prized knowledge, would not know such a thing. But we all have our failings he thought.

He smiled again, this time a bit more freely, and turned towards her completely. "I am Myrkal, from Gen'Dai..." He pauses for a moment as if deliberating his words. "...is it me, or is this place too busy, everyone seems to be running around with no apparrent purpose. I am not used to this..." He pauses again a shadow coming over his face. Almost shyly he continues. "I dont see many other people often, most of my time is wrapped up in my studies."

He is a gorgeous man once one looks at him up close. Appearing a mere twenty three or four, it is impossible for one to discern his real age of over a hundred from appearance alone. His clothes are freshly pressed and immaculate laying on his body as if a second skin. His eyes are the most intriguing part about him, glowing like azure green embers of flame, especially when he said he didnt see many other people often. It almost appeared like he was supressing something inside him that ached to release itself. His broad shoulders and the little visible flesh of his body made him appear to be made of iron. The muscles taut and formed perfectly under his skin betrayed the strength that lay within them.

He didnt know if speaking to this woman was a smart thing for him to do, if she was inquisitive she may be one of those few women who had succeeded in stealing his attention. He was addicted to scholars and knowledge seekers, and women of this type were far and few between. Yet, he shook his head almost imperceptably and watched her a minute before continuing.

"I just arrived here from Antei, been going over some archaeological finds at some ancient sith sites. Pretty intriguing stuff. Thats what i do by the way, i am a archaeologist who specializes in the ancient history of the Jedi and Sith. Though i must admit the sith are my forte..."

He watches her reaction intensely every time he says the word 'Sith', wondering if she notices the reverent way he said such a thing. "What is it that you do, and why are you here on the Astral Astoria? Me, i am here just to take some time among the living, most of my time is alone with the shattered remains of the ancients." He stops and waits for her response.

Tatane slightly canted her head again as her new acquaintance graced her with a name - it was, she had to admit, one of an origin she was unaware of, but this did not overly bother her. In fact, she didn't think upon it for very long, instead turning her head toward him as he did as well. It would seem that, whether truthful or not, this man shared her obvious aversion to the rather distracting life and energies that flowed so freely through the Astoria. It was certainly reassuring to know that she was not the only one.

"No," she remarked casually, "It isn't you. I find that I, myself, am also unused to such crowded and tumultuous lifestyles. I would, in all truth, prefer to be wrapped up in study, if I were you - but then again, I suppose that's why you're here... to have a break from it, correct?" She gave another faint, amused grin, a hidden laughter flickering in her eyes.

Of course, she was not one to completely overlook physical beauty, but as a Jedi - and an avid one at that - she was careful to sidestep it, to try and see it as one would simply an eye, or a nose, or any other common part of most beings' physical makeup. With a sworn duty, she could not let such things distract her, and though this man was one of evident exception when it came to cosmetic appearance, she did as she would have any other, and simply tried to perceive him as a person, and nothing else. Such was her way of solving things, rather than letting it get in the way of her current duty or distracting her from more important thoughts. She wondered if letting it get to her would be much more entertaining, but that in itself was not the right path for her thoughts.

"I can see how that is intriguing," she replied, inwardly judging his obvious stronger interest in the Sith when compared to the Jedi. She did not quite expect any more or any less, for there were always those that had points of views that swayed more in favor of the Sith. She couldn't say that she wouldn't rather change that, but what was she to do - try and convert? No, it was their opinion, and their interest, not her own. If this man was simply an archaelogist as he said, his interest toward the Sith may even be an advantage, what with all of the knowledge that he was collecting.

But why was she delving so deeply into it? Sitting here, watching him, she would have seemed to simply be listening intently, rather than judging this man's words at every turn. As a Jedi, she was quite adapt at hiding one's emotion, but here she could not help but give way to interest. It was quite an opportunity she was receiving now, for here she could learn more about the Jedi, the Sith - what this man had found in general.

Yet again came her common, faint grin as she rested the side of her face on her gloved knuckles and her robed elbow on the edge of the countertop. She crossed her legs in a habitual manner as she sought her own mind for answers. "Me -" she replied, "I am, perhaps, taking what at first seemed to be a more relaxed route toward Naboo." She chuckled softly at that. "But now I realize that I'm better off traveling with nothing but my own thoughts to keep me company."

She paused. "I would like to say that I'm like you - one finding comfort in the fact that one is ever-learning. It isn't often that I find a person as interested in such pursuits as you are.... Perhaps, if you'd ever find the time, you would tell me more of your findings. I would be an utmost fool to turn down this opportunity - which is, no doubt, to learn. Rarely do I ever overlook a chance to do so from another... or at all."

