Main Workshop

As i stepped behind the door to the back room and looked around, i noticed that the location was spotless… Seisir sure did appreciate a clean facility when it operated. and, looking to the screen… i saw black numbers. these months of economic "hiatus" allowed the amounts that had been saved in the bank appreciated in value enough to put us well in the black… 'there was a reason i bought a super T to manage the shop.'

So then Sir, de-brief me. what has happened in the 6 months since you were last home?

"Mostly J-tech work. working on some of the Preliminary work on a new communication project for the order."

i wouldn't think it would take that long given j-tech was assigned to the mission

"well… between the help that station crew provided us, and being called away for a meeting… kinda took us off timeline."

I see.

"and then there is the current situation with gavin being occupied by the mandolorian empire. … somehow in the end, i expected to be caught in a mando attack… so i had been working with Puck on his abilities, so that if the time came, he could be able to give us a sporting advantage…"

the chip, you trained him to steal the chip.

"…yes i did…"

then where is the little tiger, i did not scan him on your person when you arrived.

if the pause for me to recognize that I had trained a stuffed animal in the art of becoming a suicide operative for the jedi order… the realization that puck's death was completely my fault from before the moment I had cut him from the force was deafening

I tried to speak, but here in this 'private' setting was the first time that i let loose and wailed for puck.

sir… what is wrong?

"I… *hiccup* … puck is dead… and it is my fault…"

Surely you don't mean

"I trained him with powers beyond his capabilities, i was the one that sent him on the mission to retrieve the communication chip, and when he needed me most I WAS THE ONE THAT LIMITED HIS CONNECTION TO THE FORCE AND SENTENCED HIM TO DEATH."

that was enough for Seisir to hear. he was not a judgmental droid. But it knew when to care about it's owner and its companion. taking a human-ish and firm tone it reached at my weapons and removed them from me.

now that, that is enough. whether you had a hand in the death of puck is not important right now. until you are psychologically able to work, I am forbidding you to do an ounce of work. You are a civilian, until you prove you have the stability to handle being a jedi… and if you cannont, then we will tender your resignation to the order.

taking a note that his tone was… harsh, the next then he did was go to the sink, and bring back a small box of candies to cheer me up just a little bit

feeling better now?

i nodded

good. now, i want you upstairs this instant and out of those robes. 6 months is long enough… i will take them to get laundered.

"and what am i supposed to wear in the mean time?"

::an outfit is laid out for you on the master bed. sorry it is out of the package. when the return address only signified the sender as "the writer" i opened in on the notion it could be a bomb. it is actually a nice outfit. you will enjoy it i think. i will be up around 8 to make a bit of supper ::

with that i was unceremoniously "shooed" into the lift that would take me up to the loft apartment. moments later upon my arrival, i would strip down buck naked and send the lift down, with the clothes i had not changed in nearly 6 months.