Ja'Sean Tabr Raddekh
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Post by Ja'Sean Tabr Raddekh on Jun 1, 2015 18:19:19 GMT -8
Playfully affecting a wince when gently reproached for using Jaecyn's title when I should have remembered that he prefers it be dispensed with, I smile apologetically and explain, "An old, rather persistent habit I'm afraid I shall never manage to break, unfortunately. I trust you will forgive me the one slip, Jaecyn? Seeing no need to inflict my recent personal troubles upon him, I answer Jaecyn's question with a smile, I have been tolerably well, and then borrow his phrase, all things considered. Motioning to convey to C3 that I will take over, I tell the droid, Thank you, C3, and then, returning my attention to Jaecyn, gesture towards his bag as I offer, Can I show you to the guest quarters? Clasping my hands behind my back as I await his answer, I ask, To what do we owe the unexpected pleasure of your visit, Jaecyn?"
Jaecyn lets a chuckle loose as he hears her mention habits, though, could sense the somewhat troubled tone of "tolerably well," absent need of anything beyond what his ears reported to him. He had to override a strong sense of curiosity and not ask, figuring that if she were to say anything, it would be to someone she knew and trusted more. He kept a warm smile upon him, as he looked back to Serrin.Old habits die hard, I suppose. As for my being here, your pleasure is a welcome "cost" of my business. I am here to see about getting a sort of alliance going. Right now, I am focusing on the worlds for whom I hold highest in regard, for their people, their talents and labors. Of course, it never hurts to enjoy what is around while I am at it. You can show me to quarters, I might just be needing them. Jaecyn gestured for Serrin to lead the way from there. |
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Post by Deleted on Jun 2, 2015 18:16:34 GMT -8
Smiling as I nod while lifting a hand to gesture towards the staircase at the end of the entrance hall to indicate that we will be heading up it to reach the guest quarters, I arch the thin ridge of muscle over my right eye inquisitively as I ask in an amused tone, "Are we not already allies, Jaecyn?" Ideally my tone will convey that I possess the wit to suspect that the alliance Jaecyn refers to is something more formal than the implicit one that we already possess as Jedi, and that I am certain he would prefer discussing the particulars of what he has in mind after he has had the chance to settle in, or to request the presence of others that he would like to be involved in the discussion. Continued here.
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Mike Frantz
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Post by Mike Frantz on Jun 20, 2016 14:48:48 GMT -8
I thought I could run. I thought that despite everything the galaxy had shown me that I could somehow escape it. That somehow I could hide in the underbelly of Coronet avoiding the pain, the suffering, the everything that this galaxy had thrown at me time and time again. I thought that somehow I could be left alone, that I could simply exist, no expectations or problems for me to solve. I wanted out. Out of galactic affairs and politics, out of violence and corruption. I was done with the galaxy and I thought it was done with me.... I was wrong.
The future had always been a mystery to me. I was never gifted with foresight or visions. I had spent the over 50 years of my life without the force handing me any more cards than the ones that had been dealt in plain view. Everything was different now. Just yesterday I had been minding my own business in yet another Coronet Bar, drinking by myself, contemplating the past and attempting to avoid the future. Instead the future was slammed into my head so hard that I ran out of the bar screaming, or at least so they say, I still can't remember it. What do remember is darkness. Darkness flowing over the universe like spilled ink over a blank page. Death and horror darker that what had already been shown to me in this lifetime. The force reached out to me and slapped me on the back of the head to tell me this was coming, would come... or at the very least could come. I thought I had put this all behind me, that I had retired..... but one never really does retire from being.... Jedi.
Which brings us to the here and now. Here I stand at the entrance to a place that had been my home for most of my adult life, a place I hadn't set foot in for years. It's almost surreal to have known a place and return after so long. Do I truly know it anymore? should I even be here? I certainly don't look like I belong with my white hair and beard absolutely in need of a trim. Despite being freshly laundered the multi pocketed mechanic's jumpsuit I'm wearing is still stained with grease and oil. I hadn't had time to dig out my old robes and clean myself up. In fact I had barely managed to think to get my lightsaber out of the storage locker on Daystar and clip it to my belt. There's no guarantee anyone I know is still in any sort of position to help or even listen to me anymore, hell I might even just be turned back at the gates, but I have to try. Worst case I have to break in, or get caught breaking in, later but before I do anything so drastic I might as well try it the old fashioned way.
