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Chapter 10: Tiss’sharl

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Rating: T

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Vis sat crossed legged as she stared out into the stars from the copilot seat, her heavy bag of tricks still cradled on her lap while her long trench coat flowed onto the ground. She’d been sitting like this for some time now, and as to what was going through her head only the Force knew.

Getting out of the atmosphere had been… a rough experience to say the least, and getting on the ship was even harder, but at the sight of the stars Vis’ panicked breathing had paced out to a quiet existence.

Nek had insisted that she sit up front where she could see everything. He’d said that he used to get flight sick but sitting up front had helped tremendously. And Chol had insisted afterward that if Vis did get flight sick then Nek was cleaning it up.

Luckily that hadn’t occurred much to Nek’s relief and Vis’.

Also in the cockpit stood Soron, Cenden, and Lerti. Nek had gone off once they left the atmosphere to make whatever food they had stored up and BX was probably off in his room re-organizing anything that had moved during takeoff.

“There’s… Just so many stars. I remember them now, I missed them.” Vis breathed.

“They are pretty beautiful.” Chol agreed with a little smile.

“I have to warn you all… And I’m not sure how to explain it, but a lot of new paths have opened up and branched out in between all these stars. My guide’s trying to warn me of a lot of things but there’s just… so much.” Vis explained as she leaned closer to the window.

“That’s what meditating is for.” Cenden remarked.

“I know I just...” She stopped and turned her head towards the right, looking off in another direction of the infinite ink. Her freckles were shifting between a hue a minute. “I like feeling all the paths, the branches and where they connect. Seeing other people through them and how they connect to me and what my guide thinks of them. I have so much to write down.”

Soron smiled, “Well we’ll get a room set up for you so you can unpack.” He said as the three turned to leave Vis with Chol before adding, “You’ll be rooming with Lerti.”

“She’ll be what!?” Lerti burst out as Soron finished, the captain leading her and Cenden out of the room, obviously expecting the reaction.

“We don’t have anymore rooms that aren’t closets or BX’s room which isn’t much of a difference.” Soron pointed out.

“Why can’t she can’t just lay on the floor in one of your rooms!?”

“Lerti, we’re all guys.”

“So what, we have morals now!?”

“We have enough morals to know that she’s bunking with you and that’s an order.” Soron finished. Cenden stood behind him, looking somewhat amused.

Lerti rolled her eyes, “Great. You decide to adopt a kid and now I have to take care of it.”

The Mandalorian warrior turned to walk to her room, probably to stash anything she didn’t want her soon to be roommate to find and or mess with.

Soron turned to Cenden who he noticed was still looking very pleased with himself before the captain added, “So when does training begin?”

Cenden, caught off guard, opened and closed his mouth a couple of times, obviously wanting to argue but not sure how anymore after going toe to toe with him only a few days earlier.

“No answer? Well I’ll answer that for you. Training starts tomorrow as soon as we get back from our little detour in Tiss’sharl. We’re running low on fuel so we’ll be taking a slow pace through hyperspace and will arrive on the planet in at least 24 hours, that should give you plenty of time to come up with a lesson plan.” With that, the captain returned to the cockpit, the door closing once again behind him, leaving Cenden to his thoughts.

The man ran his hands over his face as he leaned up against the wall.

“Truly and honestly I’m asking you, what have I gotten myself into?” Cenden whispered in his mind and into the space around him.

From within the cockpit, the girl turned in her seat as she felt the tug of his thought, though she couldn’t hear what he said, she knew what he felt. Her brow crinkled as she tried to decipher in between all the crossing paths now before them, where his thoughts would lead him.

“I don’t know Cenden. I don’t know where we are either.”

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Bang!

“Ughhh.” Lerti groaned from her bunk.

Whatever kind of sleep she’d been having up until that point was interrupted at the sound of something hitting against the walls.

Bang! Thump!

“What the heck?” Lerti finally forced her eyes open, rubbing her hands against her temples. “Vis? Is that you making that noise?” She said irritably as she turned to face the makeshift bedroll.

Only Vis wasn't there.

“What?” Lerti muttered, groggily standing up. “Vis?” Lerti called.

“Find the straggler and secure the area. On the double.” A garbled and muffled voice echoed through the hallway.

Lerti shook her head in disbelief, she had to be imagining this. “There she is! Get her!” The voice yelled again as heavy boots resounded faintly.

“...no. NO!” Lerti hissed as she grabbed one of her blaster pistols.

Rushing through the door, still in her sleepwear, Lerti had managed to pull her pants on over and throw her helmet on to face whoever had boarded the ship. Running across the hall she checked both directions for the boarders as she banged on the door.

“Soron get up now! We’ve been boarded and Vis is out there!”

Seconds later the door flew open as Soron, shirtless and clutching his blaster rifle in his hands, emerged. “Where?”

“I heard them coming from that way, I heard two but there’s probably more.”

“I’ll get Vis, you go get Cenden and BX and meet me there.” Soron barked as he took off down the hall.

“We found her boss, she’s in there.” Soron heard a garbled but surprisingly light voice.

“No! They cut me off, I’m surrounded!” Vis’ telltale voice sent a spike of fear through Soron as he pushed himself faster down the hall.

‘How had anyone managed to board without us knowing? What did they want?’ Soron thought as he turned the corner and almost ran right into Cenden and Lerti.

“I already heard the noise,” Cenden explained as he cocked his gun. “Lets get zem.”

The three moved stealthily down the corridor and prepared to attack. Whoever they were, they were gathered in one of the ship’s open spaces where the crew kept extra supplies, including weapons. The perfect place for intruders to culminate.

Heavy footsteps began at a run towards their hiding place from around the corner.

The three nodded.

With a yell they jumped out and formed a wall of bodies and blasters.

Vis yelled too as she ran with thump into the solid form of Lerti and fell to the ground. The girl was wearing Soron’s helmet that he’d left lying around, which muffled her normally high pitched and fast paced voice. Despite that, she sounded as if she had managed to make her voice surprisingly deep for her person.

“VIS!?” Lerti yelled. “We could have SHOT you!”

The three looked around the room and realized it was empty…

Vis got up off the ground and slowly lifted up the helmet, a smirk could be seen before the covering was even fully removed,

The girl looked Soron, Cenden, and Lerti up and down, “Hhheeeyyy guys? Nice… Pajamas?”

