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Post by Deleted on Nov 21, 2017 22:35:15 GMT -8
I summon a laugh I do not truly feel when Will suggests I do not berate myself, his words only so comforting given that he does not know all that I feel I deserve to be berated for. Chastising myself for the brief lapse in my usual placidly calm exterior, which once came to me so very easily and now feels more and more like an attitude I must adopt for the benefit of others who expect it of or need it from me, I smile - genuinely, for Will's return is a welcome one, a bright spot to be cherished even though the shadows within and elsewhere are lengthening - and laugh when he says that he is here to serve me, shaking my head as I chide him, "Let us say instead that you are here to serve with me, dear Will, shall we?"
My left lekku swishes to curl around the outside of my hip as we continue walking, and I purse my lips in thought after WIll asks where he should go first, considering the matter before answering with a glance towards his left leg, "The infirmary most likely, I narrow my eyes to suggest that I am not making a suggestion, and am instead making the statement a near order, I think Master Grynt should have a look at that leg. His question could very well have been a more existential one, for I have not failed to note that his exhaustion and fatigue are not entirely physical - and can relate to how easily one can come to resent Ashla for the suffering those among our ranks so often must endure as we serve Her in our individual ways - and so add in a less imperative tone to convey that I am now merely suggesting a course of action as opposed to ordering him to do as I ask, After that, I think it would be best if you took some time to allow your body and spirit to mend. Light duty only, I continue in a playful tone even though the suggestion is one I feel it would benefit him to accept. Teaching always having proven a salve for me personally, for the experience is as often as not one that reveals as much to the teacher as to the student, deepening the teacher's connection with Ashla even as they guide another to strengthen their relationship with Her, I add in a bantering tone that I hope will help us both shed some of the weight we so obviously carry, Hold a class or two, perhaps. Pass on what you have learned, if anything at all, before senility robs you of the ability to do so."
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Post by Will Sontir on Dec 2, 2017 13:39:24 GMT -8
"Younglings?!" Will screws up his face both in exasperation by the idea, and also by the pain in his left leg as it pings up his body. "Well, one thing at a time, I suppose. . . Master Grynt it is. . but after that, madam-- We will discuss how best. . We can serve each other." Will chides as he gently pats her cheek and throws Kay'li a wink with his cool blue eyes as he limps to the Infirmary. . . .
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Post by Deleted on Dec 5, 2017 22:07:59 GMT -8
A bemused smile curling the left corner of my lips upward as Will expresses his displeasure, theatrical or otherwise is uncertain, at the idea of teaching, I shake my head as though aggrieved by his lack of enthusiasm, electing to say nothing for the moment and explore the idea another time. "Once you've rested, I say with in a maternally exasperated tone leavened by a smile, we'll speak more of it, yes."
Bowing in farewell after Will pats my cheek, and watch him as he limps away, only allowing my concern for his state of mind and injuries to reveal themselves in my expression once he has gone. Having endured my own crises of a similar nature in the past, I know some of what Will must be feeling, and can only hope that he will, as I have on more than one occasion, find his spirits and resolve restored here among those who care for him and who have suffered as he has. Ours is not always an easy path to walk, but a Jedi need never walk it alone, no matter how lonely it can seem when we are called upon to embark upon solo operations that can try even the stoutest of hearts.
My right lekku curls and swishes up to curl around the front of my neck, its prehensile tip coiling around my left bicep as I make my way from the hangar towards the meditation gardens where I will soon have a small group of younglings waiting to learn about the art of communing with Ashla.
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Post by Will Sontir on Dec 20, 2017 20:17:34 GMT -8
The next day, Master Will Son'tir, freshly healed by Sharee and freshly shaved by himself, strides out in all black: cargo pants. riding jacket, combat boots, unkempt black hair in stark contrast of itself with silver streaks and military tight on the sides. His boots thud against the durasteel plating of the hangar in solemn strides as his stony face scans for an available bike; ignoring mechanics and maintainers, sparks flying during from the welding of X-wings and landspeeders alike.