After a moment she added, "And, if you wouldn't mind my saying so.... I believe the shattered remains of the ancients may be a more serene and comforting company, rather than this chaotic force of life that streams like water from these Astorians." For perhaps the first time since she boarded the Astoria, the youth gave a full, bright smile, finding that her new acquaintance might share the amusement that the remark had brought her.

Myrkal grinned himself at her comment about prefering to be in the serenity of a dig, that among the people here. It was odd, finding one like himself who so obviously didnt belong in a bar. He had grown ever more interested in her as she spoke, taking in the little nuisances of her voice when she felt strongly about something, or was nonchalant about others. It was entertaining, to say the least.

" I suppose you could say this would be considered a break from work, but actually i am returning from a dissertation on Coruscant. I had to explain the origins of the antei academy which we are now digging up. It has been pretty intense." he wipes a bead of sweat from his brow, obviously he was warming up to the conversation. "Last week we uncovered a cache of Sith Blades. You know the katana sized ones that have energy enhancements. I have a dagger i found as well, with me. One of the Sith Blades is in my room along with a score of other things. I feel like a kid in a toystore. "

After a moment he stops in mid gesture with his hand and shakes his head. "Sorry about that sometimes i go on tangents. But anyway, what are you? " He pauses and forces a light cough to mask his discomfort. " I apologize, what is it that you do for a living?"

He still has the sith blades on his mind and as he waits for her to respond he absentmindedly runs his finger over the blade of the ancient sith dagger on his waist. For some reason this woman seems to have something that draws him into conversation. Odd, that is not a normality. He closes his eyes for a moment and supresses the void his presence puts in the force , so that he cannot be detected as a practicioner of the dark side.

It would seem that this man was very interested in his findings, and this made Tatane satisfied with her current conversation. She didn't much like listening or learning from those that were simply making things up with flowery speech as they went along. She was quite interested in his findings, to say the least, but for some reason it began to appear as if he was growing uncomfortable with either her, or the conversation itself. She wasn't exactly sure what to think.

The young woman chuckled at his comment about a toystore, finding herself able to relate to how he felt. She had been that way the first time that she had been introduced to the Jedi Archives, a heaven to her in which there was no end to new facts and hints of the outside world. She liked to think that he was enjoying his work as much as she had enjoyed her visit to the archives, and every visit to them thus afterwards.

"No need to apologize," she reassured him, "I actually quite enjoy it, if I must say so myself...." She was about to remark on a few discoveries that she had made as well, when she realized that he had asked what it was she did. Noting that her lightsabers were well hidden within her robes, she decided that it wasn't all that evident, and that she would have to let him know, were he so curious. She wondered how he would react, being such an avid student of the Sith?

"I am a student of the Order, one that has been raised in the enclave on Naboo - a Jedi," she replied. She motioned toward her brown robes, as she was wearing a set of clothing usually given to those of the Order as soon as they joined. Usually she wore something of a navy blue and black, or a tan, tannish orange, and brown, but today she had found no need to be donned in anything special, having been preoccupied by the buzzing of the Force and of her thoughts themselves.

"I apologize," she continued, "for not making this known sooner, but when I find someone to speak with that is interesting and true to themselves as you seem to be, I prefer to keep my origins... hidden. When one realizes that I am a Jedi, they tend to view me differently, and that isn't what I want. I want them to view me as a person, if anything, because that way I can speak to them without ..." She shook her head then, unable to truly express the way that she thought about the situation.

"Though I'm most definitely not saying that I cannot have a worthwile conversation with you now that I've been branded a Jedi, I'm simply making note that many times people become biased or perhaps see me as they would - or have learned - to see all Jedi. The word inspires many things... intimidation, anger, fear, jealousy.... People may even begin to treat me favorably if they know what I am. It's hard to find anyone that would look past my simple title.

"But forgive me. It seems that I've gone ranting, without even a simple thought." Apologetically, the youth turned her head to look for her drink, decided against slipping the liquid past her lips again, and then turned back away from it before she cringed. "But I'm sure that you understand what I'm trying to say. Perhaps I should leave it at that."

In truth, not many people understood her in general, but this man did seem to relate to her somehow, though she could not quite place it. Perhaps he knew where she was coming from. Perhaps he knew what she meant?

Or, perhaps, it would change his view on her, just as it did anyone else. She was curious as to how he would react.