Cenden snarled. It was true, the crew members (just like Lerti), had all thrown on whatever pieces of armor or clothing items they could could manage before grabbing a gun.

“What in the galaxy are you doing!?”Lerti demanded.

“I’m playing a game with my guide! It’s pretty fun!”

“We thought someone had boarded the ship!” Lerti exasperated.

“Wow… Was my acting that good?” Vis replied.

Cenden and Lerti gave a simultaneous eye roll and turned to leave the room, Cenden adding, “Play quieter next time!”

Soron, who was now simply amused by the whole situation, called out to the two, “MIGHT AS WELL STAY UP! WE’RE LANDING ON TISS’SHARL IN AN HOUR!”

When no reply was met, Soron and Vis looked at each other and shrugged. With that, Vis gave Soron his helmet back with a laugh and she turned to run after Cenden.

From a ways down the hallway Cenden and Lerti rounded a corner to find Nek weilding a wrench. He was still in his work clothes but it was obvious by his demeanor that he’d just woken up.

“Whas goin’ on? Are we under attack?” Nek slurred from beneath his goggles.

Cenden shoved past him, “No. The ‘attack’ is over. It was a false alarm and your timing is terrible.”

Nek removed his goggles just as Vis rounded the corner.

“Hi Nek! I scared everyone this morning! Is there morning in space…?” Vis followed after Cenden, the last part spoken seeming to be more to herself but at the same volume as if she was still talking to Nek.

Lerti was just ahead of the the Jedi and the girl when BX now rounded the corner carrying his blade. “Is it time to fight?”

“NO.” Lerti and Cenden let out at the same time, both of them shoving past the complacent machine.

“Oh. Maybe next time then.” BX continued walking with his blade down the hall, nodding at Vis as she sped walked to keep up with Cenden.

“Hey! Cenden!” She reached forward to poke him.

“What do you want?” He says with anger tinted in his voice as he turns to face his follower.

Vis stopped in her tracks, blinking a bit in confusion at the man’s outburst. Cenden turned and began his walk again, moving briskly towards his room. Vis moved and trotted alongside him.

“Next time we get the chance, do you want to play with me?”

“No.”

“Is it ‘cause I scared you? Because I’m sorry I didn’t know I was being loud and sometimes all the little threads and paths get tangled up in my head and it’s just easier to work them out…”

The two reach Cenden’s room. He opens the door and makes it halfway into the still darkened quarters before turning to answer.

“Stop talking, and no.”

With that he stepped into his room, door sliding to a close. Vis stands on the other side of the door, frustration and confusion again rising to the surface of her gut.

“What are you even saying no to!?” She gave her final word before turning to walk back to Lerti’s room.

Afterall, there were a lot of paths to go through today.

Vis walked through the long halls, staring at her hands as she watched the Force weave in and out of them like fog in the trees.

‘We’re going to another planet. I’m on a ship. There’ll be other people! Other places like I’ve read about! I’ll need to bring all of my journals in case I need to write something down… Maybe I’ll wear three shirts, just in case.’ Vis thought as she organized the enormous list forming in her mind.

Walking into Lerti’s room she caught the Mandalorian warrior slipping on her last piece of red and gray armor over her form fitting clothes.

The warrior somewhat ignored the kid as she watched her start rifling through her sack of a million seemingly useless trinkets and objects. Lerti raised an eyebrow as she saw Vis pull out holocrons, scrolls, but also bits of rocks, flowers, gear parts, even a single shoe.

“It’s probably none of my business,” Lerti began, “But what did your family do for a living again?”

“They were scavengers! They even let me help them find stuff sometimes! Why do you ask?” Vis asked as she threw another pebble aside from her bag.

“No reason.” Lerti said as she watched Vis begin to shove random items into her large coat pockets. She also noticed now that the girl was wearing gun holsters that looked ancient. Inside the holsters, there was nothing but more random parts, screwdrivers, ancient credits from the days of the Republic, and what looked to be a heart-shaped leaf tinted with purple.

She wanted to question what in the galaxy Vis was planning on doing with all of that stuff besides get weighed to the ground and jingle as she walked, but the thought of her getting pickpocketed of the items was enough to make her feel better after the incident Vis caused this morning. She imagined the disappointed face of grubby pickpockets nabbing nothing but worthless credits off her, and with that last thought, Lerti smiled and headed out the door to prepare for landing on Tiss’sharl.

OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

The ship landed on one of dozens of landing pads, numerous workers milling around it. Though the port city was small by the standards of Tiss’sharl, it still bustled with the almost maniac energy of a trade world. The crew descended down the ladder, Chol immediately breaking off to talk with a tan colored Tiss’shar about necessary landing fees and regulations.

“Alright everyone,” Soron began, addressing the crew assembled behind him, “this planet is Mid Rim, which means its safer than the usual dives we visit. But under no circumstances will you let your guard down, run into the wrong Tiss’shar and this place will quickly become as bad as Nar Shadda. Understood?” The crew nodded.

“Good. Now, Nek and myself will try to find any jobs around here and see if we can start assembling supplies from the data table. BX, you help Chol with refueling and guarding the ship.” Soron paused as Chol’s voice rose in anger at the saurian attendant, allowing a string of choice words to slip past his lips. Luckily Lerti slapped her hands over Vis’ ears, who for her part just looked confused. “And try to make sure he doesn’t get into trouble.” Soron finished.

“Roger roger.” BX said before loping off towards the pilot.

Cenden’s whole body seemed to tense up as he watch the droid make his leave.

Still watching BX’s back Cenden spoke, “I’m hoping I’m not going on anymore odd jobs again? Last time you sent me on my own I got shot at. Multiple times.” He deadpanned.

“That’s why you won’t be alone. You and Lerti will be outfitting our newest member.” Soron replied, gesturing to the girl. Cenden’s jaw threatened to drop.

Vis’ eyes were dazzling at the glistening buildings in the distance, her freckles shifting in and out of yellow, to red, to purple, and back again. The girl’s fingernails seemed stuck to her teeth as she pulled at the skin on her nails, a nervous habit they hadn’t seen exhibited until now.

“What?!” Cenden and Lerti both shout out in unison. Sighing Soron walked close, leaning into the two of them to whisper.

“The both of you are really starting to get on my nerves. Look, we found this kid, she’s with us now, and I’m calling the shots. And the shot I’m calling is that I don’t want her to get shot. So I need the two of you to work together on this, and buy the kid some armor. That’s all I’m asking of you. I don’t care where you get it from, but our line of work is dangerous.”