Will finally finds a cleared bike, leaves his names of the logistician and guns the hoverbike and feels the ferocios speed whip his hair and abuse his face as he speeds to Coronet in the late morning sun.
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Post by Will Sontir on Jan 14, 2018 18:35:48 GMT -8
It was well after dusk when Son'tir parked the hoverbike after what felt like the longest autopilot trip Will has ever had the distinct displeasure in enduring, his face clearly an off color and his now clean-shaven jawline pulsing up and down-- the teeth inside grinding against the sensation to bring up the ale he consumed. Will swings his leg over the hoverbike and plants his feet firmly on plating of the hangar. Will hunches over, his hands firmly anchored to his knees and his insides churned like a volcanic river on Mustafar. His esophagus began to burn like the acid in a Barabel's throat. Will straightens up and rushes back into the academy, hoping to make it inside before--
too late. Will falls to his knees as the contents of his stomach evacuates after several convulsions of his abdomen. With every heave, a flash of the glass and the weird stranger he met in Coronet City. Another heave, the face of Mike Frantz taking a sip of his flask. Another heave, the flash of. .Adi Matango? . . . Another heave, a flash of Naboo. One more heave, a flash of a Star Destroyer.
Will was left panting and clutching his midsection. His blood shot eyes, staring down at his own relfection in a puddle of his own making. He wipes his mouth off with the backside of wrist as he rises back to his feet-- feeling relieved filling his lungs with fresh air (as fresh as the air inside a hangar can be, at least).
Will continues to hobble back into the academy, unbuttoning his riding jacking with one swift rip, as cleaning droids begin to wipe away the evidence his low point. . .
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Post by Ael Jade on Jan 15, 2018 15:25:17 GMT -8
Two faces peeped around the landing struts of one of the Academy's x-wings. One of them belonged to a predatory feline, and the other to her very young companion. Zaryna blinked. The tall person felt hurt. She patted her pockets looking for something, then reached into her tiny boots to see if what she'd taken was still there. It was. And her ankle was starting to hurt.
The child edged out from her hiding place and ran over towards Will as he was leaving the hangar. She fell twice, the first time landing on her stomach with an Oof! and the second time throwing out her hands to catch herself as a long tail wrapped around her waist and jerked her back to her feet. She grinned roguishly and patted the vornskr's shoulder as high up as she could reach.
"Wait," a young voice piped up from behind Will.
The odd duo quickly crossed the remaining space between them and stopped in front of him. Zaryna looked right at his knees, then tilted her head back and looked up. And up. Why were some people so tall?
"You made mess," she stated solemnly, big green eyes staring up at him, ignoring the tail wrapped around her and the immediate proximity of the vornskr as something she was completely used to and entirely comfortable with. Other kids had stuffed animals. Where was the adventure in that? Hers was alive, had giant fangs, and a prehensile tail. Her black hair was a curly mess, but the color and her eyes were the spitting image of what her mother's had been, although the as-yet-tiny horns on the top of her head were a genetic gift from her father.
Leaning on Selaya with one hand to keep her balance she reached into the top of her boot with her other hand and proudly drew forth what looked like a flask. Stretching up on tiptoe she offered it to Will. "Feel good again?" she suggested.
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Post by Will Sontir on Jan 15, 2018 18:36:30 GMT -8
Will just about made it to the blast door before he heard the tiny scurrying and gentle slams behind him. "Wait!" he hears. His head ached too much to swivel around to see what was the commotion-- but it was very apparent as he didn't have to.
As Will began to turn, the young girl was already right at his feet shoving something in his eyesight. Will was not a tall man, but this particular young. . .youngling was still out of reach of his face-- het he lurched his face away with a annoyed furrow of his brow. . .until he saw what she was offering. "Kid, what are you?--hey! where did you get this?" Will takes the flask out of the young girl's hand takes a wiff of whatever was inside-- and his stomach quickly convinced him to think twice before consuming it. "Feel good?"
