Too Stubborn To Die
"Careful what you wish for."
Gatz wasn't sure what there was to be careful about. If Valery wanted to crack some heads, he'd just kick back and crack open a cold one. Gatz had never seen a Jedi Master let loose, mostly because of how young he was when he left the Order, but probably also because most Jedi Masters made a point of not cutting loose. The Sword, in his experience, wasn't like the typical Jedi Masters he remembered.
She was far less stodgy, and far more attractive.
Still, she was probably right: he ought to be careful of what he wished for. If he ever got the chance to see what Valery could really do, it wouldn't be because some drunk was sitting on his speeder. It was more likely to be in a do-or-die situation, like fighting a Sith Lord over some children. Which was becoming more and more likely to happen. He wondered if he'd just jinxed the both of them.
Valery seemed happy enough to take charge, even if she didn't like leveraging her status to get her way. He supposed he understood her reluctance: when you got down to the brass tacks of it, using the title of "Jedi" to bully people into giving you what you want wasn't all that different from shoving a lightsaber in their face. But that was a philosophical quandry he could debate with her later.
"Well, if casually dropping all your titles is too much, you could always try batting your eyelashes at some guards. You'd be surprised how far that can get you."
Oh, all the trouble he might have avoided over the years, if only he could say "no" to a pretty face...
Gatz walked a step behind Valery as she approached one of the guards, an older human who had gone slightly round in the center. He blinked a few times as Valery introduced herself, though whether he recognized her specifically, or just the title of "Jedi Master," Gatz couldn't tell.
"Benji?" the guard rubbed the back of his head, "yeah, I know him. Some of us get together at the end of the week for a few hands of sabaac. He's usually there. What do you need from him, Master Jedi?"
Valery Noble
Gatz wasn't sure what there was to be careful about. If Valery wanted to crack some heads, he'd just kick back and crack open a cold one. Gatz had never seen a Jedi Master let loose, mostly because of how young he was when he left the Order, but probably also because most Jedi Masters made a point of not cutting loose. The Sword, in his experience, wasn't like the typical Jedi Masters he remembered.
She was far less stodgy, and far more attractive.
Still, she was probably right: he ought to be careful of what he wished for. If he ever got the chance to see what Valery could really do, it wouldn't be because some drunk was sitting on his speeder. It was more likely to be in a do-or-die situation, like fighting a Sith Lord over some children. Which was becoming more and more likely to happen. He wondered if he'd just jinxed the both of them.
Valery seemed happy enough to take charge, even if she didn't like leveraging her status to get her way. He supposed he understood her reluctance: when you got down to the brass tacks of it, using the title of "Jedi" to bully people into giving you what you want wasn't all that different from shoving a lightsaber in their face. But that was a philosophical quandry he could debate with her later.
"Well, if casually dropping all your titles is too much, you could always try batting your eyelashes at some guards. You'd be surprised how far that can get you."
Oh, all the trouble he might have avoided over the years, if only he could say "no" to a pretty face...
Gatz walked a step behind Valery as she approached one of the guards, an older human who had gone slightly round in the center. He blinked a few times as Valery introduced herself, though whether he recognized her specifically, or just the title of "Jedi Master," Gatz couldn't tell.
"Benji?" the guard rubbed the back of his head, "yeah, I know him. Some of us get together at the end of the week for a few hands of sabaac. He's usually there. What do you need from him, Master Jedi?"
Valery Noble