Wayfinder. Trailblazer. Rebel. Mentor. Rival.
All these words were going through Master Starchaser's mind. Captain Jorus Q. Merrill was one with the Force now. He was passed on and beyond this plane.
The word that struck out to Coren as he looked around the graveyard and pulled out a flask of Whyren's before taking a sip was the most important.
Friend.
Dressed more like a spacer with only the holster of his primary two weapons, the lightsabers, on his hips showing his past and what so many had seen him as to pull him from any run of the mill ship Captain, Coren was beginning to see the truth of who he himself was. Partially because of the grave he stood above
Pouring another shot to the ground and taking a final one. Coren left the flask on the ground. Corellian blood steel, the metal Coren made the important trinkets from. With blue crystal inlay, not kyber but a false kyber. Blue for hyperspace.
Engraved upon it?
"Can't take the sky from you.
We have the next watch.
See you at the final port.
C.S."
He turned from the grave. Feeling the nexus. He had a few jumps to make. His target was wherever his ship took him.
All these words were going through Master Starchaser's mind. Captain Jorus Q. Merrill was one with the Force now. He was passed on and beyond this plane.
The word that struck out to Coren as he looked around the graveyard and pulled out a flask of Whyren's before taking a sip was the most important.
Friend.
Dressed more like a spacer with only the holster of his primary two weapons, the lightsabers, on his hips showing his past and what so many had seen him as to pull him from any run of the mill ship Captain, Coren was beginning to see the truth of who he himself was. Partially because of the grave he stood above
Pouring another shot to the ground and taking a final one. Coren left the flask on the ground. Corellian blood steel, the metal Coren made the important trinkets from. With blue crystal inlay, not kyber but a false kyber. Blue for hyperspace.
Engraved upon it?
"Can't take the sky from you.
We have the next watch.
See you at the final port.
C.S."
He turned from the grave. Feeling the nexus. He had a few jumps to make. His target was wherever his ship took him.