“Maybe you should’ve thought of that before adopting a kid.” Lerti muttered under her breath.

Soron suddenly yanked at Lerti’s ear, “Well it feels like I’ve adopted three. We are in a delicate situation right now, and until we can fully comprehend what we’re wrapped up in, I need my crew to work together. And I mean my whole crew.”

“Fine. But the cost isn't coming out of my cut.” Lerti finished with a turn as she headed over to where Vis was still standing.

Soron turned back to the Jedi, his voice dropped so low that only Cenden could hear it. “And you, I’m sick of your attitude. Whatever it is between you and Vis you need to work it out. Immediately. Am I understood Sondron?”

“Fine.” Cenden sighed in defeat.

“Good. Now then, let's get moving.”

Cenden moved in to join his assigned group. He watched as Lerti slapped Vis’ hand out of her mouth but she moved with her other hand to continue to gnaw away at her fingernails, almost subconsciously.

“Kid quit doing that.” Lerti asserted.

“Until I get some supplies for a vaccination, if you keep doing zhat you will probably be contracting 30 different kinds of diseases and we just got here.” Cenden, their honorary physician, stated nonchalantly.

At this, Vis’ hands shot away from her teeth, “I’m sorry… I just haven’t seen so many… and there’s so many moving things. And it’s so loud. There’s so many connections and paths… they’re moving…”

“Hate to break it to you, but this is just the landing pad. And the city’s going to be a lot busier. This place is a trade city.” Lerti described.

“Oh my guide… I’m going to explode. There’s too many paths guys. I can’t hear. I need them to be quiet!” Vis took a step back towards the ship.

Cenden and Lerti gave each other a look as if to say “should we just leave her behind?” But in a glance they both sighed simultaneously also in an effortless manner of communication saying “Soron would kill us if we ditched her to buy her own armor.”

“...Alright. Vis?” Cenden’s mouth twitched, looking for the right words before he sighed, “Would you like your first Jedi lesson?” He almost mumbled.

Vis’ entire person seemed to perk up, “Really!?” Her freckles shifted to a vibrant pink.

“Yes, but keep it down.”

“Oh! Yeah! Sorry.” Vis’ voice dropped to a loud whisper.

“When you’re around this many people you have to learn to focus not on every little path, but the biggest and most present connections. Focus on the people around you, not so much what they’re saying but sense what they’re thinking and every path will be open to you based on what you’re looking for.” Cenden finished. Vis stood silent the whole time listening intently to every word as if she was trying to record her first lesson.

“Focus! I think I’d read about that in one of the holocron lessons but I didn’t pay much attention to it! Rookie mistake.” She took a breath, “Let’s go!”

She shifted from foot to foot for a second, almost testing which one she should start to walk with and decided on the left. With a shrug from the two older members to their trio. They started off.

Making it into the city with Vis became somewhat of an interesting challenge. Cenden and Lerti made it onto a transport ship packed with every sort of face and species, and Vis’ personality seemed to shift with every change of her freckles. Either quiet and overwhelmed, or excitable and jittery-curious.

As she watched Vis buzz around the transport ship, Lerti had to admit that Vis would probably make a pretty good pickpocket if they weren’t here to legally purchase things. The Mandalorian almost had a heart attack she she saw Vis take a vibrantly colored badge off of a particularly burly looking Wookie’s belt. The girl put it back no problem, but received some suspicious side glances from other passengers who noticed the feat.

“Vis. Please just sit down. Practice focusing or whatever Cenden told you to do.” Lerti hissed over to the girl.

Vis nodded and squished in between Cenden and Lerti in the transport seat suddenly jolting Cenden from a nap Lerti wasn’t aware he was taking with his eyes wide open. Vis took a breath and closed her eyes.

The rest of the trip went completely uneventful accept when they were nearing their destination and Vis’ eye suddenly shot open and she braced herself against the seat yelling, “Watch out!”

With that the transport suddenly jolted to a near stop and everyone in the transport kept moving with the ship. After righting themselves from what seemed to be a near impact, Lerti noticed Cenden had braced himself before hand as well.

“Thanks for the warning.” Lerti sneered.

Cenden shrugged and Vis smiled, “You’re welcome.”

“What was that all about?” Lerti asked as the transport doors opened and they rose to exit. The vehicle didn’t come equipped with windows, so the Mandalorian guessed the two had known because of their ‘Jedi senses.’

“I don’t know.” Vis said as they shuffled out in the crowd, “It felt like something just came speeding in front of the transport.”

“That’s exactly zhat happened.” Cenden explained as he pointed to an Imperial transport that was now stationed just in front of the transport they were on.

Cenden took Vis’ shoulders and lead them away before the transport even had a chance to open. “New deployment. Let’s avoid them as much as possible. We don’t have any identification for her.”

“Who are they?” Vis said a little too loudly.

“Quiet.” Cenden commanded, exiting the crowd. “The Empire. This planet is very much Imperial controlled but we’ll get what we need here. I know I told you to focus earlier, but please, I am begging you to remember that the Empire does not like the Force or the Jedi, so please don’t draw attention to us.”

“Ah yes, like we won’t be drawing any attention to ourselves walking around with a human mood ring.” Lerti exasperated.

“Half-human.” Vis corrected.

“Let’s just get moving and find a place to buy some decent armor already.” Cenden asserted before he took a glance around.

The city rose up in huge monuments above the jungle terrain surrounding the city. The air was abuzz with the sounds of the city coupled with the mingle of thousands of bodies all going one direction after the other. Mixing this with the humid atmosphere, Tiss’sharl wasn’t exactly the vacation destination of the galaxy, but relaxation was never this planet’s forte. Even in the days of the Republic, trade was all that mattered to this planet, and although the politic world of the Tiss’shar has a long running history of violence and assassination, one thing could and would always be agreed on, you integrate with the strongest ally, trade continues, the planet continues to prosper.

It wasn’t much of a surprise to the older Jedi that Tiss’sharl had integrated with the Empire as quickly as they did, it was just such a strange thing to see the planet he’d visited so many years ago for power cell supply runs so very changed.

As the three had walked through the bustling city, Lerti had been the only one truly paying attention to their surroundings as Cenden seemed to gaze through the buildings around him, far off. Vis, on the other hand, had her eyes darting around at a rapid pace. She had continuous stopped or absent-mindedly wandered off several times to which either adults would yell or snap. Eventually, Lerti just made her hold onto the side of her gun holster.

