Private A lack of respect

[Makko Vyres]

"No one has been this honest about this," Makko said.

He sat back, leaving the last of his wrap on the counter. The tightly wrapped end of bread held just salad leaves and sauce.

Makko had made a mess of most of his life so far. He'd fallen in with the wrong crowd, his fight back against the corporations had done more to push spice and hurt people than change District Seven for normal people.

"Who decides? Who decides how and where the Jedi act if they have to be seperate?"

 

[Starlin Rand]

“Honesty is the best policy,” Starlin said, pointing finger guns at Makko. “I guess some people have a hard time with the truth. I may be a realist, but I’m still a pretty optimistic guy. I don’t think it’s all hopeless, I just don’t have delusions of grandeur or utopian ideals.”

With a wave of his hand, he collected the trash from their meal and floated it over to the nearest waste disposal unit. Then he sat back and lit up another cig.

“The Jedi do,” he replied. “Sometimes it’s the Council, sometimes it’s individual Jedi, guided by the Code. We’re taught to respect the law, up to a point. Some chit is just plain evil, whether it’s legal or not. But you do gotta be careful about that.” He puffed smoke for a bit, then asked, “You been assigned a master yet, Makko?”

Makko Vyres​

 

[Makko Vyres]

The young criminal slicer was clearly deep in thought. There had been so many lessons about the Jedi code and philosophy. There had been much less on how much responsibility would be placed upon them to decide where and how they acted.

"Got a spare?" he asked when Starlin lit up again.

"And I haven't, no."

A pause.

"You can't take students on can you?" he asked.

 

[Starlin Rand]

Starlin offered Makko a cig, grinning around the one between his lips.

"I can, actually. I got one Padawan already, but he's... well, let's just say it's kinda complicated." His smile slipped a little. "If you want, I could take you on too. If you want to be a Jedi."

Makko Vyres

 

[Makko Vyres]

If you want to be a Jedi.

That was the condition that he repeated inside his head as he lit up a cigarette. It didn't feel like a simple clause, but a real question.

Is this what you want to do?

"I'd like that," he said. He chose honesty.

"I don't know if I really want to be a Jedi. I'm still getting a feel for what that even is. I lived between like, five blocks of Denon my whole life. I think I do. I can't be certain."

 

[Starlin Rand]

"I'd like that."

Despite Makko's uncertainty, Starlin grinned, his cig waving in the air as his mouth moved. "Cool beans."

And just like that, he had gained a new apprentice. He looked around. "Well, we should probably head back to the Temple now. Unless you want dessert."

Makko Vyres