Konan Vorth's Story

"And you... If you wanted water... You should have brought it yourself... What are you some kind of rainbow burned Killik, did you lose your hive my friend, I feel so sorry for you."One of the armored people addressed him in disdain, so he decided to correct the misunderstanding, but the human he'd approached spoke first.

"I'm sorry about that, those Mandalorians aren't the friendliest around." The man had a scowl on his face but continued speaking, "I'm Rift. Follow me, I'll show you how to get water whenever you need it, without asking."

Koda'Rai was intrigued by this, usually he drank from water tanks when they were just beginning to purify it after recycling. A method like what this Rift spoke of would be invaluable. "This one is known as Koda'Rai, Human Rift receives its utmost thanks." The translator made conversations such as this a bit awkward but his message should come across clear enough. At that moment a blaster went off, the reflection showed it was aimed at the Mandalore, and a another took a knee.

"You want to put a hole in the hull, di'kut?! What a shining example of Imperial discipline you are." A tone he'd learn to recognize as female rang out. Koda'Rai was caught in a complex, faith mandated all pilgrims through the stars be protected. But he had no way to interfere with the blaster shot, his exoskeleton was as good as armor but he couldn't get there in time. At that moment, he felt a burning sensation at the back of his skull and the sound of blaster bullet hitting the tip of his stun stick was heard. It's weight was also absent from his back...but how did his stick get there in time? A miracle from Those from Beyond the Veil perhaps? At any rate, the situation may now be diffused.

"Among Koda'Rai's people, the safety of pilgrims among the star is a divine mandate and must take place above all else." He spoke as walking to get his stun stick, the translator making him sound far calmer than he actually was. "Mandalore of before, this one would like to express that it is mammal and not of the Killik species." His swift yet graceful strides took him to his staff, which was undamaged and he quickly returned it to his back.

"Beyond that, this one comes from a peaceful people and would like to implore that others also understand that waste of war. After all, life is not something to be spent and wasted for worldly desires such as power. Lastly, this one also wishes to thank Those from Beyond the Veil for intervening and choosing this one's staff to protect what peace is aboard this vessel."

He went through the symbolic gestures for addressing the holy ones as he spoke. With that he turned to Rift, "Human Rift, before the occurrence of the Divine Ones miracle you were showing this one how to get water. The continuation of that action would be most appreciated."

Koda'Rai wordlessly followed Rift to the bathroom and watched as he filled the cup for a drink. He was completely caught of guard when he was given the cup itself.

"Many thanks and blessings upon Human Rift, Koda'Rai gratefully accepts this means of getting water," he spoke through his translator, before taking it off to drink, his seven green tongues and toothless mouth revealed.. He eagerly began filling the container and quickly drinking water, he could simply empty the cup in his mouth without it ever touching his lips. He'd gotten to about the sixth cup when the ship went out of control. By then Rift had left him alone, Koda'Rai had lost track of the human in his stockpiling of fluids.

He quickly grabbed the cup, it wouldn't do to waste a gift and left the bathroom. With the ship in open free fall, most were preparing for impact and he joined them in the action, and shut his eyes to protect them. Impact happened soon after, the sand doing a surprisingly good job of absorbing the shock, with that many more people survived than would otherwise be possible. Even his equipment was surprisingly intact, wooden cup included. He put the translator back on so he could communicate with other survivors.

"This one inquires about the circumstances of its fellow passengers," the translator rang out in its metallic tones. Even though the volume wasn't loud, the voice would still carry and he'd hopefully get answers. He began securing his translator as well to free up his hands and tail for other work before he spoke so he was able to rise up rather swiftly. He was in pain for sure, but fortune had kept the crash relatively safe and damage relatively small for him. That being said, he still had to use his Stun Stick as a staff to walk properly. His head was still ringing from impact and his footing was far from steady, there may have been more damage from the crash than he expected. As it was, he had no way of physically examining himself for injuries, effectively having him go by what his numbed senses told him.

He then heard a voice echo through out the crash,"Addressment: Attention All Moronic Meatbag Occupants Of This Vessel! Request: Would You All Please Step Out Single File In An Orderly Fashion.... So That I May Extract My Bloody Vengeance By Skinning All Of You Alive?!"