I'm coiled around the carved stone pillar in my quarters while reviewing some engineering schematics of the hyperdrive. To think something like this actually exists...it's as stunning to my morrigi side as my human one.
Humans back at Earth can barely claw their way into LEO on a regular basis.
The Morrigi on the other hand has the fastest mobile FTL drives in the known universe. The more ships in a fleet, the more efficient and faster it is… up to a limit.
A void mastery gravimetric FTL drive in an optimized fleet can push the fleet up to a staggering...32 times the speed of light. And now I hold in my hand the blueprints of a drive that let you cross the galaxy in a couple of weeks.
That does get me thinking though. So far I have been too busy learning and just plain trying to adapt. So far this new technology has proven to be much more advanced, even more, resilient than Morrigi tech.
I have noticed some things though...their VI are clumsy. Morrigi VI coding is based off an elegant fractal code that lets the program learn and adapt as well as grow. It's not a true AI, however.
The droids I have encountered here are...well to be frank they are stupid and not very adaptable.
I put the PADD down and slide off the pillar to head out the door towards the food court of this place. Another thing I have noticed is the lack of power armor. To be fair though they might have it, I haven't just seen any and don't remember any from the movies.
I give the elevator a look of disdain as I move past, taking the ohh so conveniently located stairs instead.
The knowledge needed to create power armor is something I DO have. All male Morrigi learn to craft them as part of the ritual to descend. Descending from the skies wearing armor you crafted yourself is MUCH more impressive than using armor somebody else made (unless there was an extra cunning story on how you got your hands on it)… or worse still, taking a shuttle down.
When dealing with Women it was all about presentation after all.
I let out a small sigh as I enter the food court and head over to the fruits I know I already like. The biggest problem I'm facing is that the focus of male education was more into social matters, art and maintaining already built equipment rather than researching new things and constructing ships...which doesn't exactly help in this situation.
The reaction from a female morrigi when faced with the possibility of a male building ships would be some variant of an amused "A male? In a foundry? *amused snort* He would hurt himself."
Which sadly means my actual knowledge about how to create some of the equipment from scratch is limited, aside from some very specific exceptions.
I shake my head as I fill a plate with a mix of fruit before making my way over to a table. I would prefer a pillar to coil up around, but that would mean leaving the food court and I am too lazy to return the tray later.
As I dig into the fruit I keep thinking. This Jedi thing...I am clearly force-sensitive, even if I only know how to use it one way. I should still be able to do the rest of it...in theory at least.
I cut one of the blueberry tasting fruits in half with my split lower break before crushing it against the roof of my beak with my tongue as I think things through.
I already know I will not receive Jedi training...nor do I really wish to. It's not the life for me, either as morrigi or human. But then again, being force sensitive I am vulnerable to becoming a rampaging megalomaniac choking people with my mind.
Eating another fruit I hmmm. On the other hand, the force is too big of an advantage not to use. Besides, it's part of who I am. A male without his glamor? To be frank, the thought is more than a bit pathetic.
As I slowly finish my meal I return the tray to the collection area and start making my way back up, meeting some groups with younglings on the way. By now I barely rate a second look, even if one of them can't resist petting the plume of feathers on my tail tip on the way past.
You kind of get used to that when spending time around young dustlings for several months.
As I return to my quarters I glance between the pillar, the PADD, and the console built into the wall...then I turn and leave again, heading down towards the library.
If I am to ask the Jedi for a loan to buy a ship, I want to know If I can actually pull it off and make the idea a success. So it's off to the semi-public area of the Jedi archives to research likely ship types sorts, compare them to see which might suit my needs, and also go through common trade routes.
My eyes narrow slightly as I almost stalk through the corridor, as I dwell on of making profit and gathering objects to impress women...even if they would only be a dustling women.
This is what I do.
These are is pure Morrigi thoughts, untainted by any human perspective.
The Ferengi wouldn't stand a chance.