How a very appropriate question. Will was sick to his stomach to be sure. But even getting blindly drunk didn't stop the Force from imposing it's will on him. "No. Not even close. . but I will make it work." He tries to pick up the corners of his lips in some semblance of an exhausted smile and hand back instinctually that which isn't his; as any drinking buddy would with their companion.
Before he tried to hand the flask back-- a shiver shoots up his spine as he sees the vornskr accompanying the youngling. Will rises up to his full height and tenses at the site of the large-jawed feline. It's fangs protruding out in an albeit smile for the species, the natural proclivity for these predators to hunt Force users would put any jedi on edge. Will has had very limited experience with the species; but as a Master of the Order, he undoubtedly knows what he is looking at.
"Who told you that you can have pets, missy?" Will asks trying desperately not to portray his uneasy anxiety over the presence of the vornskr, and mask it with playful sarcasm.
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Post by Mike Frantz on Jan 15, 2018 18:52:35 GMT -8
I did! Came a loud voice from on top of a nearby starfighter's wing as a crouching figure extends to his full height before dropping down to the hanger floor near the interesting gathering. That's right folks, it's the one, the only, Mike. Despite my grey and brown hair now extending past my shoulders in a ponytail and the lack of the beard there would be no mistaking the half-smile on my face and the glint of mischief in my ice blue eyes. Okay to be fair I had nothing to do with this child having such a dangerous pet but I couldn't resist the dramatic opportunity that the statement gave me. During my quick run to the city I had heard from an old acquaintance that Will had returned and despite my retirement I couldn't resist the chance to see him. The multi-pocketed tan mechanics jumpsuit I wore was stained with grease and oil as always but lacked the blue outer robe I used to wear, and the only noticeable weapon were the pair of DE-10 blasters I had worn for almost as long as I'd been alive... or at least it felt that long.
As the undoubtedly shocked jedi master processes my sudden appearance I calmly walk forward and pluck the flask out of his hand and take a long swig. Seemingly ignoring the potentially dangerous beast in our midst I flash my customary half-smile at the other man again chuckling slightly. How've you been Will? It seems like you've forgotten that you're supposed to keep the contents of your stomach on the inside instead of the outside.
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Post by Ael Jade on Jan 16, 2018 11:06:53 GMT -8
"Where'd you get this?" Zaryna froze at the question. She'd smelled what was inside. It was like bottled fire. The small sip she'd cautiously taken had left her coughing till tears popped out of her eyes. "Mine! Left ribbon." It was shiny and she had left her best piece of red hair-ribbon in its place before appropriating it. She didn't understand yet that when trading things usually both parties were supposed to agree.
"Hahahahaheeheheheee," bright laughter echoed in the open space as she glanced from Mike back to Will. "He lies," she whispered up at Will. "Not a pet. Dangerous. Guardian. Keeps me out of trouble. See? Fangs?" The child stretched up further on her tiptoes and pushed up Selaya's jowls showing off her fangs. She was quite proud. A definite aura of amusement rippled around the old vornskr. As if confiding a secret she informed Will very seriously, "Don't bit her tail. She hates it---no! Sto----" she cut off as Selaya's rough tongue flicked out of her mouth and licked the nearest side of her face. Her hands were not big enough to close Selaya's mouth and she nearly fell over in the attempt, embarrassment surrounding her like a big cloud. Vornskrs are deadly animals, but it had never occurred to Zaryna to be afraid. With a final lick the vornskr flopped down next to the girl, keeping an eye on her.
As Mike swiped her flask, dark green eyes narrowed speculatively. "Trade?" she inquired, reaching a hand towards the nearest of his pair of blasters. He should. It would be a bargain. Adults liked stuff in flasks. Maybe he'd give her both?