Stepping up to the Knight assigned to watch the entrance I just start talking. I need to speak to Master.... I pause suddenly, realizing that I had no idea who was in charge around here these days. I mean, I need to speak with the Headmasters. Something is wrong. Sure now would be a good time to drop my name on the chance that at least that might be noted, but I'm not exactly thinking too clearly here so instead of adding that as some sort of stupid blithering after thought I wait for the Knight to respond.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 20, 2016 20:04:13 GMT -8
When she was young, and first learned that she was a Force Sensitive, Jedi Knight Sanuye - a tall, thirty four year old, pale green skinned S'kytri - had visions of a future where she would bravely stand against Sith and other threats to the universe; or where she would be a wise and gentle diplomat, brokering the peace between warring peoples. She did not, however, imagine a future wherein her years of difficult, intense training and meditation would find her being a Temple Guardian with duties that consist of minding the door and protecting the academy from any harm. Not, naturally, that Sanuye finds her position unrewarding; for her years of training and instruction have also taught her to understand that the Force has a purpose for each and every living being, whether it be to actively confront those who serve the Dark Side, or to stand watch over a place that trains others to serve the Light.
When the white bearded human approaches the entrance, Sanuye, her lightsaber pike held down at her left side, moves to stand in front of the doors, her wings unfurling behind her slightly as she lifts her right hand to indicate the human should come no closer. Nodding after the human has spoken, Sanuye, unconsciously tilting her head to the side as she has the faint impression that she should recognize the white bearded human before her, says, "The Headmasters are currently in a meeting, friend. Perhaps I can help you, if you explain what this wrong thing you speak of is?"
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Mike Frantz
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Post by Mike Frantz on Jun 20, 2016 20:45:14 GMT -8
Darkness and Danger. Way to go nerf brain. Now she's just going to think you're nuts. I pause for a moment and take the flask out of one of the many pockets on my jumpsuit and take a long swig. Finally able to order my thoughts I begin a much more cognizant statement. What I meant to say is that I had a vision of a possible future and that it is unfortunately grim. Sure that didn't make me sound much less crazy but this was a jedi, at least she'd understand that force visions are actually a thing.... I hope. In any case I really need to talk to them. Where are they meeting at? Before giving the other jedi a chance to answer I realize that I still haven't introduced myself. I'm Mike by the way. Yes, that's not a particularly informative first name, but honestly I never did get used to all that formal "Master Frantz" stuff, it always made me feel elderly... not that I'm not elderly but it's the principle of the thing. In any case I was hoping that it was enough to get my point across and at least get her to call someone to check me out. There's got to be someone in this place that can at least verify who I am. If I'm lucky though she'll piece it all together and send me off to the meeting. A quick half-smile crosses my lips as I fondly remember a few other meetings I crashed unannounced.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 21, 2016 2:48:50 GMT -8
It isn't anything the white beard says that reveals to Sanuye that her nagging sense of recognition was not misplaced; rather it is the swig taken from a flask. Mike cannot be expected to remember each and every youngling to have grown up being trained to be a Jedi at the Order's academy here on Corellia, but each and every youngling that did assuredly remembers him, for not only was he once numbered among the academy's Headmasters, but his heroic, selfless actions and deeds were often an inspiration to the learners or padawans, even those he may never have met or spoken to, as were his often comedic exploits, for who does not love a rogue such as Mike, who would often sip from his flask in the midst of the most serious and earnest or at times dire moments.
Straightening up her back and squaring her shoulders, Sanuye says, "Mas. . . Mike, it is an hon. . ."
"The grounds are all clear, a young, green scaled, freshly shaven Thisspiasian male says as he appears from around a corner, interrupting his fellow Temple Guard. Oh, hello citizen! What brin . . ."
