Not about to look a gift dewback in the mouth, Lyla gestured to an assortment of tools. 'Thanks. I'd say "grab a shovel", but I think Grandfather Iponta might have that covered soon.'

'You know, if you wanted a ride, you could've gone to Neskroff Spaceport. You came an awfully long way for a ship that doesn't fly.'

Smiling at the suggestion Bron, looks back towards the ship and says "She might not look like much now, but I have a good feeling about her and her crew. Besides, I do not believe that there are many star ships headed my way leaving from the spaceport."

'You don't know where we're going yet.' Lyla pointed out, amused. 'We don't know where we're going yet.' This guy seemed to be a mystic of some sort, and Lyla was too practically minded to let him go unquestioned. Plus, it was getting weird how all these people suddenly wanted to fly with them. They must be getting famous.

Taking a more serious expression but still being quite charismatic Bron says, "It is not the destination the interests me, but rather the journey. Any star ship can get me anywhere I wish to go, but very few will make the trip worth while. As I have said, I have a good feeling about you and your crew"

His eyes wander amongst the crew, once again lingering on Tera for a few moments longer than anyone else.

Looking up at the sky, he almost seems to meditate for a moment before continuing, "The galaxy is a vast and mysterious place, but every being in it is destined for one thing or another. To travel the stars is a great achievement, and within those light-years are where heroes are born.

Bron slowly brings his gaze back down and looks Lyla directly in the eyes. His Violet eyes almost piercing through Lyla and into her very soul. "You and your companions, have traveled a great distance to be here, on this day, at this hour. However this is not where your adventure ends. It is this adventure of yours that will take me where I need to go."

He sounded like old Ben Kenobi, the crazy hermit out by the Dune Sea back on Tatooine. Lyla met his gaze, her eyes bright and defiant and cocky. She was also too practically minded to be taken in and buttered up by mystical guff, not by Ben's and not by this guy's. It was being famous, she decided. They were attracting all sorts. 'Yeah, alright, grab a shovel.' she said simply. 'The adventure ends at teatime.'

With a nod, Bron throws back the hood of his robe. His long blonde hair set back in a pony-tail disappears into the depths of the robes. Know in the full light of the sun, you can see that he has chiseled hard lines on his face. While not the lines of strength, you can tell by the way he moves and the features you can see that he is quite agile.

After a comment about proper societal structure and tea, he grabs a shovel and sets in. If you watch him for a while, even in his robes he is not sweating and he is working just as hard as anyone else.

Bron does not complain at all, and does not say much while working in general. However, when he does say something it is almost in a riddle, or philosophical manor.

Though he jumps aside when so directed by Lyla, Jason can't help but stare at the strange crystalline wave the shaman seemed to generate or control and he struggles to understand how it works and if there's some trick to it that he simply hasn't figured out. So he ends up poking the crystal with his shovel experimentally. But as that offers no results, he simply returns to digging while following the conversation. There's really no reason he can't dig and talk at the same time.

The exchange between Lyla and the man is rather amusing, the man doesn't seem to be lacking in words, but at the same time he's not very definite on anything. The idea of travelling the galaxy for the sake of travelling seems rather vague to him. He's used to following orders, to have a specific goal and work towards it. This man sounds more like a philosopher than anything else.

He's a little surprised when Lyla simply accepts the man. Not that Jason has anything against him, he seems harmless enough. But they're not exactly running a pleasure cruise here. They're members of the rebel alliance. Certainly they should at least measure the man's love for the empire and his feelings for the rebellion before simply taking him along.

"So, you just decide to throw in your destiny with a group of random strangers because you have a good feeling about them? I'm just saying, for all you know, we might be crazy. Or traitors, a part of the rebellion against the empire. Who knows what kind of terrible things we might be up to.."

He looks briefly at Lyla, hoping he isn't overstepping his bounds, he has only just joined the crew himself after all. But it just makes sense to him to at least see how the man feels about rebels and the empire. No harm in that right?

With a glance towards Jason, without stopping his digging Bron says "We are all parts of the same organism, you may not be able to feel it, but the universe is alive. For all the good in the universe, there is an equal and opposite bad in the universe. One must take the good with the bad, and vise versa. You and your companions here, are striving to survive and based on the ships we are unearthing it would be my surmise that you are not of the empire.

