Private A Jedi's Role

[Coren Starchaser]

The galaxy was a changing place. And most people changed with it. Others, meanwhile, reverted to how they were before it got too busy for them, before it became a harsh place. Before it needed a Jedi Watchman to become a Marshall for the galaxy at large. It didn’t feel long for Coren, how distant the collapse of the Alliance at the hands of the Sith. But the years following? They’d been more kind. He was in the Outer Rim, doing his best to keep the peace, but he also found himself in the Jedi Order once again.

A temple on Kattada had become his, while he was also defending his first real home after his carbonite sentence. The Levant Free Space.

But that wasn’t all. He had people to care for. Others to watch out for. Not the least of which was Liorra. The daughter of his… he couldn’t say only, but he could say best, apprentice, Mishel. Liorra had been kept away from the galaxy, according to her mother. Really, Coren and Mishel should be meeting up more than once every few months, but the galaxy was vast and Coren did fall back to his roots.

Traveling. Helping people. Exploring.

The YT-2000 Tachyon Rising had picked up Liorra from her hidey hole that Mishel definitely NARC’d to Coren about. And the ship had been leaping to lightspeed. Destination? The ruins of the Rimward Trade League. Once the ship was in hyperspace, Coren spun away from the controls and walked down the tube of the cockpit, looking at his droid and patting the droid’s scuffed and scarred conical head, still holding the old gold and red of the Sullust Alliance’s colors.

Stepping into the main cabin of the ship, Coren had done, as always, some more modifications as technology and Star Wars lore was expanded. Some but not all, of the smuggling compartments were converted to hold more gear, mainly fuel and scanning probes, and batteries, but the central cabin was made of retractable furniture now, the table and seats could fall into the floor to make for a small dueling area, or training room, or even some of the seats could move to make a decent room for watching holovids, or, as it was set up now, displaying a galaxy map. Centering around the ship's flight, but indicating, roughly, the destination.

“You ever been out to this part of space? Old Rimward Trade League space?” Or Outer Rim Coalition, or Outer Planets Alliance. He wasn’t going to be forcing a conversation, hell, Coren was dressed down, denim jeans, nerfhide jacket, free of adornments, aside from his lightsaber, the one Mishel made, so many years ago.

This was a mission to deliver needed medicine to a small moon near the Susevfi system, and see if he could help Liorra realize the Jedi path was more than pomp and circumstance that the Alliance was probably instructing.

Liorra

 

[Liorra]

Liorra had been wandering the galaxy for a bit, having run into Ellie Mors and Allyson Locke along the way. Her mother Mishel doing everything in her power to reach out and keep Liorra on the 'straight and narrow.' To be honest, Lio just wanted to be left alone. As much as her mother often spoke of Lio's mishaps as her doing. The young teen figured most of that was really on herself. While growing up isolated from the galaxy hadn't done Lio much of a favor. It had been a lot of poor decision making on the teen's part that had left her so broken in the first place, her desire to be both Jedi and Mandalorian would never quite work out the way she had dreamed about, or even romanticized in her head.

When Coren picked her up, her ship was sitting in a hangar in a village near the Jedi Temple of Monastery. Her droid and loth-cat were going to stay behind and she with a dufflebag and training saber was shuffled off onto the Tachyon Rising. Liorra hadn't said much, she wore her own nerfhide jacket, a pair of black trousers, and flight boots. She scarcely heard the old man, and answered, "no." She hadn't been anywhere South of Monastery, but if her mother's wild tales were of any indication this was where she was supposed to 'find herself.' Whatever the hell that meant.

It was hard for her to believe that this was the man that had taken on Taeli Raaf when they led a complete order sixty-six against the old Galactic Alliance. He looked like he needed to drink blue milk every day and watch his fiber in take. "So uh... what are we doing exactly? And who were the um, those guys you just mentioned."

Coren Starchaser​

 

[Coren Starchaser]

Wandering was what his family was about. Why should the daughter of his favored apprentice be any different? A result of both a Jedi and Mandalorian upbringing, and in this galaxy? Both of the groups were a bit thrown-to-the-edge. The Sith kept the Empires in line, and they established themselves as the primary strength in the galaxy. Yes, the Alliance was large, but regarding the history of the galaxy at large? The Sith and Imperial types remained the primary powers in the galaxy. It was why Coren gave his support lately to the ones who were on the Rim. A Core of Jedi was better for him, but the work into it was too harsh for his life.

He didn't support the Empires, and he did his best to destabilize them with his actions, smuggling, moving Jedi around, moving Underground operatives around.

And helping the next generation.

His own kids were not running the galaxy, and that was fine, they were helping people who could use it, while allowing the likes of the Alliance and TAC to strike at the Imperials. If they were.

And his new goal? Making sure the Mandalorian Jedi child of Liorra was able to know that there was more to this galaxy than the war.

Taking her out to the Rim was to show her that one didn't need to be a soldier to be a hero, to do good, to do right by the galaxy. If he could inspire her just a little bit? She could do some good for people out here, and as a result do some good for herself. Hopefully it could bring a little more light to the galaxy.

As for his age? The fight of Endgame had taken it out of him. He turned away from the galaxy, turned away from the Force. He allowed age to win, but he was working to fight against it once again. His body was aged, but he had complete control of his faculties. He just allowed the time to win. "We are looking out here, showing you the galaxy. Showing you where people keep fighting without hiding. And the Rimward Trade League? Has your mother ever brought up the ORC, or OPA?" he pronounced each letter as he looked over the map, before turning to check the fuel levels. He knew he was fine, but he was busying himself as he spoke.