Private Denon Delights

[Braze]

TAGS: Javin B'ubara

Braze moved swiftly through the bustling streets of Denon, the hum of city life surrounding him as he deftly maneuvered through the crowd. His cloak, dark and practical, swayed with each step, though occasionally a glint of something precious peeked out from beneath it—gold-colored inlays and polished jewels that adorned his lightsabers. To the untrained eye, they seemed like expensive decorative weapons, rare enough to catch the attention of a keen observer or a lurking pickpocket.

Braze's attention, however, seemed a though he was entirely focused on his task. His hands were full—arms laden with various containers of street food, fragrant and savory, each one carefully chosen. He had a small thermal pack slung over one shoulder, meticulously packing the dishes inside with care. Every now and then, his youthful enthusiasm broke through as he made excited deals with the shopkeepers, his smile bright under the city's neon lights.

"That'll be perfect for Jasper Kai'el ," he muttered to himself as he added another savory snack to the pack, his fingers working quickly but precisely. He reached for another vendor, slipping a few credits across the counter. Despite his busy hands and the weight of his purchases, Braze's movements remained fluid, showing the grace of a Padawan whose training was ingrained into his very core.

A shopkeeper raised an eyebrow, clearly noticing the glint of his ornate weapons beneath his cloak as Braze adjusted it to tuck another box of food under his arm. He flashed a brief grin, but kept his pace, already mentally calculating the next dish Marissa Shoda would love.

Braze remained unaware of the few eyes that lingered on him, tempted by the fortune gleaming beneath his cloak. But for now, his mind was on bringing these small delights home.

 

[Javin B'ubara]

Javin's tired eyes scanned the crowd as he wandered through the streets of Denon, hunger gnawing at him, not just for food but for opportunity. Credits had been scarce lately, and his mechanic jobs weren’t cutting it. As he made his way through the bustling crowd, his gaze caught something shiny, something valuable-looking.

A man in a dark cloak moved ahead of him, his arms full of food containers, but there was something peeking from under his cloak—a cylindrical object, shining gold with a red jewel. Javin’s breath caught for a moment. Now that looked like something that could sell for a pretty good price.

He didn’t know exactly what it was, but it didn’t matter. Things that shiny and rare were always worth something. Maybe it was some kind of fancy tool, or a weapon for those high-class types. Either way, Javin felt that familiar twitch in his robotic left hand. His mind quickly jumped to the potential payout. One quick pull, he thought, his belief in his arm’s "magnetism" giving him a strange kind of confidence.

The crowd surged, and the man moved ahead, blissfully unaware. Javin's thoughts raced. Could be worth enough to fix the speeder… maybe even get ahead on the next job.

His fingers flexed, ready to "pull" the object his way, convinced that his magnetic arm would make the grab easy and smooth. He stepped closer, trying not to draw attention to himself, the thought of those credits pushing away any second thoughts.

It wasn’t theft, not really—just good luck, he told
himself.Javin’s fingers twitched, and he felt a strange tug through his arm, something deep in his gut telling him it was working. The shiny object twitched beneath the man’s cloak. Javin's pulse quickened—his "magnetism" was kicking in, just as he expected. The object slid slightly forward, and before he knew it, it popped free from the man’s belt, dropping right into Javin's hand.

He barely had time to register what had just happened before instinct kicked in. His heart pounded, and he spun on his heel, disappearing into the crowd. His legs moved automatically, faster than they had in days, weaving between the bustling shoppers and vendors.

His breaths came in quick gasps, adrenaline pushing him forward. I got it! I actually got it! he thought, gripping the object tightly in his hand, the cool metal pressing against his palm. He didn’t dare look back. His only thought was to get as far away as possible, to disappear before the man even realized what had happened.

Javin darted down a narrow alley, ducking behind a stack of crates. He crouched low, heart pounding in his chest, trying to catch his breath. Slowly, he opened his hand and looked down at the object—a cylindrical tool, or weapon, or... he wasn’t sure. It was heavier than he expected, the gold gleaming in the dim alley light, the red jewel set perfectly in its center.

"Definitely worth something," Javin muttered to himself, a small grin tugging at his lips.

But even as he held it, an uneasy feeling gnawe
d at him.

Braze

 

[Braze]

TAGS: Javin B'ubara

Braze knew his weapons intimately, each crystal within them resonating with him through the Force. He could feel the subtle vibrations of his missing lightsaber like an old friend beckoning to be found. Despite the theft, he wasn't in any rush. He followed the trail at a relaxed pace, careful not to spill or jostle the food containers packed neatly in his bags.

As he tailed the thief, Braze chose a higher vantage point, using gentle Force-assisted steps to ascend to a fire escape. Perched on the railing, he gazed down at the alley below, where the man crouched with his stolen prize. A mischievous glint flickered in Braze's eyes as he reached out through the Force, focusing intently on the thief's robotic arm.

With precise telekinetic manipulation, Braze attempted to work through the inner mechanisms, seeking to disassemble the latches and components that attached the arm. He wasn't looking for brute force but rather the delicate unraveling of the machinery, aiming to quite literally "disarm" the thief.