"This is Mike," Sanuye says, smiling as she gestures towards Mike meaningfully.
"Oooookay, Madhukar, Sanuye's Padawan, says with a mildly perplexed expression. Is he here to fix the air conditioning, mow the lawn maybe, ooorrrr. . . "
Facepalming, Sanuye gives Mike an embarrassed shrug as she informs her padawan, "Master Frantz."
"Who? Madhukar asks, pointing incredulously at the man in question with disbelief evident in his tone, Him?"
"He has . . . the flask," Sanuye says as though it explains everything.
"Oh, well, why didn't you say that right away?" Madhukar asks, the end of his tail curling around his lower trunk after he starts to bow to Mike, remembers that the human does not like such formality, and then settles for a simple wave instead.
"Stay here, Sanuye tells her Padawan, and then, as Madhukar nods and flicks his tail to slither beside the door and pull it open for her and Mike, motions for Mike to follow as she says, Come, I'll take you to the Council Chambers."
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Post by Mike Frantz on Jun 21, 2016 13:45:40 GMT -8
I can't help but laugh at the younger Jedi's skepticism of my identity. I really don't look like a man of fame or character, which for better or worse I suppose I am still regarded as such at least here in the academy. Although it does kind of drive home the whole point of name dropping. Next time I'll have to remember to do that first... or at the very least second. Eh, knowing my luck next time I try to do that I'll be introducing myself to and old enemy and just get myself killed. Now wouldn't that be ironic. "Jedi gunned down after formal introduction to most powerful Sith Lord in the galaxy" I can just see the headlines now. Laughing slightly return the padawan's wave before turning back to the Knight.
After you. I say, gesturing with the flask in the vague direction of the temple. Sure I could have walked to the council chambers by myself, I couldn't imagine them moving that room at least, but arriving without calling ahead was bad enough, and crashing a meeting unannounced... well yes it would be fun, but probably not particularly productive. As if suddenly remembering my manners in the hall outside the council chambers I hold the flask out to Knight Sanuye. Care for a drink? I offer, flashing the usual half-smile.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 21, 2016 14:29:18 GMT -8
Her eyes widening in disbelief when Mast . . . Mike offers her a drink from . . . The Flask, Knight Sanuye reaches out to accept the offered drink with a hand that trembles slightly. Withdrawing the hand before reaching the flask, her wings curling around her as though to prevent her from reaching for the flask again, Sanyue shakes her head and says, "No, no I'm not worthy, Mast. . .Mike. Sighing in resignation, the S'kytri motions towards the stairwell as she reveals, You're in luc . . . the Force is with you, I mean; the administration is meeting to welcome a new addition, so you'll have the ears of those best able to ensure a quick and appropriate response to the, erm, something you've learned is wrong."
Leading the way to the Council Chambers, Knight Sanuye pulls one of the doors open and holds it so that Mast . . . Mike can go inside . . .
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Post by Deleted on Jan 31, 2017 6:11:45 GMT -8
Once Dev and Johun reach the Toydarian's speeder, specially modified so that the CorSec agent can pilot it, the two board the craft and begin the journey to Vreni Island, Dev listening to Johun's answers to his questions before, true to form, he more likely than not asks another series . . .
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Post by Johun Starfield on Feb 3, 2017 19:22:40 GMT -8
Johun boards with Dev, answering the Toydarian's questions as much as he could.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 26, 2017 7:20:01 GMT -8
Negotiation and Conflict Resolution has never been a particularly beloved class by many, if not most, of the academy's students, hardly being what most initiates and learners think of when they begin their instruction in the ways of the Jedi, but as the ethical principles taught in the class serve as the foundation for the understanding of Form Zero, the gateway to beginning instruction in the art of Lightsaber combat, it is one that nonetheless seldom lacks for students interested in attending it. That I hold the class outside on the academy grounds rather in the confines of a classroom does not hurt either, and I have come to enjoy the time teaching the class affords for me to enjoy the outdoors even more after my relatively recent return from Bimmisaari, the peaceful tranquility the meditative rock and floral gardens on the grounds invite a welcome salve to my spirits.
