01-25-2018, 12:41 AM
(This post was last modified: 01-25-2018, 12:08 PM by King Ghidorah.)
No sooner than he was back among the trees, Kelly took to the canopy, dropping into a low crouch and leaping straight up from the forest floor, trailing a sprinkle of black soil from the soles of his hob-nailed boots. He had to kick off the trunk of a tree in order to reach a suitable perch, a mossy, vine-choked branch no wider than his hand.
High-ground established, the traveler took a moment to orient himself, crouching among the low-altitude mists and wet leaves as he mentally retraced his path through the forest, extrapolating the route back to his point of origin. It was much easier now, though whether this was the result of experience or his recent psychological safari he couldn't say; Regardless, in practically no time at all he was leaping from branch to branch once more, quarterstaff clutched in one calloused hand. His ponytail, damp from the perpetually-moist canopy, trailed behind him as he made a bee-line for the Nexus Gate.
In spite of the extremely eventful day he'd had, Kelly had decided he liked the Green. All around him he could sense the pulse of life in abundance. From the miniscule electrochemical twinkle of insects nestling within the bark of the trees, to the more sophisticated shine of tiny frogs clinging to the bottoms of their leaves, to the caged-lightning brightness of a startled feline super-predator too surprised at the man in jeans hurtling through its treetop domain to seize the opportunity, it was all writ large in anti-color shades and voluminous flavors; heat, magnetism and ultraviolet light painted a three-hundred-sixty degree view of the world. The comparatively plodding bio-rhythms of the plants themselves provided a stark counterpoint to the extravagant tapestry.
There was a profound openness to the verse's complex verdant vitality, a subtle sort of idle urgency that eased the psychic's mind.
Besides - it was giving him ideas.
When the time comes to establish a primary base of operations, I think I'm going to have to come back here. Those ruins the local Nebula cell was operating from were extensive, surrounded by dense jungle and extremely well-hidden... provided nobody else moves in in the meantime, they'll serve nicely.
Of course, I'll need to establish my forward outposts in Coruscant first...
Kelly briefly considered opening a holographic dataverse window and firing off a round of e-mails in order to set the stage for his return to the city, but he dismissed the idea quickly - even with his recent mental upgrades, he still wasn't adept enough to make the seemingly-casual acrobatics he was performing in order to maneuver through the canopy something he could do while conducting other business and not risk a face full of tree.
High-ground established, the traveler took a moment to orient himself, crouching among the low-altitude mists and wet leaves as he mentally retraced his path through the forest, extrapolating the route back to his point of origin. It was much easier now, though whether this was the result of experience or his recent psychological safari he couldn't say; Regardless, in practically no time at all he was leaping from branch to branch once more, quarterstaff clutched in one calloused hand. His ponytail, damp from the perpetually-moist canopy, trailed behind him as he made a bee-line for the Nexus Gate.
In spite of the extremely eventful day he'd had, Kelly had decided he liked the Green. All around him he could sense the pulse of life in abundance. From the miniscule electrochemical twinkle of insects nestling within the bark of the trees, to the more sophisticated shine of tiny frogs clinging to the bottoms of their leaves, to the caged-lightning brightness of a startled feline super-predator too surprised at the man in jeans hurtling through its treetop domain to seize the opportunity, it was all writ large in anti-color shades and voluminous flavors; heat, magnetism and ultraviolet light painted a three-hundred-sixty degree view of the world. The comparatively plodding bio-rhythms of the plants themselves provided a stark counterpoint to the extravagant tapestry.
There was a profound openness to the verse's complex verdant vitality, a subtle sort of idle urgency that eased the psychic's mind.
Besides - it was giving him ideas.
When the time comes to establish a primary base of operations, I think I'm going to have to come back here. Those ruins the local Nebula cell was operating from were extensive, surrounded by dense jungle and extremely well-hidden... provided nobody else moves in in the meantime, they'll serve nicely.
Of course, I'll need to establish my forward outposts in Coruscant first...
Kelly briefly considered opening a holographic dataverse window and firing off a round of e-mails in order to set the stage for his return to the city, but he dismissed the idea quickly - even with his recent mental upgrades, he still wasn't adept enough to make the seemingly-casual acrobatics he was performing in order to maneuver through the canopy something he could do while conducting other business and not risk a face full of tree.