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Post by Will Sontir on Jan 17, 2018 15:13:04 GMT -8
Will knows he should be surprised to see Mike, but he is too physically exhausted and annoyed at basically anything that could have happened or is happening at the moment. Will's icy blue eyes are nearly completely hidden under heavy lids pushed down by the force of his furrowed brow as he eyes try to focus under the sterile bright lights of the maintenance wing of the hangar. Will grinds his teeth, breathing deep to keep his stomach settled as Mike takes a swig of the youngling's flask. "Figures." Is as much all Will had to say to his fellow Corellian Master-- both looking unassumingly. . Corellian to be the 'men of prominence' that the Order has thrusted upon each of them through out their long history together.
Frantz finishes his portion and pulls a classic sarcasm they have both been known to partake in. Will raises an lazy eyebrow down towards the vomit that is almost cleaned up by cleaning bots. "I didn't forget anything, I-- unlike you-- am selfless. I had so much to drink, I felt that the cleaning droids deserved their fair share as well. What's it to you?" Will feints indignation.
Before Will could say anything else, the youngling gets between the two Corellians, with a strong ambition and entrepreneurial spirit. . . .
Will folds his arms and takes a centering huff and tries to wait patiently as Mike tries to navigate and appease the child's need to barter, a couple of involuntary burps escapes. After it resolves, Will continues "Does Mum know you're home? She is going to be so mad at you." As close to Mike as any Brother could be, both would understand that Mum refers to the serene center between the two chaotic Masters; the petite Twi'lek Master that has been the glue of their triumvirate, Serrin Roma.
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Post by Mike Frantz on Jan 17, 2018 18:47:50 GMT -8
I can't help but break out into an even broader smile as Will manages a bit of wit even in his sorry condition. Although my retirement on Fondor has it's own virtues there were definitely still a few things about the order that I have missed. However before I have a chance to reply with my own clever line I catch the small person nearby reaching for my blaster. Hey I might need that! I step back out of reach quickly before hearing something about a trade that causes me to pause for a moment, I didn't really need the flask as I had my own, one that somehow never seemed to run dry, but let's be fair one can never have too many flasks. Thinking for a moment I rummage around in my many pockets before producing something that looks a bit like a metallic rodent and offer it out to the child. How about this? Yes it was actually a small droid designed for slicing through security doors that most people don't want you getting through, and yes this child probably shouldn't have access to such technology.... but it also had a vast library of good jokes it could tell in it's mousy voice and a rather... let's say morally ambiguous personality. Besides she's not my kid and at least it's not encouraging her to drink. Yes that's it, I'm saving her from the dangers of drink, it's a service to the whole academy. Having decided on my moral high ground I take another long drink from the flask considering it a job well done.
It's about at this point when Will mentions my mum, and since my actual mother had been dead for decades I could only assume that he meant Serrin. I can't help but smile a bit sheepishly as he asks if she know's I'm here. Well to be honest I highly doubt she know's I'm here, she can't seemed to see me on any of my trips back here. I can't help my usual mischievous half-smile returning to my face as I speak. I've actually been back here every couple months working on getting bulk shipments of fine Corellian alcohols. The part I neglect to mention is that by back here I literally meant the academy. I'd been sneaking into the academy on my returns and using the forge deep underneath the academy as a storage area for moving said product. It had been silent since my departure and I figured it might as well be used for a worthy cause. Besides last time I was here I Might have spouted out a bunch of stuff about a doomsday vision I had from the force and then took off again, so she might not be too excited to see me again. I smiled innocently at the other man. Sometimes things just happens and you had to roll with it, hopefully Serrin wouldn't be too angry, especially if she happens to come by here while I'm talking out in the open with Will.
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Post by Ael Jade on Jan 19, 2018 10:05:48 GMT -8
"Hmm, you still owe me...shiny flask, firewater..." Zaryna eyed the rodent thingy. She glanced at Selaya to see if she had an opinion. Since none was forthcoming, she shrugged and took the metallic droid. For a nanosecond she was going to ask Mike what it could do, but then she thought perhaps he'd rethink trading it to her and just confiscate the flask instead. She could figure it out. Zaryna popped it into one of her pockets so no one would notice she still had it, and nudged Selaya with her foot. "C'mon," she hissed.