I linger in one of the decorative floral gardens after the morning's negotiation and conflict resolution class has been dismissed, worried for Will even though I know it is most likely not necessary that I do so; he has ever been one who is only made stronger in those places within which are wounded or even broken by what he must do or endure in the course of fulfilling his duties, and though he seems to have been more deeply affected by whatever it was he faced while away most recently, I have faith that he will mend fully in time, and be stronger for having endured what he has been through.
Worry never conducive to meditation, I set it aside and, sitting cross-legged in the shade beneath a tree near a decorative pond, endeavor to clear my mind completely so that I might commune with Ashla; something that has, much to my relief, become easier since I returned from my self imposed exile to once more take up the duties I had abandoned. My internal wounds may have yet to heal entirely, but I have come to believe that they can and will do so if only I can allow them to; difficult as it seems at times to let go of the anger and grief that led to the internal scarring I brought upon myself, I know I must, just as I know I need to remain outwardly strong and serene in order to be the teacher my students need, and the friend I am needed to be by others.
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Graemon Gorgano
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Post by Graemon Gorgano on Apr 22, 2020 7:57:44 GMT -8
It was a little odd how Graemon kept running into a certain Jedi whenever something of importance needed to be discussed. First it was the future of Fondor and the Tapani Sector, then came the help of said Jedi in promoting the benefits of joining the Corellian Coalition... now, once more, an important state matter brought him to the Jedi Academy on Corellia where, once more, this very same Jedi was said to be the de facto leader. The Baron glances out of the window of his hovercar as it descended towards the Academy just below, followed by two armored cars that were his escorts.
While doing his homework on the Academy and who it was he needed to meet, Graemon found the Corellian Jedi history to be interesting. While he had his own, personal, dislikes towards the supposed Protectors of the Peace, there was no denying the benefit it could bring if the Jedi and Coalition had closer ties. Given the history of the Corellian Jedi, the Baron knew they wouldn't simply join the Coalition and be under their banner, but at least some sort of strong connection would acceptable. Jedi could counter the Sith, the Dark Jedi, the Ren, and more in the fight to free the galaxy from tyranny and oppressive regimes. With everything collected in his mind, Graemon would pass what little time there was, looking down at the ring on his finger and touching it gently. A marriage was coming soon, a must desired union with the woman he loved. Last time he met this Jedi, none of those things had happened. Things certainly had changed drastically since the last meeting with Mike Frantz.
The trio of cars landed and several Coalition troopers got out with one going over to open the door for the Baron Gorgano. Graemon steps out, saluting the soldiers present before making his way up toward the entrance of the Academy. The soldiers remained behind, keeping an eye on the vehicles. As he approached, the Fondorian immediately noticed the Jedi who he had contacted to speak with. A slightly irritated twitch of his eyebrow ensued before the Baron spoke.
I always seem to run into you whenever I need to discuss important business. It's a rather odd coincidence, Master Frantz.
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Post by Mike Frantz on Apr 28, 2020 7:04:24 GMT -8
In the grand scheme of things it had not been long since I'd last met with the Baron. True the time was measured more accurately with the word year rather that month but it wasn't like I was on the man's holiday card list in any case so we weren't exactly regular correspondence. I had known his father quite well but I'd only begun anything resembling a working relationship with the man when he had approached me about uniting the Tapani sector. True they'd interacted a few times since then but nothing too serious... well in truth there was a lot of talk about uniting against the First Order and standing together against oppression and such, but I'd kept myself on the outskirts of those discussions, just adding in a random tidbit here and there, nothing to involved. I have long since left any attempts at politics behind me. Still it was good to hear from the man again, even if I'm pretty sure he's after something more formal than a friendly visit.