Myrkal takes her saying she is Jedi in stride, his face shows no expression whatsoever, although he does manage to feign a small bit of surprise. He smiles at her with the same attentive gaze as before and winks. " I can understand you not telling everyone that you are Jedi. I wouldnt if i was one. Hell i would probably be a sith if i had any use of the force." He laughs wholeheartedly at that, seeing the irony in him, of all people, saying that. "I am always cooped up with sith objects and am always studying them. " He pauses for a moment and then grins mischeiviously.

A few seconds later he smiles at her again then leans a little closer in a mock confidentiality. "Maybe we could collaborate sometime, I am always up to learn new things from whatever source, and i am sure that my own... particular area of study could prove useful to you and well me as well."

He reaches into his duster and pulls a ornate sheath from it. The handle is emblazoned with the ancient symbol of the antei combat academy. Anyone who studies the ancient Sith would know that it is the blade of the Grand Master of the Academy. Which the archaeologiists aiding Myrkal still had no idea of, but he knew. It was the personal dagger of Selkis Szat, Myrkals ancestor. Placing it on the table reverently between them he watches Tatane intently. "This, is the first of its kind. It was made by Darth Mortuu, the artifacer for his prize student Selkis Szat. Most dont know of Selkis but let me tell you a little about him. Unlike most Sith he was not focused on personal power, but instead upon power through knowledge and subversion. As a result he is relatively unknown, a minor Sith lord in a multitude of others., but the one thing about him is this. He made a branch of the Antei Academy in which students were taught to see through the weaknesses of their predecessors. It was this that drew me to study the sith. You see Selkis was my great twelve times back grandfather. So it is in my blood to study. He was destroyed by the other Sith for his studies, they led him to his demise. I am not sure what it was he was working on that provoked this, but over the years he had made many enemies among the brethren, he had even declared himself a rogue because of his hatred for the Sith and their ignorance of wisdom." He pauses for a moment to see if she is still listening. Then seeing her watching him he smiles.

"I apologize, i went on a tirade again. So what do you think about getting info about your enemy from the descendant of your enemy?" He laughs again, it is addictive his laugh, belittling the seriousness of what he had just spoken. Lookng down he sees the blade. "You can check it out if you want."

Tatane was relieved to see that this man seemed to think nothing of her "profession." Perhaps some amusement at her quickness to explain why she had not voiced it right away, but other than that - he quickly overlooked it and went on. In fact, he began to move onto the more interesting bits of the conversation... discoveries, ancenstry. Well, she was most certainly beginning to like this man.

It was true that she was listening quite intently to what he had to say. His ancestor, a Sith? And this discovery of his... quite interesting indeed. No wonder he found himself quite fascinated with the Sith. His very origins ran deep with this way of life.

In reply to his comment of being a Sith, the woman gave an absentminded smile, her eyes on the blade he had just spoken of. "You know," she said, "I have always thought of what it would be like to simply be... a "gray" Jedi. In my opinion, would it not be most advantageous to simply remain "in between," gathering knowledge, teachings, and beliefs from both sides, and then incorporating both in order to create your own view and perspective on things? That way, one could use principles based on either or both beliefs in order to make one's own decisions." She smiled, then shrugged. "Oh, but it's simply a thought. I can't help but wonder, though. What if both the Jedi and the Sith are right? If so, then both the Jedi and the Sith are wrong, as well." She chuckled, despite the solemnity of her words.

When Tavish continued, Tatane nodded her head. "How could I ignore such an offer? I would love to exchange such knowledge with you.... It's an offer that's advantages would heavily outweigh the disadvantages - if there are any disadvantages at all. As I said, I'd be a fool to let pass such an opportunity."

Widening her eyes slightly at his remark, she looked down at the blade. "You would let me look at it?" she asked, somewhat incredulous. "I'm surprised that you would even allow me to touch such an ancient and ... valuable piece. But if you have no problem, then ..." She trailed off as she reached for the item, her fingers itching to trail its length. There was always something in such pieces that fascinated her, for there was always, without a doubt, a story to tell in each and every one.

This one's story would not be untold, much to her great relief - for here, just before her, was a man that had only recently shed light on its origins. It was a remarkable object, this Sith artifact, and she couldn't help but run her fingertips along its blade. "A prize," she murmured, "among so many discoveries. What you could learn from this one thing - is incredible." After a moment she tore her eyes away in order to look up at him. "How lucky you are," she remarked. "If only I could find the time to do what it is you do." She smiled gently, handing him the blade delicately cradled in her open palms.

"And how lucky I am," she added sincerely, "to have found your acquaintance. Perhaps this trip was not as unfortunate as I would have first expected."