The two adults could take care of themselves she guessed. And if not, well, it seemed like they thought Master Roma would be angry at them. She was not planning on being around to see that. Goodness! It's not like she was born yesterday. Besides, the other one, Will, didn't seem to be quite so hurt as before. Maybe it was just the alcohol. Either way, things were better now.
The girl and the vornskr slipped quietly down the corridor. Well, as quietly as a curious young girl-child can manage while rapid-firing questions at the large feline pacing along next to her without pausing for an answer.
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Post by Will Sontir on Jan 25, 2018 17:49:09 GMT -8
Will's head continues to pound from the inside out. He isn't sure if it is an ensuing hangover, or the reality issues that Mike is presenting. "You are holding out a stash on me? Really? me?"
Will feels like he a bantha took a wrong turn behind his eyes, but he knows he needs to take the time to chat with Mike before he leaves again. Will wants to just pivot turn to his own quarters, but the Force did not bring them both home together for no reason. Will musters a "So where you been all my life?" he manages with a burp as the acids try to settle in his stomach.
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"I believe you, Pee, I assure the shiny, silver protocol droid as it shuffles stiff-leggedly yet as quickly as it can into the hangar, and attempt to take advantage of the brief pause in its infamously incessant chattering to ask, Did you happen to . . ."
It does seem to be the week of lost things turning up, doesn't it? Pee presses on excitedly, not hearing my truncated question as, not waiting for an answer, it goes on, and on, First dear Master Will, whom we had not seen in Force knows how long, and now Master Mike! Mike, rather, I suppose, since he is quite insistent on being called just Mike. Well, not Just Mike, you know, but just Mike. Oh my! I forgot to mention this. You will never guess who was speaking with them! Little Zaryna and Selaya! Getting into trouble once more no doubt. With Mike and Master Will, of course, trouble seems to abound, so who knows what . . . Halting in its tracks and lifting an arm to hail the very two beings it had been speaking of, Pee calls out, Greetings and salutations, felicitations, and . . . Trailing off as Zaryna and Selaya bolt past us, Pee huffs almost humanly, Well I never . . . Where are they off to, do you suppose? In search of mischief and shenanigans, no doubt, Pee continues, resuming its course towards the hangar without waiting for any reply, It's a wonder the academy is still standing with all that the little Miss gets up to, isn't it? Why just last week . . .
. . . took weeks to get the stains out, and of course all of the drapes needed to be replaced, and then . . . mercifully halting its account of Zaryna's latest exploits, Pee hails Mike and Will, Master Will! Mike, just Mike! It does my circuits good to see you both again! Thank the Maker you have both returned! Canting its head to the side as I, quite certain it will be some time before I am able to get a word in, wave from beside it, Pee asks Will, Are you quite well Master Will? You look rather ill, I must say. It reminds me of the time that Mike, just Mike, got into what wound up being a rather epic drinking contest with a rather large Herglic. It did not end well for Mike, just Mike, I must say. You see, it turns out the Herglic in question gets quite, well, shall we say amorous when inebriated, and poor Mike, just Mike, became the object of the Herglic's affections you see, and she was quite insistent and persistent. . .
"I'm sure, I interrupt Pee before it can go on any further, Mike, just Mike, remembers Pee. Tilting my head to the side as though hearing something, I ask, Was that the front entrance bell? I think there may be a visitor requiring your peerless attention and service, Pee, why don't you go and see? Shaking my head as Pee rushes off to see if there is a visitor, I ask Mike and Will, You remember Pee of course? and then arch the ridge of muscle over my left eye as I ask Mike, Or have you been away so long that you've forgotten Pee, along with the rest of us who have been worrying about you?"