I smile as he approaches habbitually running my hand through my my salt and pepper hair and beard which is neatly trimmed for once, although I suppose that has more to do with making a small pretense of Wisdom for the students of the temple that I have somehow found myself headmaster of. Of course even with that I don't look the part, my multi-pocketed mechanic's jumpsuit still peeks out underneath my blue robes, although this set only had a couple of oil stains, so in truth I was about as formal as I was likely to get. Taking a long swig from my flask while he speaks I offer it to him while I respond, my customary jovial half-smile spreading across my face. You know better than to use my title Lad, Mike will do just fine, but to answer you question my only guess is that destiny has an amusing sense of humor. A deep laugh errupts out of me as I begin walking toward the academy proper gesturing for the Baron to join me.
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Post by Kay'li Raganella on Apr 28, 2020 20:53:51 GMT -8
=The boy=
The airspeeder slowed as it passed through the front gates of the academy, and stopped in front of the main entrance. A small boy, no more than ten years of age, tossed a satchel from the speeder, then leaped to the ground after it, his long blond hair flowing wildly in the light breeze. Picking up his luggage, the boy took a careful step away from the speeder before turning and bowing politely to the taxi driver who had driven him from the spaceport.
The boy almost hurried forward, passing through the main entrance without hesitation, a youthful spring in his step. For one so young, and unknown to anyone present, he seemed strangely familiar with his surroundings. And he was. The one who had sent him to Corellia and the Academy had given him very specific instructions.
But then, the grandeur of the lobby overcame him, and he slowed to a stop, staring up at the high ceiling and the twin staircases in awe, an enormous smile on his face. The satchel slipped from his hand and fell to the floor with a soft flop.
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Post by Graemon Gorgano on Apr 29, 2020 11:26:27 GMT -8
You know better than to use my title Lad, Mike will do just fine, but to answer you question my only guess is that destiny has an amusing sense of humor. |
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Post by Mike Frantz on May 1, 2020 8:05:44 GMT -8
Still hadn't lost his sense of humor nor his laugh, thought Graemon.Well, considering why I have come, I must be formal. It is a habit of... well, my noble upbringing. You should know, Master Frantz. You knew my father and he was very much the same.Graemon turns to the two guards that followed him and waved the pair off with the nod of his head. Once they had gone, the Baron turns back to Master Frantz, hoping that, once again, his diplomatic venture would prove fruitful for the Coalition and the Jedi. At the same time, Graemon knew how Mike disliked politics, but this was a necessary, and agreed, mission. The Coalition and the Jedi needed each other more than ever now.I am glad to see a familiar face. It will help with my diplomatic venture to this academy.Graemon, deciding to head indoors, walks with Mike back towards the Academy's interior.Is there some place we can chat inside? The business I have with you comes directly from the Prime Minister, his cabinet, and the Senate. =The boy=The airspeeder slowed as it passed through the front gates of the academy, and stopped in front of the main entrance. A small boy, no more than ten years of age, tossed a satchel from the speeder, then leaped to the ground after it, his long blond hair flowing wildly in the light breeze. Picking up his luggage, the boy took a careful step away from the speeder before turning and bowing politely to the taxi driver who had driven him from the spaceport. The boy almost hurried forward, passing through the main entrance without hesitation, a youthful spring in his step. For one so young, and unknown to anyone present, he seemed strangely familiar with his surroundings. And he was. The one who had sent him to Corellia and the Academy had given him very specific instructions.But then, the grandeur of the lobby overcame him, and he slowed to a stop, staring up at the high ceiling and the twin staircases in awe, an enormous smile on his face. The satchel slipped from his hand and fell to the floor with a soft flop. |
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Post by Kay'li Raganella on May 1, 2020 14:20:54 GMT -8
