Residential Quarters

Alexis nodded. She had nowhere else to go than the Jedi. "The Jedi are the only people I have ever met who aren't unnerved or afraid of the fact that sometimes I see things. They tell me it's a talent," she smiled shyly in a moment of truth as she didn't often talk about these things.

"I didn't mean---" that you were stupid was what she would have said if he hadn't gone on. As a knight and someone trained in archaeology she expected that he knew his field very well. And she wasn't intending to criticize. It never is a pleasant thing when someone from a different field and background hops into your territory and tells you how to do your job. "I don't think anything as mundane as a datapad has much chance at killing you, Mike. At least, I would be very surprised. Hydrospanners on the other hand---" she shrugged, before looking sidelong over at him, "--one can face danger at any moment."

Alexis eyed him warily, knowing that he was leaving much unsaid. Finally, she nodded acquiescence.

"Yes, I'll go. However, I do not intend to die just yet, not until the proper time."

The slim padawan reached up, gingerly brushing the scar forming under her left eye.

"I still have things to do in this form."

And that reminded her of something else. "Do you think Nathan will get his memories back?" She was concerned for her former Master. His appearance and condition had shocked her deeply, and he was still in the infirmary.

The two of them had been in a couple of tricky situations so far, and while she was nowhere close to actually 'knowing' Mike, she was pretty sure that when he got them into something dangerous, he usually had a plan to get them back out again. And if not, well, that was why she was there in the first place: to fly, and generally provide backup and a second opinion. As well as sometimes to argue the other point of view. Alexis had never thought of herself as a Devil's Advocate, but sometimes Mike just made her want to argue. She rolled her eyes expressively.

"Sure, if you say so," though she took the sting out of it with a smile, even though he fully deserved a more cutting retort. She knew Mike wasn't reckless, at least not thoughtlessly reckless and there was definitely a distinction there. "If you're not careful your face might freeze like that, and with all the ladies swooning at your feet, it'll be hard to undertake incognito archaeological expeditions."

Alexis sighed. "He ran after Alora died, and he wanted to forget." She was as yet unaware of major physical trauma in his life aside from the normal run of bar-fights that tended to follow in the wake of someone on a determined cantina-crawl. She folded her arms in front of herself and leaned back in her chair. "I am convinced his amnesia is almost entirely fed by alcohol. He's probably forgotten that he made himself forget in the first place. I'm just," she shrugged, "out of my depth here. I don't have advanced training in healing, and this is beyond basic field-skills. I'd take more of a blunt approach, but I don't want to just drive him away." She didn't want to outright admit that she still wanted Nathan's approval. She wanted her old Master to be proud of her. But he couldn't even remember who she was.

Alexis reached over and picked up the datapad he'd handed her originally with the data on the Sith fighters. Switching it on, she followed along as he pulled up information on Jedi with amnesia, also because technology.

"I suppose," was the dubious reply, "but I have to find a way to get him out of it. He's needed here on Yavin." She winced and rephrased it, "the Jedi Master he used to be is needed here on Yavin. He's wandering around like a ghost...and I feel powerless." She'd run into Levi Rosenfeld, a surgeon, but not a Jedi, and she didn't think he'd have the answers. The first thing Nathan had done had been to ask him for alcohol.

Regardless of the old Order's stance on attachments, the bond between Master and Padawan was almost always incredibly close as it was the only attachment allowed within that strict regime. Alexis thought that perhaps this iron-like rule was a major contributor in Anakin's fall to the Dark Side. The Jedi drove him away and the only one who offered help and understanding, for twisted purpose of course, was a Sith Lord. If the old Masters had been a little bit more open-minded one could make a case that the Empire would never have arisen, or at least that Darth Vader would not have provided its muscle.

"You're right, but that doesn't make it any easier to watch."

She brushed her hair back behind her ears before looking over at Mike.

"He saved my life once, back on Nar Shaddaa, and brought me into the Jedi Order as his padawan."

It's never easy to realize that one's role models are in fact, human, and have the inherent failings of the race, as well as its strengths. Nathan had always seemed so strong, so aware of himself and his responsibility within the Order.

A couple minutes after Rawkill had finished dealing with seeing GALSAF leave Yavin, both groundside and in orbit, he made his way through the Temple to Diamonte's suite in the Residential Quarters, giving a brief knock on the door before entering the room and giving a bow to Monte
=Jedi Master Rawkill=
Greetings Master Tuhlute. I am happy to report GALSAF is now off world and leaving the system. On a somewhat related note, I have a small request to make of you. I would like to requisition a small amount of the collected beskar for use in an armour suit for myself, Although I've never particularly utalised armour before, I get the feeling that my rising place within the Jedi Order may require me to make a change to this. What are your thoughts?

"Yeah, I know," was the quiet reply. Mike had hit upon the crux of the matter, and Alexis just wished that she could be confident that Nathan would let her help. He had seemed to be before she'd had to take him to the infirmary, but he would have needed to go there anyway. Undoubtedly he was still reeling from the things he had found out.

"Do you want to go find food or something, Mike?" she asked after a couple minutes.

"Yeah, I wasn't planning on trying it," she stood up gingerly, hoping the pins and needles in her left calf would quickly subside. She'd been sitting in that chair for too long by now. "Remind me to tell you sometime how not to escape from a tractor beam on a much larger ship."

Alexis frowned. Theoretically she knew that one, and she knew what it felt like, that fear of realizing you were eventually going to die alone in the vast emptiness of space. But again, it was one of those annoying things that teased at her mind, something she knew without knowing. She shrugged it off and picked up the datapad he'd handed her, tucking it under her arm for later study.

The slim padawan smiled warmly, the light in her eyes clearing as she answered Mike. "Good thing I'm here then, because I do." She stepped past him towards the door, pausing as she contemplated the doorframe, "have you ever gone home and then realized it felt haunted? Almost like you're just watching things from outside yourself?"

Rawkill nodded in understanding as Diamonte explained that he prefered his name, over his title, due to the fact they were equals. It had always been a force of habit for Rawkill to call others by their title, mostly out of respect for their achievements of attaining what ever rank they had progressed to. He listened as Monte expressed his desires with regards to the burial rites of the Jedi and Mando's, most of which were already well underway, before moving onto the distribution of the remaining beskar, which He had no qualms with the proposed division.
Rawkill then stood still as Diamonte slipped into, what he could only describe as, some alter ego reminiscent of an action hero. Within seconds Monte had already measured Rawkill, before discussing options for a one-to-one suit or piloted armour, and eventually loading up a rough sketch of the armour used by Seripas, which Monte stretched to about his own height. Rawkill nodded, quite impressed indeed
=Jedi Master Rawkill=
I knew I'd made a good choice coming to yourself Monte. Piloted Armour does seem the better option in this matter, since it should also allow me a gain in height. I know it seems an odd request, but I would like this to feel every bit an extension of myself as my lightsabers. Perhaps a couple slots could be created for a pair of lightsabers to be stored. If I use this, I would like it to be fully equipped to deal with the most dangerous of situations...