Welcome to Hotel Cali-Fondor (OPEN)

[Foxfire]

Char: Halc Griemer
Race: Aleena
Faction: Gray Jedi Fringer

Day of Many

Quiet music wafting through pale colored rooms warmed by sun light making those in them slow and sleepy. The Hotel Cali was one of many Mental instutions around the galaxy. This one though just aquired a very unique being, a force sensitive Aleen. The of which is Halc Griemer, grey night and little known victom of a mad calamari dark jedi now long dead. The dark ones mark was made upon this poor fellow. The first few days the doctors had to keep Halc tranqed in to a coma. It did not last for very long though as time went by they had to give him more and more to keep him down until it got to lethal levels.

The solution came in the form of a young twi'lek child who came to see their aging grand parent. Halc was making a run for the door but they were locked. Now trapped in a dead end and Halc on the verge of a force explosion saw the frightened child and calmed down. When the orderlies rushed for Halc he ran behind the child cowering and saying.......

NO! No go wit joo, wanna stay with this one. this one nice. This one kind unlike joo. Shoo go away leave in peace and go back to work.

Halc spoke these word with in the force and the orderlies turned to each other and said 'we should go away and leave in peace and go back to work'. For the rest of that day both Halc and Hotel Cali were at peace with each other.

[Foxfire]

Halc spent his days entertaining the residents and the young children of those housed here. Stories of adventures on faraway places. Seeing Planets few would ever get to visit. He even told of the events leading him here. But nowhere did he tell of the time of his parents death or of his rescue. He told of the underworld of Coruscant the life and death struggle of every day life. How he found kindness there as well. when one asked about his former master he just blinked his eyes slowly as if not hearing the question.

The Hotel Cali had some political officials coming through one week looking over the place seeing whether their contributions were going to a good cause. When they saw Halc and heard his stories they were frightened and called the Jedi council telling of the Grey Jedi's presence. Yet a few months went by and the council sent no one. The local government cut their budget making it very hard on the residents, but word spread back to the council and quietly the problem was handled. The Hotel Cali was receiving their annual funds plus a bit more from an unknown source.

[Foxfire]

A many young one came by the Cali sanatorium to see and meet Halc and hear and be awed by his stories. Halc loved repeating them as well. Though with in his mind events and some disturbing things were left out. All the shiny things and the sweet smells of food and the fast paced action was heightened for the benefit of both Halc and the young.

On any day like any other of the many Halc watched and waited for what he could not nor did he question but some thing was coming and it wanted him to stay right where he was at for the short term he was going to be on Fondor. Sunning himself with a piece of tin foil in the full shade of an evergreen tree Halc laid there taking in the shade and the near to none existent wind on this hot and humid day.

[Kuhblam]

For many a travel had Dulgan Pryde heard of this curious blue reptile, a particular sort amongst the various wanderers in the galaxy. So many were the gun-toting, sword-brandishing hidden talons in the galaxy; he himself knew this, because he was a member of this nebulous classification's ranks. Its clientele was constantly morphing with the times; similarly, Dulgan was constantly learning about who exactly could be described as having such membership. With no particular angle or set course, he had spent the last few weeks hunting down another Grey, this one an Aleena named Halc Griemer. He didn't know much about the little blue fellow's history, but he did know he was force-sensitive and that he had spent some time in the Order just as he had. In some respects, they were very similar. Both had martial prowess, both knew their way around the Force, and both had stories to tell in exchange for equally compelling tales.

However, he hadn't just picked this being out because he emulated and in some ways eclipsed his own eccentricity; this alien was insane. Clinically insane, of course; not blood-thirsty insane. If it had been the latter, Dulgan would have chosen someone else to seek out and converse in a friendly manner with. However, apart from that, he knew next to nothing about him apart from his location; an asylum for the clinically insane, located here on Fondor. And so he had traveled for a time, left Terren to care for the ship as usual, until he had come within a stone's throw of the large white-washed durasteel walls that surrounded the open country-side expanse rare on the urbanized planet. It was an odd sight to see, of course; evergreen trees, picturesque bodies of water. If he had been a sucker for the aesthetically pleasing corners of the galaxy with an insane penchant to boot, the Hotel Cali might have been the right place to retire. Alas he had much to do, and not all of it could be done behind these walls in a strait-jacket.