After an hour of wandering and shoving through the crowds, Lerti managed to spot a shop tht might serve as for the purpose they were sent out to fulfill.

“Hey, ya there old man?”  Lerti waved an armored hand in front of Cenden’s face as he snapped from his musings.

“Who are you calling old?” Cenden replied.

“Whatever. Just get in here, I think this place has what we need.” The Mandalorian jerked her thumb behind her, where a respectable looking shop stood with a neon sign reading “Yax’s Fine Armor Emporium.” He followed Lerti and a wide-eyed Vis into the shop. Several stands displayed sets of armor, ranging from heavy clothes and jackets to heavy suits that looked like they were built for Wookiees. Behind the counter sat grey colored Tiss’shar, lazily smoking a metal pipe. As an electronic chime sinks led their arrival his yellow eyes shot up.

“Ah, potential customers!” He exclaimed, taking the pipe out of his mouth and holding it between two claws. “I am the honorable Yax-Tez- Shel, but to you I am simply Yax. How may I be of service to you today?”

“We need armor for zhis one.” Cenden said, gesturing to Vis.

Vis’ hand shot up into a vibrantly colored wave. From where Cenden stood, he could sense her mind reaching out to the Tiss’shar shopkeep. He didn’t want to alert her to his own presence in the connection, but he could sense her connecting him to her own being, and then to the armor around her… It seemed she was examining her choices in the most convoluted way Cenden could imagine.

“Hmm, armor for one so young…” The saurian muttered, taking a long drag before exhaling the smoky vapor. 

“We live in the Outer Rim.” Lerti explained.

“Ah, it does not matter to me. I shall see what I have in her size.” With that he disappeared inside back door behind the counter.

“Guys! These are so awesome!” Vis could barely contain her excitement, her freckles turning bright green as she started darting from rack to rack.

“Let’s see if he’s as reputable as he claims to be first.” Lerti interrupted, tapping her foot impatiently. “I’m getting a bad vibe from him.”

“Vhat do you mean?” Cenden asked before the Tiss’shar reemerged, carrying a shiny new set of armor.

Vis whispered to Cenden as she dragged her finger along some expensive looking helmets, “Lerti right. This guy’s connections are only to the most expensive pieces… There aren’t many in here that I actually need though.”

“Don’t be picky.” Cenden snapped, “You’re lucky we’re even getting you any armor. Ve’ll haggle wit’ him until we get what we need.”

“Excuse me potential customers! May I direct your attention to these fine pieces?” Yax waved his scaled claws over small, Vis-sized, armor pieces, he’d laid out on the table.

Lerti leaned back from a moment, mumbling, “Just let me do the talking.” she finished turning with devilish confidence towards the clerk as she strode over to the counter.

“You really think we’d be interested in these cheap excuses for armor? What do you take us for…?”

OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

My attention quickly wandered from Lerti’s haggle.

As interesting as it was (not really), my guide was pulling me in a different direction back into the store. I could already tell we probably wouldn’t find what we were looking for here, but at least we weren’t on the streets anymore.

It was a terrifying mix of thoughts and possibility out there. I remember bigger cities from when I was younger and not stranded on jungle moon, but we had always steered clear of ginormous places like this. And now here I was, in the belly of the beast. Every turn of my feet mattered to the outcomes, and the twittering of thousands of connections… like flocks of birds back at the temple, but with free will and consciousnesses and… Ah! It was too much! It was worse than being in space!

‘I just have to focus like Cenden said… I can do this.’ Taking a breath, I closed my eyes as I took a couple of steps forward through the store. ‘Focus on the armor… We’re looking for armor my guide. What armor am I looking for?’

My mind bounced from chest plate, to helmet, to shin guards around the room, before suddenly the connection bounced off a gauntlet like lightning and shot outside.

My eyes shot open as I ran over to the window. Outside and walking past the store, two people clad in all white and black identical armor strode by.

“Whhoooaaaa… Twins.” I breathed as I watched them walk past. The Force hovered near them as I acknowledged the two, “Well… That is some nice armor… I wonder where they got it from?”

From at the window I turned and yelled back to Cenden and Lerti who were now having a heated discussion with the clerk, “Hey guys!!! What about those guys’ armor!? It’s pretty nice?” I said as I pressed my finger to the window.

“Not now kid.” Lerti waved my voice away with a flick of her hand, neither of them even turned around.

And the connection was getting away.

Giving a shrug and pulling the door open, I dove back into the open system of the city and started swimming through the yarn bundles of connections as I glanced around, searching for where the people in twin’s armor went. Out of the corner of my eye I spotted them catch attention to something in an alleyway nearby and the two ducked into it.

So I followed, jumping into a sprint to catch up.

“HEY GUYS! WAIT UP!” I called out to them as I made my way through the crowd and towards the shaded alleyway where the twins in white had disappeared.

Swinging the corner, I called out again, “HEY! WAIT!”

A blaster clicked.

I fell backwards on my butt in silent shock as one of the twins in white commanded, “FREEZE!”

My eyes bounced around the alleyway in panic as I nodded. Now staring down the barrel of a blaster only meters away from my face.

‘What did I do!? I must’ve startled them. Maybe they’re just jumpy like Cenden.’ I thought as I slowly stood up off the ground.

“Sorry! Didn’t mean to scare you guys!” I put my hands up and let my trench coat sleeves fall back to my elbows.

The two frowny-faced visors of the twins’ helmet looked at each other, probably in confusion.

“I just wanted to say I like your guy’s armor a lot! I’m in the market to buy some and your’s are very nice. Are you guys twins?” I said as I took a step forward.

One of the two dropped their blaster, “What? No.”

“Oh! Sorry, I just assumed because you guys have the same exact armor.”

“We’re Imperial Stormtroopers. This is standard issue patrol armor. Just because we look the same on the outside doesn’t mean we’re the same underneath.”

I cocked my head, “Ooooooo! I like that! I read a lot and that’s a great line… Have you ever considered being a poet?”

At this, the second twin pressed her gun further forward, “Watch my six, she might be trying to distract us! She might be with the rebel scum that painted that tag!” In response, the first of the twins, again raised his blaster.