Bron waves his hand towards the Gutretee shaman and says "Also you have gained the trust of this wise and honorable holy man. Not an easy task around here, if he is willing to give you his trust than so am I."

"Rather than waste time trying to dig it out..." Tera bowed towards the shaman "We have great respect for the Gutretee and their ways. We know the Gutretee are the great crystal shapers of Isis. Would it be possible for you to free the ships from the crystals and set them on top that we might concentrate more on repairing them?" Tera requested of the shaman, not entirely sure if he'd agree.

She watched the man warily, unsure what to make of him, knowing only his answers were as evasive as anything she might expect to hear from a denizen of Mos Eisley. The only saving grace that was aside from being a little eccentric, he didn't seem directly threatening.

Jason stops digging and waves away the newcomer's comments as if they were an irksome fly.

"I don't believe that at all. If the universe were in perfect balance, nothing we do would ever matter. Every act of kindness I take, would immediately be balanced out by an act of cruelty. We might as well sit around doing nothing. I like to think that our actions matter, that when I do something good, I make the galaxy just a tiny bit better.."

He glances towards Tera and leans on the handle of his shovel. If this shaman could free the ship so easily he's done a lot of digging for no reason. Still, he's curious to see if the man can. It would mean he can get to work on the X-wing. Which of course holds his main interest even if he's willing to work on the larger ship first as a group effort.

Smiling as he continues his work, Bron says "Do not misunderstand me, the universe is not always in balance. Every little good act you do does help the over all health of the universe. The bee cannot exist without the flower, just as the flower cannot exist without the bee. Yes this is a rather simplistic example, but a most apt example as well.

The old and dull Gutretee had already offered to help and whilst the Rebels began their introduction with Bron the old shaman nodded slowly to the further requests he received. He raised his hands as the others laid down their shovels "strong am I, not qu-ick am I" he intoned as the crystal shards around the Alabak's Gold began to slowly shift. The crystals became like liquid and ran like molten metal, slowly and meanderingly from the hull of the starcraft. As the multi-coloured liquid crystal touched the bare ground it soaked in like rain on sand. The excavation was truly amazing but it would take the old shaman a long time to move such a large amount of debris so that the transport could be flown away.

Inside the jumpship Klyn felt it judder and shake as the crystals encasing it dripped away and the Alabak's Gold creaked in relief as it began to escape its crystalline prison.
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Stepping back as the shaman begins unearthing the ship, Bron takes a look around. Picking up a couple small shards and assorted sized crystal pebbles he smiles as he picks out what to anyone else seem like ordinary chucks of crystal. But to him he see's perfect training and meditation tools.

After glancing around he sees Tera, and picks up a couple more samples.

Tera bowed gratefully to the shaman. "We thank you for your help. If there is anything we can help the gutretee or you with to thank you for helping us, please let us know. There are some other craft we might need your assistance with." Tera glanced back at the new arrival wondering why he was making her skin crawl. It felt like he was watching her.

As Jason looked expectantly to her, Lyla was struck by her position in this group. A lot of people had come and gone since they'd stolen the transponder codes for Polmanar: Willmar, Mallox, Zerrek, and now Oglo, all those names disappeared or reassigned. Only she and Klyn remained from those early days, and they weren't even that long ago. And Klyn, as the engineer, spent most of his time with the ship, if he could help it. Lyla realised she was now the veteran, the leader of this small band of rebels. And she'd never felt like a leader before, always a follower, or a loner. It seemed a strange contradiction. She'd been the one least for the Rebellion, but she'd stuck with it the longest, had been willing to die for it back in that torture chamber. She liked to be alone, yet was at the heart of this group. She was the one who believed that all things changed, even herself, yet she was the one constant here. Her, and the ship.

'Keep in mind no one's got a ticket flying anywhere yet. It's not even up to us. Command will decide where we go and who tags along.' she warned, before they all started moving in and nesting. 'And this is Isis: everyone non-Gutretee here's with the Alliance and been checked out. So I assume you're all on side.' she said to Jason and the robed guy. Maybe Jason had forgotten which side he was on?