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Post by Mike Frantz on Feb 6, 2018 14:46:36 GMT -8
Busted.... yep that would probably be the most appropriate word as I turn from will to find Serrin and that dang droid approaching. Ignoring Will's last question I summon up my best innocent smile as I get brought down to size with a subtle reprimand from a very familiar figure. Yeah.... about that... I, um, I've been meaning to call...Yeah idiot that's totally a great way to justify falling of the map and retiring without telling everyone while secretly sneaking back to watch over shipments of alcohol that you're secretly filtering through the Academy.... yeah, great job.I mean, it's great to see you. How have you been? You're looking wonderful, beautiful even.Yes, much better, toss her off guard with rambling and then toss a compliment at her. Noticing that my words weren't having the desired effect I decide to switch tactics, throwing myself to the my knees on the floor in front of her, bowing my face tot he floor.Oh great one, please forgive your humble servants transgressions, I've been so busy following the ways of the force that I have forsaken all technology, all communication systems are evil and I could not contact you until this very moment in person.I deliver the lines in my most dramatic voice possible, hoping she'll ignore the usual assortment of wires and gizmos that's poking out of the many pockets of my tan mechanic's garb. I hadn't intended to show my face today, but between making fun of Will's drunken state and this wonderful opportunity to show off my acting skills this day was just getting better and better.
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Post by Will Sontir on Feb 11, 2018 15:53:20 GMT -8
Damnit.
Not that blasted protocol droid. Will had managed to avoid it for the brief he has been back at the academy. Will's headache multiplied with the sound of that standard anxiety ridden voicebox. As Serrin sends him away, Will beathes a sigh of relief as he massages his temples and Roma gently reprimands Mike. . .
Will shakes his head with a sad smirk, he plants his feet and folds his arms in attempt to seem more sober then he really is-- as Mike does his damndest to charm his way out this one.
Roma has spent the better part of a decade working with Corellians, if there is anyone who has an immunity for the charms of Corellian men, it's the petite twi'lek standing before them now. . .
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Post by Quill on Mar 7, 2018 23:17:47 GMT -8
It was early morning and ships where loading and unloading - docking and leaving. One ship, no different than the rest, transmitting proper clearance codes to dock, came into the hangar. It was an older class cargo model, one of those ships you would look at and think what is even holding it together? As the ship powered down, and the ramp lowered on the cargo hold, a young teenage male emerged from the hold. He was of fair build - standing no taller than 5’5”, and athletically built. His eyes, a light hazelnut brown, full of both wonder and yet at the same time they seemed to come across as cold and calculating. His hair, was what stood out the most... spiked, unkempt and as ivory and white as a new blanket of snow. Quill stood in the hangar, side satchel in hand... containing the only things that he owned since he departed from Eshan.
His attire was modest and simple. A grey longed-sleeved shirt, ’complemented with a pair of black pants. His shoes, almost appearing more like flats were black; with white rubber soles. Finally, draped over his form was a tattered red petticoat, the only thing he now had left of his Father. A constant reminder of where he came from and who he could potentially become if he were not careful.
Knowing that he was in a daze - and potentially in the way of people actually working, Quill looked for the nearest protocol droid that he could find to hopefully get directions for locating a Jedi Master. It was a long shot, he knew his age would be a potential issue. He knew his past would haunt him and raise concern. Then, if he managed to get that far, they might ask - what is the son of an oucasted Dark Jedi want with the order? Would he lie, cover it all up? No, he wouldn’t and couldn’t.... Quill was fiercely determined, having his mind set on becoming a Padawan Learner. He wanted this, he wasn’t his Father, he wouldn’t be his Father... and it was this lingering thought, that fear that drove him everyday to seek and find the light within, the light that he often in the past had heard his Aunt speak of.
He seemed to be moving around in circles, having spent minutes now searching for some sort of assistance. It was now at this point Quill came across a set of chairs on a far wall out of the way of workers, most likely meant for waititng passsengers or crew members of ships. He took a seat, gently setting his bag next to him and began to review a holomap of the Academy that was stationary and posted for new arrivals. He figured with luck, he might be able to locate a meeting hall of some sort and be able to find a Master to speak with.