Looking over his shoulder, I saw a brightly painted orange bird painted on the wall… It was really beautiful, they seemed to think it meant something dangerous. “I didn’t draw that but… I like the color scheme?” I didn’t know what to say at this point.

“Alright freckles. That’s it. Search her.” The second twin nodded for the first to move in. My freckles shifted into the same orange as the graffiti bird.

“Turn around.”

“Ok.”

I stood somewhat stunned as the Stormtrooper, the minion of the evil Empire that I almost forgot existed, was searching through my pockets. ‘Do I run? Do I fight? Oh my guide what do I do!?’

“She’s not carrying any weapons, just a lot of junk. Might be a pickpocket.” The searcher informed his partner.

“Actually, a lot of them are mementos. My mom’s favorite trinkets before she… passed away few years ago.” I explained to the trooper as he stood.

“Sorry to hear that.” The first Stormtrooper said coldly.

By this time the second stormtrooper had walked up to flank me.

‘You know what.’ I took a breath, ‘This isn’t the first time I’ve met people at gunpoint! These are just more Soron’s and Cenden’s! They’re just people! My guide showed me over here so let’s work with this.’

I smiled a bit and wrapped my arms around my back, twisting back and forth letting my trench coat swish on the ground. At the same time, also letting the Force wash over the two. The second, more paranoid one, had something swirling at the top of her mind.

“Do… Do you have a mom?” I took a guess.

Even under her helmet, she looked a bit shocked, “What’s it to you?”

“I don’t know. Just making conversation. I thought you guys looked nice even under the helmets.”

‘Too sentimental? It’ll have to do.’

She paused for a moment, seeming to watch my face. “My mom passed away about a month ago.”

“I’m sorry to hear that also…”

Suddenly the first trooper piped up, “Wait. Your mom died and you didn’t tell me!?”

“Hey you’ve been busy with your own family, you don’t need to be worrying about my family stuff!”

“Just ‘cause I’m busy doesn’t mean that I don’t care!”

I decided to pipe in, “Communication is important, not that I’m very good at it… Oh! Almost forgot!” My hand shot out towards them, “I’m Vis! Nice to meet you both!”

OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

“No, that discount will not be enough!” Lerti and the shopkeeper had been arguing for some time now. “It has to be at least 60% for that trash to be considered valuable!”

“You dare?” Yax hissed.

“I do!” Lerti barked back. “This stuff is worse than what the Imps wear!”

“It seems that for someone of your culture you have poor knowledge of armor. Maybe you weren't worthy of being taught the way of the warrior.” Yax’s eyes narrowed and a triumphant smirk stretched across his face, while Cenden’s own eyes went wide at the Tiss’shar’s statement.

“How...how dare you!” Lerti yelled, stomping until her face was inches from Yax’s. Cenden turned away for a second, his eyes suddenly growing wide as he looked about the store. A quiet groan escaped his lips.

“Lerti.”

“Not now Cenden.”

“Lerti!”

“WHAT?!” Lerti yelled.

“Where’s Vis?” Cenden asked. Lerti’s anger dissipated as she hastily looked around the shop.

“I thought you were watching her!” Lerti exclaimed.

“I’m not her babysitter!”

“YOU SORT OF ARE!”

Composing herself the Mandalorian sighed. “Alright, let’s find where the kid ran off to.” Shooting one last dirty look to Yax she sped off into the busy streets, the Jedi not far behind.

“Vis! VIS!” They both yelled, trying to spot the half-human girl.

The two both spun about the busy streets in confusion. How long had she been gone? Why did she leave?

Lerti now searched her memory and realized she had heard the sound of the door chime activate about 10 minutes ago, but she hadn’t paid much attention to it then. She’d been too far into her “bargaining.”

“Soron’s gonna kill us…” Lerti muttered under her breath as she continued to search the crowds.

“He won’t have to know if we find her. Let’s just think for a moment. Why would she run off?”

“She said something about someone having nice armor?”

“I remember that. If she followed them there’s a good chance she’s either being kidnapped or mugged by now.”

“Oh shut up!” Lerti looked ready to punch him.

“I was being sarcastic. She can’t have gotten far, and if she was following something she sensed…” Cenden suddenly got an idea and sighed in frustration. “I told her not to use the Force.” Cenden started muttering to himself as he began walking out of the crowd and over back towards the armor shop. “But no. She couldn’t keep to herself for a day. Just one day. Some padawan.” Cenden continued under his breath as he leaned up against the wall.

“What are you muttering about?” Lerti said in a fed up tone.

“Just, be on the look out for me for a moment. I think I can find her.” Cenden said as he closed his eyes and began to concentrate.

His mind reached out through the Force. Skimming over the surface of the energy, like running your hand over the surface of the water, he could sense everything moving and alive in the crowd, causing ripples with every thought and decision made. Then he dove down deeper, beneath the surface, and looked beneath the surface at the people swimming about beneath it. In cities like this, you find a lot of Force-sensitives who are completely unaware of their connection. Looking through the “water”, he could sense the blurry image of someone willingly walking beneath the surface, and it wasn’t that far away from where he and Lerti were standing… Two other figures stood with her, but on the surface, her effect washing over them.

“Gotcha…” Cenden said as pulled himself out of it, safely above on the surface.

Opening his eyes, he looked over about a block away towards an alleyway not too far off, Vis’ connection still attached to his being, he pointed. “She’s down that alleyway, she’s with two other people.”

Lerti eyed where he was pointing with a confused look. “Jedi stuff?”

“Jedi stuff.” Cenden nodded and they walked off towards the alley, following her trail.

Cenden rounded the corner before quickly pushing him and Lerti back around the corner in panic.

“Stormtroopers.” Cenden said.

“What!?”

“Stormtroopers. Vis is with two troopers.”

“We have to get her out of there. She doesn’t have identification papers. I’ll go high, you go low and cause a distraction if you need to while I take them out from the rooftops.” Lerti devised the plan and Cenden nodded.

Lerti began grabbing some parts out of her pockets, connecting and fixing them into one of her pistols, quickly becoming a short range rifle.

“What where did you get those from?” Cenden asked.

“Just go get Vis away from those bucketheads, I’ll cover you. Remember, try to smooth talk.” Lerti commanded as she boosted herself up onto a window sill and began her climb to the roof.

OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

I wasn’t exactly lying before when I said communication wasn’t my strongest skill, after all, I’d been alone so long and the only person I ever really needed to talk to could read my mind. But as the Force and I spoke with these two, I sensed the balance in our thoughts, even if the words I spoke weren’t on topic they were still something the two wanted to hear. In each thought lay another underlying meaning, another purpose for which something was being said. Every off topic represented another desire… another parallel. And from there, it seemed as if these minions and I could get along just fine.

“So all those trinkets you have in your pocket you saved from your family? Why those pieces?” The male Stormtrooper questioned as I’d taken out the pan pipes after the topic of music had come up.

“They just… felt like the right ones to take with me.” I shrugged.

‘I want to tell them… Cenden said not to though… I’ll be sneaky about it if you don’t want to be introduced?’ I thought to my guide.

The Force gave a nod and settled with us in the conversation.

The four of us stood near the center of the alley way, the female Stormtrooper leaned up against the wall and the male standing near, his blaster lazily slung in one hand. I’d asked them if they needed to get back to work, but they had told me they get 15 minute breaks on patrols as long as they’re stationed somewhere observational for crime. I had decided to stay with them.

I looked over at female trooper, “I’m sorry again about your mom.”

“It’s alright. It’s funny, I’m not sure why we’re standing here talking like a bunch of saps when we,” She motioned to her partner, “Are supposed to be doing our jobs. I just don’t see the point in it anymore. The only reason I took this job was to help pay medical bills, but now that she’s gone, it’s sort of pointless.”

‘Looking for words. Looking for words… Found some words!’

“Doing something for a cause without a purpose is pretty sad I’d say.”

The male trooper now spoke up, “Heh. If you wanna talk about doing something without a purpose, then it’s pretty fitting we’re standing in a Rebel tagged junction. I mean, what do they hope to gain by overthrowing the Empire? A new republic? Anarchy?”

“Rebellion tagged? What’s that mean? Is that what that marking is?”

“You don’t know about the Rebellion? Seriously? Have you been living under a rock?” The woman now interjected.

I laughed, “Sort of! I have a lot of reading material without a lot of updates on the data.”

“Well, let me just tell you then kid. I don’t know where you came from or where you're going, but you won’t get much farther without hearing about some of these organizations exploits against the Empire. Supply run bombings. Blockade jumping. Theft. Murder. You name it and they’ve done it. I’ve heard some of the boys saying it’s the Jedi’s revenge, especially with those two I heard about in the Outer Rim and this other guy named Luke…”

An angry accent suddenly cut across the alley way.

“Vis! Where have you been!? We’ve been looking all over for you!” I watched as Cenden suddenly loomed between me and the troopers, “Sorry, officers, my… niece, wanders off quite often. Come on, let’s go!” He began to usher me away from the two somewhat confused troopers.

“Wait! No! They were just about to tell me about a Jed-” Before the word could escape my mouth, Cenden roughly grabbed my arm and began to drag me by it, “Ouch! Stop that!”

“Sir! I’m going to have to ask you to unhand her and lets see some identification!” The female trooper commanded.

Cenden free hand clicked, revealing his blaster now aimed at the trooper.

The two troopers now aimed their weapons. Everyone’s hearts were suddenly racing.

“Wait, wait, wait!” I held up my hands and walked in between the three. I looked over at the troopers, “It’s ok! He’s ok! My uncle just has… Clone Wars, PTSD?” I smiled over at them and then at Cenden. “No one needs to shoot anyone. I just wandered off while we were armor shopping for me!”

There was a pause before Cenden quickly put his blaster down, and I saw the strangest smile go across his face. “I’m s-so sorry officers. It’s a nervous twitch at this point, I was at war f-for a long time.”

I almost gasped with delight. Cenden was playing pretend.

The two troopers looked over at each other still pointed and ready. The first trooper motioned with her blaster towards the tagging on the wall, “Have an alibi for where you and the girl where about 25 parsecs ago? This “mural” isn’t finished, come back to finish the job?”

“N-no, we didn’t make that, nor do we know anyone who did. We were at the armor shop down the street for the past half hour, who can ask the s-shopkeeper if you like?” Cenden continued to stutter, seemingly nervous.

Again, the two troopers looked at eachother, but this time they gave a nod and lowered their weapons. “Alright, we’ll let you off with a warning, we should have you arrested for pulling a gun on two officers of the law, but we have better things to be doing. Let’s see some identification.”

“O-oh ok. Of course.” Cenden pulled holo device out of his pocket and presented the image to the troopers.

“Cenden Sondron. Male. Homeworld: Ambria. Huh, never been. Is it nice where you’re from?”

“Can’t say I’ve been back in a while.” Cenden said, his voice somewhat returning for a moment to it’s gruff state.

“Right, and the girl?”

“I-I’m so sorry, her aunt would be the one to be carrying that with her. She’s back at the ship sadly, so,” Cenden glanced over at me before he waved his hand in front of their faces. “You don’t need to see her identification.”

I felt the Force suddenly pulsed and smothered their minds. It felt disgusting to me, like a hiccup in their thoughts as they went limp before regaining consciousness; only for such a brief moment it was almost unseeable.

“We… Don’t need to see her identification.” The both said in unison.

“Alright, thank you.” Cenden grumbled with a dignified turn on his heels, “Vis, let’s go.”

I waited in place for a moment, they still felt hazy inside. Reaching out my hands, I took one of each of their own hands and shook them.

“It was so nice to meet you both.” With that the clouds suddenly snapped back into place and they looked around, aware again. “What were your names again?” I asked the two as they became suddenly aware of me shaking their hands.

“Uuuhhh, um, right. I’m Lyel and this is my partner Niu. You were Vis… Right?” The female trooper named Lyel answered, coming out of the dream.

“That’s right! And it was really nice running into you guys… We have to keep looking for armor now but I still do really like the theme of yours. Even if they’re all identical on the outside.”

Lyel laughed as she bent her head a bit to remove her helmet, revealing the soft, slanted eyes and straight black hair underneath, “So you’re looking for armor? We might have a suggestion.”

OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

“So then if I reroute the system from the ship through a cable in the original data table I should be able to sync the systems to the new one… And that’s considering if the original system is coming from the temple and if it’s not I’ll have to have a back-up…”

Soron watched Nek muttering to himself as they sat on the slowly emptying and refilling transport waiting for their next stop. The Devaronian had the goggles he normally wore for detailed repair placed over his eyes as he buried his face in the blue prints he’d drawn up for the installed data table.