She attacked a pile of rubble again, not wanting to look like she was slacking off while Old Yustavan took care of the heavy lifting. 'There's no balance in nature. It's a myth. One more surviving gutkurr chick in a season will decimate the rycrit population, then the shriffle-shrooms grow out of control. Then, once everyone's got it worked out, someone goes and evolves again. It's chaos. There is no balance, only change.' Scooping away a shovelful of crystals, she added 'So we either go along with it, or we make the change we want to see in the galaxy.' Maybe it did make sense for her to be a part of the Rebellion, not to restore the crusty old Republic, but to bring down the Empire change the Galaxy for the better.

Her words were twi'lek philosophy and rustic wisdom. The robed guy had gotten her feeling philosophical, the kind she felt when she was bored out hiking... That was who he reminded her of – Oglo Obwatt! She wondered if it was too late to tell him to clear off. 'What's your name, anyway?' she asked the robed guy, as he'd said a lot of words, but not his name. If he turned out to be an Ithorian in disguise, there'd be trouble.

Lyla stopped work when Yustavan started his crystal-moving show, putting down her shovel to watch. It was an awesome sight, to see all that earth change and flow away, to see the great ship rise out of its grave, the kind of miracle that refreshed her faith. Lyla touched her tails in prayer to the Goddess, then coiled them for the Great Bantha too, just to be sure.

'Thanks so much, great one. We have a starfighter too, over there, if it's not too much trouble, but we can probably do that ourselves.' she added after Tera, both asking and not asking. It seemed greedy to ask for miracles. 'The other only crash-landed on top of the ground, so it doesn't need excavating.'
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"I am Bron Tolgo, as was my father before me and his father before him. Mention my master's name Johdor Tombreek to your council if you need further confirmation about who I am and who I side with. But you are correct young miss, everyone granted leave to come and go here on Isis is of the Alliance. Or at the very least seeking to join their ranks.

Thinking to himself "These are good people."

"Well.. nobody who isn't with the alliance that we know of.. I'm just saying, if the empire located the planet anyone else could have too, if only by sheer chance. There isn't a place in the galaxy some unlucky fool can't stumble into. Still, since our only other option seems to be to leave him here stranded, I totally agree we should offer him a ride, I was just playing the devil's advocate"

When she expands upon her views of the galaxy he listens along, he isn't sure the galaxy follows the rule of chaos anymore than the rule of balance. To his mind, the galaxy just is, and isn't bound by a single law, though that might be chaos in itself.

"Guess I feel that the galaxy just is.. It's how we see it that changes, just like how we see ourselves might change. One day you might think yourself defending the honor and integrity of a grand institution, the next day.. you find yourself trapped in a corrupt totalitarian society build around oppression and elitism. But the truth is nothing has changed except your own perception.."

Clearly these words mean a lot more to him than a mere philosophical debate and he falls quiet for a moment after speaking them. Then he turns his attention to the X-wing and then looks at Lyla. It looks like this shaman is doing a lot more work than they were doing with the shovels. And it seems like they can't really help much while he's controlling the crystal, however the hells he's doing that.

"Good idea, we should get started on the X-wing? If our eh.. friend here is working to free this ship. Not sure how much shoveling I can do while the crystals are moving on their own anyway.."

He heads over to the X-wing and starts helping Lyla with the digging, glad to have something to do again, some physical labor to focus his attention on.

Pocketing the crystals, Bron joins Jason and Lyla in digging out the x-wing. After a while, Bron looks up from his shovel and says "You know, Isis is fairly remote and well hidden. How did you end up here crashed into the crystal formations?"

In all the heat, and buried beneath his robes, Bron has still not broken a sweat. He continues to make progress as he comments on the situation.

Lyla just stared at Bron Tolgo, half-smiling, her expression somewhere been amused and stunned. 'Young miss?' Of all the patronising... Especially since he can't have been that much older than herself, all up. She felt the guy was overdoing the mysterious mystic act, and something about it just rubbed her up the wrong way. She would let it go. 'I ain't been a "young miss" since I was nine, old man.' she commented, turning and marching toward the buried starfighter, shovel over her shoulder.