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Post by Quill on Mar 8, 2018 7:33:01 GMT -8
Several moments had passed, and Quill not seeming to know the exact time it was or how long it had taken him to learn the ‘lay of the land, now grabbed his satchel and slung it across his form, gathering what little he ownned and began to walk towards the Meditation Gardens that the temple had in hopes to encounter a Master to soeak with - but regardless at this point, the breath of fresh air in a stagnant hangar bay would be more than welcomed.
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Will shakes his head with a sad smirk, he plants his feet and folds his arms in attempt to seem more sober then he really is-- as Mike does his damndest to charm his way out this one.
Roma has spent the better part of a decade working with Corellians, if there is anyone who has an immunity for the charms of Corellian men, it's the petite twi'lek standing before them now. . .
I shake my head after Mike has finished his theatrical display, sighing to make it evident that I am not particularly amused by it so as not to encourage him to go to further heights of theater, and say dryly yet without rancor, "Oh, I'm quite sure that had I not come to speak with Will now I would not have known you were here at all, for it seems rather clear that Mike had not come to see me and would have gladly departed off to wherever it is he spends his time without seeking me out at all. I almost ask why Mike has come, but as experience suggests a complete and honest answer would not be given, decide to let the matter pass without comment, instead turning to Will and, crinkling my nose to subtly convey that his efforts to appear sober are not convincing, saying, It is fortuitous that you are here, Will. I frown slightly, feeling momentarily conflicted about what I intend to ask of Will, who has seen and been through so much that sending him off to, it is almost certain if what my recent communion with Ashla suggests awaits him proves true, see and endure more in service to Her. Will has never been one to turn from what must be done, no matter the personal price he pays or the uncertainty he at times struggles with, and so, with the thought that I owe it to him to do as Ashla bids me to do without reservation, I say with the certainty I expect one would hope to hear in the voice of a High Councilor, I have a task for you, old friend. I want you to go to Felucia, to meet and speak with Aerandir. Explaining my reasoning as best I can, I continue, I feel you are being called there by Ashla, as I have been called to send you there. Smiling with a hint of sadness, for it seems too soon for him to be bid to leave after we have just been reunited, I say in as light a tone as possible, You should thank me, really. I'm sure that you will find representing the Corellian academy on Felucia with our Grandmaster in person far more fulfilling than instructing younglings, hmm? More seriously, I explain, I think it is prudent to ensure that we are all acting in concert with the current state of affairs facing the universe, and believe that is best achieved by sending you to represent us. It may be that doing so will reveal what Ashla requires, of both this academy and of you," I conclude. |
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Will Sontir
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Mar 22, 2018 20:16:51 GMT -8
Post by Will Sontir on Mar 22, 2018 20:16:51 GMT -8
Kriff.
Will rocks on the balls of his ankles as his lackadaisical eyes track between Mike and Serrin, confused how the conversation suddenly became about him, he already had his 'come to the Force moment' not too long ago. . and in this very hangar. His visions have been plaguing him the whole time he has returned to duty at the academy; even though he has actively been ignoring his traditional duties.
Master Son'tir takes a centering breath, and burps involuntarily under his breath-- Corellian ale wofting between all parties concerned. .After a moment, Will untucks one arm from being crossed against his chest-- one finger raised in a declarative fashion. .until his mind reminds his heart what brought him back to Serrin. Without saying anything else "It will be as you say, High Councilor." Will hiccups. "I live to serve. . whatever that means." Will bows, and nearly tips over under his own weight.
In a moment not his most sober, Will takes the order to mean immediately, and begins to lightly hobble to the nearest ship to make the voyage comfortable-- an aging YT-2400 light freighter bearing the old emblem of the Corellian Jedi Academy. Son'itr points with the same finger towards Mike as he walks towards the vessel."But you'll have to pilot-- I am in no shape to drive; oh, and bring that 'shipment' you came to pick up. We could use it on the way over, and Mum won't let you keep it in the house." With a vague waving of his hand. he makes his leave of the conversation and onto the boarding ramp of the freighter.
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