He'd spent most of his life in space.
As soon as he'd been selected to be the padawan of a Jedi Knight, Sor-Jan had left Coruscant and not returned for nearly twenty years. They might not have returned then, except his master had been eager for Sor-Jan to undertake the trials. After two decades, it seemed the Thisspiasian had been ready to be rid of him. But then, Sor-Jan was an unusual youngling then.
And he still was now, even as his childhood was approaching its end.
In a way, the Anzat envied his master for that time that they'd had. Sor-Jan's own padawan had been a Twi'lek. They'd had no more than eight years together before Sor-Jan had endorsed him for the trials. And then only four years later, Sor-Jan had attended the ceremony that marked Dilandau as not just a Jedi Healer, but a medical doctor.
He could still remember the young Gran that Dilly had taken as his padawan. What might she have become?
If not for the war.
And everything that had followed it.
The sound of the door announcer roused the tow-headed boy from him brooding. Sitting up on the couch in his private cabin, the boy adjust where the Switch lay across his lap as gave a slight wave of his hand to open the door.
His protocol droid was framed in the doorway, lumbering in with a datapad in hand.
"Sir, we've arrived at Coruscant..."
"Ah," Sor-Jan chimed, bouncing up from off the sofa. Picking up a small package in a velvet pouch, the boy brushed past the droid and exited out into the hallway.
He could hear the droid's servos working as it staggered around to pivot and follow him down the hall.
"Sir... Sir, you should see the marketing report."
The boy rolled his entire head, not just his eyes, as he paused only because he had to wait for the lift.
"I've already seen our financials. Why do I care how some writer-wannabe tries to describe them," the Anzat tossed back at the droid, even as he lazily reached out to take the datapad with one hand.
He didn't glance at it until the doors to the lift had opened and the pair had stepped inside.
"Shuttle deck, launch bay," the boy uttered, supplying the destination to the computer.
It was then that he looked down.
"Oh, what the Hutt."
CORELLIA DIGITAL POSTS DISAPPOINTING FINANCIAL OUTLOOK
by Cordelia Thracen-Syna (c_thracensyna@coronet-times.holo)
CORONET TIMES. The report showcased an overall decline in revenue by more than 12% from the first quarter, including in both physical and digital sales. The annual report to shareholders also revealed that the company has no further expansions planned for it's MMORPG, World of Build-a-Bear Knights. Ever since release of the first expansion pack, The Kyber Throne, in 848 ABY, players had been accustomed to regular releases every...
"What click-bait trash," the Anzat spat, tearing his eyes away and tossing the datapad back at the droid, who fumbled to catch it.
"Of course there was a dip in sales from the last quarter. There's a motherfething super nova off the Corellian Trade Spine. Despite which, our operating costs also came in beneath estimates and profits were up."
Sometimes, the boy wished he was a Sith instead. It would be much less stressful and much more cathartic to phone up the so-called journalists who wrote these sorts of articles and just Force Choke them through the HoloNet.
"Whoever thinks we're in trouble is clearly only looking at single quarter comps," the boy stated finally. Experience, particularly with
Venators such as this one, supplied him with the tell that the lift was about to stop. He took a step just as the doors popped open, moving out into the shuttlebay.
Embarking onto the executive shuttle, the boy let the hatch slide shut and was glad to be done with that conversation. With a sigh, the boy dropped down into the plush seats in the rear of the shuttle, speaking to the pilot droids as he said,
"Access personal log and locate address for one
Valery Noble
, then plot a course to that location."
It was a short while later when the boy arrived at the apartment complex indicated in the message.
He definitely didn't dress like the Jedi of the Old Republic any more. He didn't much look like a Fortune 500 CEO either, for that matter. Instead, he was dressed as one might imagine a youngling to do. T-shirt. Comfortable pants. About the only thing that stood out was the
expensive wristlink on him, but he had to rep his own brand.
Cradling the velvet pouch in one hand, the boy rang the door announcer with the other.
Corazona von Ascania
had shared with her after a conversation they had about their interests. She had a cup of tea ready, played some music, and ignored every message she was getting about Jedi duties, just for this day. The only scheduled thing was her time with her family and the delivery of something she had requested for
Kahlil Noble
. A bracelet she planned to imbue with her presence and something special.