From the corner of the page, Soron could also make out a long, long list of material. Half of the parts he’d never even heard of, and for a moment wondered if the engineer truly knew how to build this thing.

‘Regardless of if he knows what he’s doing, this is going to cost us a fortune… And we don’t truly know what the pay off will be. Beebs better have some decent work for us next time we see her.’ Soron thought as a pang of anxiety shot his stomach. ‘What are we doing? Why do I care? I’m just going to blindly listen to some child we found and a weird dream I had probably based on severe head injury?’

Doubt began to caress his mind and Soron ran a hand over his face and snout almost in an effort to brush it off.

“Something on your mind?” Nek said, not even looking up from his blueprint.

“Just… general panic considering our money situation and disposition.”

Nek now looked over, his slanted yellow eyes made fish bowled under his work goggles. “Is this about the crystal screening on the list? I can try and find another brand I just don’t want cracking from any outside impacts…”

“No, no. We’re getting what you need. It’s just, don’t you find any of this a little odd?”

“Captain, all of this is odd to me. But what about this is odd to you?”

Soron thought for a moment and tried to put it into words. Lowering his voice a bit, he leaned in, “I am a full grown adult whose lifelong career had been much less than legal. I run a crew of individuals willing to work outside any law there is under often the direction of a crime boss and now we’re here on a posher than average trading planet under the direction of a force we can’t see and a child. Doesn’t this feel like a wild goose chase at all to you?”

Nek was silent for a long while before shrugging, hesitantly looking now over his blueprints with an air of fear. “I don’t know… It feels like a real adventure. Although we kind of go on adventures a lot. But this was what you wanted right? Hiring Cenden into the crew, looking for that holocron, finding that temple… This was the answers you were looking for right?”

Soron folded his arms across his body, “I don’t know what I was looking for. And I still don’t know what I’m looking for. But I started this operation, I made a promise, I intend to finish this work.”

“...What promise?”

Soron looked over, a little shocked he’d let something slip. The transport rocked a little as the doors closed and the ship again took off speeding. Soron sighed.

“This isn’t exactly how I intended telling a bit of this story considering how long this crew has been together… Actually I think only Chol knows about this so maybe be a bit discrete about what I’m going to tell you?”

Nek nodded.

Soron’s leaned in again, “Now you’re all well aware this, but I’m considered an outcast of my clan on my home planet for numerous reasons. Doesn’t mean I can’t go back to that planet… A world’s a big place. But, I’m looking for someone out here.”

“Girlfriend?” Nek suddenly jumped in.

“No. But I appreciate the participation.” There was a pause, “I’m looking for my younger sister.”

“Is she banished too?”

“No, not technically. She’s just… a long time ago I went back home and… she was gone. And I know I take credit for being the ‘leader’, for wanting to find artifacts and knowledge that will give the universe some meaning. But it all started with her. She was…” Soron stopped himself and looked around, “She was like Cenden and Vis.”

Nek gasped with a hissed whisper, “Really!?”

“Yes really. When we were younger, the Jedi” Soron mouthed, “Actually came to take her into their instruction. Unfortunately for us, our clan has a strict, stupid, and closed minded policy, much like the rest of my species. Nobody comes in and nobody leaves our world. So despite her talents, she was left without a teacher. But she had this beautiful way at looking at the galaxy and I’d be lying if I said she wasn’t a realist, but one of the most hopeful realists I’d ever known. She always said… there was some bigger picture to the galaxy that most couldn’t understand. Not just the light side and the dark side. Not just good versus evil. It was a reality beyond heroics, that the galaxy just is. Together, we made journeys off world. That’s how we met Chol actually. He smuggled us out of one of the only trading ports on our planets numerous times and together we searched for artifacts, Jedi knowledge,” He mouthed again, “Anything we could find for her to keep learning. And the last time I saw her, in a conversation only important in hindsight, I promised I wouldn’t stop searching for answers. I wanted to learn as much as she did at this point, we were, unstoppable.”

“Why didn’t she just go to Coruscant?”

“What?”

“If you guys had snuck out, why didn’t she go and join the Jedi council then?” Nek also mouthing the forbidden word.

“I asked her the same thing, multiple times actually. She always said she was too old now, but I could always tell there was something she wasn’t telling me… Or maybe something she couldn’t explain. It seems it might’ve been for the best for her to be on the outside in the end.”

“Might’ve been?” Nek questioned.

“To be honest, when she disappeared, I assumed she might’ve gone and joined them finally. She had been doing a lot of research, meditating, all that stuff. I thought maybe in my temporary absence she finally just abandoned her feelings and left. But then… the Clone Wars ended how it did… If she is truly alive she’s not with them.”

“Where could she be then?”

“She could be anywhere. But I assumed continuing her work, following the trail of knowledge and artifacts, I figured if I’ve found it she probably has too. In all honesty, I’m doing this for myself as much as for her. I want to understand the Force like she did, this whole galaxy is so pointless. There has to be more.”

Nek shrugged, “Well that’s why I joined. Regardless of who came up with the idea, I like the idea of finding purpose. Whether it’s adventure, or a truth just to us, or a truth just common to life, I’d like to learn what it is. And considering what you’ve just said, and the strange path we’ve found ourselves on, I’d say this is anything but a waste of time.” He said as he motioned with his blueprints.

Soron nodded and smiled before leaning back in his seat, “Well that’s reassuring when you put it like that… It’s funny, Vis actually reminds me so much of her. Their abilities are different, but they’re both so lively and curious. I hope those three are getting along okay on their ‘mission’.”

[mortallyclearwonderland]

Star Wars Alien Species - Tiss'shar

Tiss'sharl was a planet in the Xappyh sector, located in the Outer Rim Territories. Sometime prior to 3976 BBY, Mandalore the Ultimate ordered the Mandalorians to expand outward. Among the peoples they discovered were the Tiss'shar, many of whom became recruits among the Mandalorians, who had begun to accept members of non-Taung races.

In 3704 BBY, the hyperspace explorer Freia Kallea connected the nearby Morellian Trail to the Spurs of Celanon as part of the super-hyperlane that came to be known as the Hydian Way. This opened up this region to the rest of the galaxy, and the space that included Tiss'sharl was explored between 3000 and 1000 BBY. The Tiss'shar came under the undisputed authority of the Tiss'sharl League in approximately 1000 BBY; the rule of the League provided stability and abundance for the Tiss'shar, though it also eventually fostered the cutthroat politics that characterized it during the Imperial era. During the Clone Wars, Tiss'sharl fell within territory controlled by the Galactic Republic.