She dug some more rock crystal away from the buried X-wing, continuing the work she'd done to free Rynn only the other day. She talked as she worked, saying simply 'We were coming into Neskroff after a mission when we got involved in a dogfight. Rynn over there had intercepted an Imperial Survey Corps ship that had stumbled on Isis. We couldn't let them escape and report back the base's location. The fight came down to this canyon. Lasers brought down the cliff-face, and we came down in the avalanche.'
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Looking at Lyla, Bron says "I mean no offense, while I may not be very old myself. My elders always taught me to be kind to others, and I am fairly new to the traveling the galaxy thing. This is the first place I have come after leaving my home several months ago, so I do not know much about the different species in the universe. I have lived a very secluded and almost solitary life. You are actually the first of your species I have met."

Bron looks away as if to hide an emotion before continuing "My... Old master, he always said there were great and wondrous people out here. Always treat the people you meet with the utmost respect he used to say..."

Bron's words trail off as he slows his pace for the first time since picking up a shovel. Nodding once to himself after a few moments, he puts down his shovel and looks at Lyla saying "My apologies Lyla, for any misgivings I may have shown you. You and your crew are doing me a great kindness in allowing me safe passage with you. If there is anything I can do, you need but name it."

Now maybe she was meeting the ordinary person underneath. Though she was surprised she was the first twi'lek he'd seen; they were pretty common in the Galaxy, with more of them seemingly living off Ryloth than could actually live on it. Then again, Lyla hadn't crossed paths with her own people too often herself, since leaving. Lyla softened, shrugged it off, sharing a crooked smile. 'Don't worry about it. Just less of the staring and young-misses, okay?'

Nodding again, Bron says "Of course"

Staring, was he really staring if he was he had not meant to. Bron presumed that it was Tera that she was taking about being stared at, she intrigued him more than anything. There was something about her, something he had not completely expected. Bron had felt something on his journey to this place, was it her he felt? Or was there someone else, something else?

This planet had provided Bron with an excellent hiding hole from those who would wish him harm, the crystals made an excellent shield for him. Bron closed his eyes and spent a moment concentrating, reaching out with his senses he felt the area.

(OCC: 00:01, Today: Bron Tolgo rolled 16 using 1d20+13. Use the Force: Sense Force.)

Left to continue his work Yustavan's progress was slow. The crystals as if living slid away from the hull of the Alabak's Gold. The excavation would take time but no further damage would be caused to the starship and it would likely be quicker than digging.

The combined efforts of everyone at unearthing the X-wing were quick also. The X-wing looked to have suffered some damage, firstly the cockpit had been forced open and unchecked damage may have occurred to the external and internal systems.

During the work the team talked except a moment when Bron stood silently and with a look of concentration on his face as he scanned the horizon.

By this time the Alabak's Gold was revealed and Klyn had checked his earlier repairs. He was confident that the starship was in sufficient shape to make the flight to Neskroff for more lasting maintenance.

After digging away the last of the rubble obscuring the X-wing's lower engines, it seemed safe enough to work on and lift out of its tomb. Job done, Lyla stepped back, put her entrenching tool down, and stretched out her aching limbs in all directions, loosening herself up. She whirled her head and flicked her tails. Golden, glowing, and glittering, the flexing twi'lek woman was a sight to behold. She took a healthy swig of water from her flask and splashed it over head and face. She peeled a sweat-soaked tank-top away from her body, and ruffled it to get some air inside,

Her arms felt nearly dead from all the hard yakka, and she was exhausted and worn, but she felt good, satisfied at the proverbial job well done and an honest day's work like they'd said back home. And no one had been shot or killed. 'Good job, folks.' she congratulated the team. She regarded the X-wing that had risen phoenix-like out of the rubble. 'See, we don't need magic powers to get a job done.'

"I'd call the ability to make crystals melt and flow like water pretty magical... if you disagree I'd like to see magic on your world." Over a life-time of wearing his skin suit he was used to not being able to wipe away sweat, instead it simply soaked into the fabric. He looked over at Bron. "So you've been alone for a long time?" He asked. The man talked funny and that would explain it. "And you said if theres anything you can do... what kind of stuff do you do?"