Hmmph.

The sound was created for a brief second as both feet pushed off the ground augmented by the energy of the Force. No one watched the walls, for few would think that someone would want to break into a medical institution, and so when he slowly guided down with the Force as his aid, Dulgan landed unhindered in green blades of grass as pleasantly as he had taken to the air. He was unarmed, of course, except for his lightsaber, which hung from his utility belt like any man's regular hydrospanner. For this trip, he had felt it more appropriate to travel without any obvious weaponry or armament of any sort. As such, his pistol and leg holster, as well as his rifle, were missing; everything had been left behind back at the ship except for his half-full backpack, in which he carried survival supplies which could be called upon for reliability if needed. Beneath the darkened sunglasses, he looked about the vegetation recreation area with keen interest.

There were numerous 'patients', wearing all sorts bad-fitting white scrubs. They were scattered about in a good manner, with no correlation as to each individual's positioning. Dulgan wasn't surprised that there were so many of them out; it was a sunny day, ripe for getting some open air or exercise. Then again, he reminded himself that half of these people probably thought open air meant... no, that was an un-tasteful joke. As he started heading through the grass, his first and hopefully only conflict of the day came from an orderly, who was quite surprised to see such a figure on the institution's grounds. He knew that she knew that he hadn't obtained a permit through the front lobby, and thus was already pulling out her com-link from her pants pocket. Dulgan waved a gloved hand with his index finger and middle finger extended outwards across the length of her face.

"You don't need to do that."

"I don't need to do that."

"You were going to get me a drink."

"I was going to get you a drink."

She promptly began walking in another direction, easily influenced by the Force's suggestions, if they could be called such things. Wondering humorously what kind of drink he would receive in the near future. Both eyes scanned a bit more keenly this time, moving back to the task at hand. He continued to look about in a constant sweep, and then----.

Bingo.

He locked onto a short little figure, blue and gray, sitting beneath the shade of an evergreen by himself. A young man was just beginning to walk away from him, this one obviously having coming inside legally. Dulgan relaxed his pace and took for the shade of the tree, coming up shortly and taking a seat next to the little sky-colored dinosaur. Above him, an endless sea of air fresheners was extended from a multitude of branches above him, and for a moment he was immersed in the sheer magnitude of the vegetation. Dulgan made no attempt to hide his force-sensitive, however, and when he spoke his usually social nature was absent; instead, it was calm and regular. He wasn't sure how this Halc fellow would react to begin with.

"This spot taken?"

[Foxfire]

Slowly Halc opened his large eyes and looked at the being sitting next to him and then at the spot the the being was referring to. 'Spot taken?' Halc could not fully under stand what was being asked. So he thought for a few moments before answering with an confident..... Yes.

Halc was thinking simply if the being was standing away from the spot and asked about the spot the answer would be much different.

For you are taken it.

Halc blinked his eyes and his mind stretched out in wonderment of this being. Gently touching the fringe for the beings being, Halc then noticed that this being had lightness like him. He had not seen or came across any force users since coming to Fondor. Halc at first seemed happy and a sadness covered his mind.

Did I do bad again? Am my light to go out? Poof! Like light that hurts. Or is Halc growing cold and dark like void? If so you not take me.

Halc quickly shifted three feet away grabbing a stick and held it like a light saber. In Halc's mind a faint voice could be heard,... Think first,.... then act. For you are to small and too young to know what is right just yet. The voice echoed away into the depths of his mind soon to be forgotten again, that of his former master.

Halc stood staring at the larger being pointing the twig. Yet with in a twinkle of a eye or more like it a flutter of a sunbeam coming through the canopy a bright shiny glint reflected off of the Jedi's saber and caught Halc's eye. At once Halc dropped the twig and took to looking at the shiny saber.

You have shiny i'sa had shiny once but they have it now. Though not want it back yet..... not time to want. What you here for.. you here for me or my shiny like yours? You must want some thing because you can't be here if not wanting. I'ma here for rest and calm and to warm up.-pointing up-Out there too cold for small me and no real good food all taste same. ...sniff......sniff... You have food?

Halc just stared at the Jedi with that blank stare of his waiting for word of food or anything shiny.