By the time of the Galactic Civil War, the Tiss'shar were well-integrated into the galaxy. They were key players in the galactic economy, with Tiss'sharl the focus of extensive import and export activity, often generating a trade surplus. Many galactic corporations, including TaggeCo, had set up offices on the planet. The world was loyal to the Empire, with Moff Giiedt serving as Imperial liaison to Tiss'sharl.

The election prior to the Battle of Yavin left Si-Di-Ri in the Presidency of the Tiss'sharl League, with his friend Astre-De-Kay as Vice President, and Geor-Dan-Thi appointed to the League Council. Geor-Dan-Thi soon rose in power, as Mayor Antha-Kres, Secretary Lai-O-Sid, and Astre-De-Kay all soon died under questionable circumstances. Many, including Si-Di-Ri himself, believed Geor-Dan-Thi, by then Vice President, was not finished rising through the League's hierarchy through assassination.

The Galactic Civil War brought new challenges. Darth Vader visited the world three times in a year, each time demanding a lower selling price of TaggeCo blaster cartridges. Vader's third visit occurred eight months after the Battle of Yavin, following the death of Moff Giiedt. Vader brought Giiedt's replacement, Commander Demmings, and spared him the task of demanding yet another price cut, to 1,000 credits per 5,000-cartridge container.

Si-Di-Ri secretly met with former Senator Timi Rotramel of Mon Calamari, who was sent by the Rebel Alliance to offer Tiss'sharl protection from the Empire, including the establishment of an Alliance base. Despite the pressure the Empire's demands were making on Tiss'sharl's economy, Si-Di-Ri refused Rotramel's offer, as the Rebellion was on the run and in hiding from the Empire, and thus was not a viable alternative in his eyes. His refusal occurred just as Vader arrived at the meeting. The raise in prices had been part of a gambit by Vader to draw a Rebel emissary to Tiss'sharl, though he had expected Princess Leia Organa instead of Rotramel. Vader killed Rotramel, and, in light of Si-Di-Ri's loyalty and unwitting assistance in the gambit, allowed TaggeCo to retain its current prices. Si-Di-Ri, realizing he was ultimately a pawn in spite of his position, and realizing the position was not worth the constant risk of assassination, chose to resign his post, the first President of the Tiss'sharl League in recent memory to do so.

Tiss'shar social structure was inextricably tied to business. Nearly all Tiss'shar families had a corporation as a patron, which provided the family with its material needs in exchange for the dedicated labor of its members. Patron corporations regularly supplied food, housing, health care, education, and security services. While most companies native to Tiss'sharl focused on enviro-technology and modern weaponry, they also produced many other high-end products such as hyperdrives and droids. Tiss'sharl was open to companies from offworld, and some of the most prominent corporations from around the galaxy set up offices there; however, these companies' less generous benefits packages often meant they could only attract less skilled Tiss'shar to their payroll.

The predatory instincts of the Tiss'shar, redirected into the realm of business, served them well. While no stereotype fully defined the species, they often were considered aggressive, resourceful, calculating businessbeings. These traits also made them excellent assassins and gunfighters, renowned galaxywide for their efficiency. Most Tiss'shar had an appreciation for the art of the deal, and conducted their business legitimately; even those who chose the path of the assassin remembered that they were conducting business and respected their contracts. Tiss'shar tended to focus solely on success, tackling problems with a detached and calculating approach. They often preferred subterfuge over overt physical approaches when solving disputes.

Government among the Tiss'shar was also tied to business. Tiss'sharl was governed by the Tiss'sharl League, a body consisting of those businessbeings whose companies posted the highest profits for the previous five local years, with each local year being roughly eleven standard months long. The body was not restricted to Tiss'shar; foreigners were also eligible to become a part of the League, which was headed by a President and Vice President, with officers and league councilors filling out other roles. Tiss'shar politics by the time of the Galactic Civil War were extremely cutthroat, with advancement often occurring as a result of assassination.

Tiss'shar typically did not wear clothing other than a simple tool harness, though that was far from an absolute rule. Citizens of the capital city could be seen wearing garments of various sorts covering their upper torsos. Members of the Tiss'sharl League and their guards often wore elaborate outfits about their necks and shoulders, and guards also wore wide-brimmed helmets. Assassins sometimes wore a face-concealing cowl.

Tiss'shar cuisine, befitting their predatory nature, was served unheated. Meat was served still attached to the bone of the creature of origin, with no attempt made to disguise the source; small animals were served whole.

The Tiss'shar, bipedal therapods descended from predatory reptilians native to the humid jungle continents of Tiss'sharl. They were relatively strong and agile, with long necks, slender torsos, wider hips, and a short but wiry tail. Their mouths were filled with short, sharp teeth, and their large tongues were pink and constantly moving. Their large eyes were black and appeared glassy as a result of the clear, resilient film that covered and protected them. Many Tiss'shar had prominent sickle-shaped claws on the first toe of their feet; some also possessed a crest of feathers atop their heads.

There were six subspecies of Tiss'shar, distinguished most easily by the markings on their scales. The sil-ar were the most common, and had diamond shaped markings on the backs of their heads and torsos, and on their limbs. The kal-ar were another common subspecies, having thin, concentric bands beginning at the base of their jaws and going all the way to their feet. Other subspecies included the ask-ar, which had red markings resembling masks on their faces; the orl-ar, which had green scales punctuated by yellow-orange stripes; the nil-ar, which had thin red bands around their eyes, wrists, ankles, and tails; and the isk-ar, which were albino Tiss'shar with translucent white scales and no other visible markings.

The average Tiss'shar adult stands between 1.5 and 1.8 meters or 4.9 and 5.9 feet tall.

Tiss'shar age at the following stages:

1 - 6 Child

7 - 10 Young Adult

11 - 34 Adult

35 - 49 Middle Age

50 - 64 Old

Examples of Names: Abin-Ral-Xufush, Heth-Lis-Fel, Kal-Tan-Shi, Lur-Sha-Han, San-Kur-Lor, Uul-Rha-Shan.

Languages: Tiss'shar speak a language of the same name, consisting of hisses, shrieks, and lisping vocalizations. Written Tiss'shar is a violent-looking series of sharp lines and curves.