It was in the middle of my now customary midday walk around the academy, a walk I definitely don't use to escape paperwork, that something unusually caught my eye. With just the faintest tugging through the force my eyes found a strange sight, a young boy standing in the middle of the hall staring around the place seemingly without any parents. While seeing children his age wasn't unusual most of those were trainees of the temple, while this one seemed to be here for the first time. Curious I wave away one of the Knights of the hall who seemed to be heading toward the boy and knelt down before him, waving my hand a little in front of his face to get his attention when he didn't seem to notice me and flashing him my customary friendly half-smile. How's it going Kid? Is there something I can help you with? "H-hi!" He exclaimed, then paused, collecting his nerve. His shouldered raised and lowered as he took a deep breath before continuing. He was almost certain he knew who the man before him was, although he had only seen the Jedi Master in old holovids. "You're Master Frantz aren't you?" He had expected this to be more complicated. His mentor was right. This was the Will of the Force. Suddenly, the boy remembered his errand, and almost in a panic, reached down to pick up his small piece of luggage. "Can you help me find Head Master Roma?" He continued, before the adult could answer his first question. "I have a letter I'm supposed to give her!" He pointed to his satchel. |
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Post by Mike Frantz on May 1, 2020 15:45:37 GMT -8
And with that my smile manages to slip from my face. It has been some time since the death of Serrin Roma, but the pangs of loss still feel fresh whenever she crosses my mind. I doubt the pain of her loss would ever truly leave me, and having such a hopeful and seemingly force sensitive child come looking for her specifically just twists the knife deeper. Despite my appearance and my manner however I am a Jedi and I do have some semblance of control over my emotions. Aside from that brief flash of pain in my eyes and the drop in my smile I manage to regain myself and a slightly sadder smile takes shape across my face. I am indeed the who you think I am, but call me Mike. I had never much liked being addressed by my title, even by children who felt like it was required. Sadly it had become far more common as of late, people really seemed to have an issue with calling someone who was supposedly "in charge" of the academy by their first name. Unfortunately Master Roma is no longer with us. She has become one with the force, I'm sorry lad. I put a consoling hand on his shoulder, my eyes still level with his from my kneeling position. Perhaps in her absence there is something I can help you with? She was a good friend of mine and though I'm a poor substitute for her I'd be happy to do what I can for you in her place.
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Post by Graemon Gorgano on May 1, 2020 16:17:59 GMT -8
Now what can I do for you and the Prime Minister?
Now down to business.The Prime Minister, and the other cabinet ministers, believe that the Coalition needs stronger ties with the Jedi Order. To include them, to whatever degree is agreeable, in the future of the galaxy and assisting the Coalition's direction. The First Order have some powerful force using organizations and the resurgence of the Sith is another issue. We have the Knights of Karabor, but so many enemies may prove too much.Many factions, within the galaxy, were investing in force sensitive organizations for the sake of defense and other matters. Graemon had heard whispers of the Mandalorian Knights, seen reports of the Jedi Lords, and such. The Knights of Karabor were a good bunch, but the Coalition felt they still needed the Jedi. It was a factor of legitimization if the Jedi joined hands with the Corellian Coalition.The Coalition Cabinet knows that we need the Jedi, the Protectors of Peace, the Guardians of the Galaxy, and the Shields against the Darkness that lurks among the stars. One of your own, your Grandmaster, helped form the Rebel and Galactic Alliances. Now, the Coalition wants the aid of the Jedi and desires them to join in a better future for the galaxy. We figured we start first with our fellow Corellians and ask this question. Your academy, Mike. |
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Post by Kay'li Raganella on May 1, 2020 16:20:35 GMT -8
Unfortunately Master Roma is no longer with us. She has become one with the force, I'm sorry lad. I put a consoling hand on his shoulder, my eyes still level with his from my kneeling position. Perhaps in her absence there is something I can help you with? She was a good friend of mine and though I'm a poor substitute for her I'd be happy to do what I can for you in her place. "Oh no, Master Mike! My mm--" The word caught in his throat. "--will be so sad!" As might be evident from his reaction, the boy hadn't personally known Master Roma. He wasn't personally wounded by the news of her death, but he was sad for someone he knew, because that someone had been close to Master Roma. And of course, there was the profound disappointment of not getting to meet the famous Jedi Master. But he looked up to all the old Corellian Masters, not just Serrin Roma. And that included Mike Frantz. His disappointment didn't last long.The blond-haired boy paused for a moment, but his face slowly brighten at Mike's offer to help. "Maybe! Are you the Head Master now?" He looked around, then lowered his voice. "It's a secret letter!" |
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