A Matter of the Mouth (Open)

[Lakkerun Joh'had]

*Lakkerun Joh'had walks the streets of Coruscant confidently, knowing he is safe as long as he stays away from the bad parts of the massive planet. Fortunately for the Jedi Master, he does know these parts, and he avoids them with all due caution. Starting another problem was not on his agenda for today.

Boldly passing people through the streets with a strange air of confidence, Joh'had clears a nice path for himself. Walking along the paved streets, a small tingle runs down his spine, directing him left. And there, on a large hovering platform, is a grand building.

This was the embassy for the planet Bothawui, home of the Bothan species. There was reported to be some trouble around here, where the Bothans normally try to keep quiet. Something needed to be done, and being nearby, I decided to take the job and help out the Bothans.*

[Lakkerun Joh'had]

*I rub my temple for a moment, as the crowd passes by me. One bigger alien, maybe a Wookiee, tries to shove me over but finds himself in for a surprise when my smaller figure doesn't budge.

Ignoring the large, disgruntled pile of fur near me, I walk towards the platform, and take a deep breath. This one wasn't too far away, but any miscalculation could be bad at this point.

A few people stop to stare, and find themselves in for a shock when my figure takes a massive leap, flying through the air towards the Bothan embassy. It moves a bit closer to me, maybe the Force was guiding it, and I manage to grab on with both arms.

Pulling myself up, I brush the debris off my robes and stroll towards the large building.*

[Lakkerun Joh'had]

*The doors slide open to reveal a long metallic corridor with a female Bothan behind a barren counter, looking bored.

She appears startled at the sudden arrival, but her voice is pleasant as she addresses me.*

Bothan Secretary: "Greetings, visitor! Please tell me your name, and I'll look for your appointment on my schedule..."

Me: "I have no appointment. I am from the Jedi Academy here on Coruscant, and I'm here to help."

*The secretary looks startled, but soon her expression changes to one of uneasiness and disgruntledness. SHe hushes her voice as she moves closer towards me...*

Bothan Secretary: Listen, Jedi... We don't take kindly to your kind barging in here like this. You wouldn't understand what's going on in here, but just to show you the complexity of it all, I'll explain---"

[Lakkerun Joh'had]

"Bothan Secretary: --- About a week ago, the main two clans here had a meeting. You must understand that Bothan politics use, erm, means of convincing the other clans. Not only that, but we are fiercly proud of our Clan's honor.

So at the conculsion of one of our meetings, a member of Clan Ki, Ralk Kas'Ki, said that the leader of Clan Ek, Borsk Bok'Ek, was a 'grand leader for his Clan'. However, Borsk misinterpreted to comment to mean 'disgrace to his Clan', and flew into a rage. A fight broke out, a war between the two clans broke out.

Half of the clans are located in the left wing, the other on the right wing. They refuse to speak to one another, and only stop from fighting for the sake of the other three, minor Clans stuck in the central hall. The three Clans have sent people to sort this out, but Clan Ek says that the theory that he misheard Ralk is impossible, and refuses to acknoledge that he's wrong.

A Jedi coming here to solve things won't help. We Bothans don't want outsiders interfering with a Clan war, especially if they aren't even Bothan themselves..."

[Isii Derrum]

*ROARS out gruffs for about 3 minutes, and then the droid on the Wookie's belt translated*

"Kachaka will help you Jedi, and to restore the peace in your clans..."

*In disguise, this was Master Isii Derrum...but he didn't want to be seen as another Jedi in front of the Bothan...for he knew that she would know that another Jedi meddling in the affair would make it worse*

[Lakkerun Joh'had]

"Please end this charade. You are not Kachaka the Wookiee, you are Jedi Master Isii Derrum. There is no need to arise suspicion, as not only would the Bothans find out and be furious, but they will not listen to a random Wookiee."

*I turn towards the Bothan secretary apologetically.*

"Please excuse my friend here, Ma'am. He just got back from a costume party and he forgot to take off his Wookiee costume. It's gone now, so it won't be a problem..."

*I layer my voice with Force Persuade, and put a quick Force Breach on Isii, so his disguise will be removed immediately.*

[Isii Derrum]

"Yes sir."

*The disguise completely comes off*

"So...where are they, how are we going to deal with this, and when do we leave?"

[Lakkerun Joh'had]

"They're here, we're going to talk to them like civil people, and if all goes well, soon.

Are you in a rush, Isii? Would you rather we slaughter these innocent Bothan? Is that what you prefer? I'd hope not..."

*The secretary stands up, shocked and appalled, but I wave her away rudely, still staring suspiciously at the other Master.*

[Isii Derrum]

"No no no Master Joh'had. If I still had those concepts in my mind, then how would I have become a Jedi Master, rather a Jedi Knight? Sorry if I seem a bit brash, but I just wanted the facts laid out in my mind, so I know what I'm dealing with...it's a bad habit..."

*Isii put a layer of Force Persuade on the Bothan Secretary, and she sat down, and accepted the fact, although Isii still felt the disturbance about it in her mind*

[Lakkerun Joh'had]

"I trust you. But just keep in mind the Jedi Code when making decisions, as not everyone does trust a Jedi, even a Master."

*I bow deep before the other Master*


"Please forgive me for implying that you could be a... a heretic, I guess, among our Order."

[Isii Derrum]

"No problem. My foster father I was a heretic too."

*Isii chuckled slightly and then gazed upon the past...how many years had it been since his father pasted away....25, 26? Who knows, but know he was a memory*