His focus deepened, a small smirk tugging at his lips. Perhaps when the thief found himself without an arm, they could have a more... civil exchange. Trading the saber back might seem like a far more attractive offer once his arm privileges were revoked.

 

[Javin B'ubara]

Javin’s heart pounded as he crouched in the alley, the stolen object in his hand gleaming under the dim light. He didn’t know exactly what it was, but the gold-colored inlays and red jewel told him it had to be worth something—a lot, by the looks of it. He felt the familiar sense of nervous excitement rising, already imagining how much he could get for it.

But before he could fully entertain the idea, something strange started happening. His robotic arm twitched, and not in the usual, occasional malfunction kind of way. This was different. It felt like the mechanisms inside were moving on their own. A chill ran down his spine as he watched in horror.

Suddenly, the latches and components of his arm began to disengage, piece by piece. First, a small panel slid off, then a gear popped loose. His arm was literally falling apart.

“What the—?” Javin stammered, panic seizing him as he tried to stop it. His free hand shot toward his disassembling prosthetic, but it was too late. Parts and wires hung limply, the arm nearly useless now. He flexed his remaining fingers desperately, but they barely responded, his once-functional prosthetic now a heap of disconnected parts dangling from his shoulder.

His mind raced. What’s happening? He glanced down at the shiny object in his other hand, but the panic bubbling inside him drowned out any coherent thought about selling it now. His arm was falling apart, and he had no idea why or how to stop it.

He backed up against the wall of the alley, his breathing coming in ragged gasps. His mechanical arm, once a source of pride and utility, now hung in pieces at his side, the intricacies of its wiring exposed. Javin's gaze darted around, trying to make sense of the situation, fear settling into his chest.


Braze

 

[Braze]

TAGS: Javin B'ubara

Braze took a deep breath, feeling the Force surge through him as he leaped from the rooftop. His descent slowed, the air around him thickening, cushioning his fall. One hand stretched out, fingers gently splayed as he hung suspended for a heartbeat before landing silently. His presence immediately commanded attention, as if the very air shifted around him.

Still holding his hand aloft, Braze's control over Javin’s disassembled robotic arm remained intact. Components hovered, wires dangling, gears spinning as if caught in a delicate web, waiting for the young Jedi’s will.

“You really don’t want to lose this, do you?” Braze’s voice was calm. He extended his other hand, palm up, while his telekinetic grip on the prosthetic arm parts remained firm.

Now that Braze stood in front of him, it became clearer—he was just a child. Barely in his teens, yet his jade-green eyes held a depth and power far beyond his years. The contrast between his age and the control he wielded with the Force was striking.

“Give it back,” Braze continued, his voice steady, yet commanding. “I’ll put your arm back together—and improve it.”

With a subtle flick of his fingers, the robotic parts shifted in the air, hovering closer to each other but still apart. His stance wasn’t threatening, just certain, as if he already knew the decision that would follow. His gaze flickered to the lightsaber in Javin’s hand before returning to meet his eyes.

“You’re running out of time. It’s your choice.”

 

[Javin B'ubara]

Javin’s breath caught in his throat as Braze descended from above, the presence of the young Jedi filling the alley like a storm cloud rolling in. The quiet command in his voice made Javin’s chest tighten. He had never felt anything like this before—the calm, controlled power radiating from this kid, no older than a teen, yet commanding the air and his arm with such ease.

Javin glanced down at the scattered pieces of his prosthetic still hovering in the air, the delicate balance of wires and gears just out of his reach. His heart pounded. The promise of credits and escape was quickly slipping through his fingers, replaced by a cold, rising fear. He had no idea who this kid was or what kind of power he wielded, but one thing was clear—this wasn’t just some ordinary rich kid he could steal from.

His gaze shifted to the lightsaber in his hand. He still didn’t know what it was, but holding it now, it felt like holding a live wire. Dangerous. Unpredictable.

Javin swallowed hard, his eyes darting between Braze’s calm, unwavering stare and the disassembled parts of his arm floating helplessly in the air. His mind raced. Running was no longer an option.

He felt a moment of anger flare up inside him—anger at the situation, at being cornered, at having his arm ripped apart by some kid who wasn’t even old enough to shave. But as much as he wanted to fight back, the feeling of helplessness weighed heavier. His arm was useless, his chance to escape gone.

"Alright... alright," Javin muttered, his voice tight with frustration. He slowly held the lightsaber out toward Braze, the metal cool against his palm as he extended it. “Just... fix the arm. I can’t do anything without it.” His voice held a tinge of bitterness, but beneath it was a resignation.

The situation was out of his control, and for now, he just had to accept it.


Braze

 

[Braze]

TAGS: Javin B'ubara

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Braze's eyes locked onto the lightsaber as Javin reluctantly extended it. Without moving, Braze reached out through the Force, and the weapon gently lifted from Javin's grasp, floating steadily through the air toward him. The lightsaber handle rotated, aligning perfectly before settling back into Braze's waiting hand with a soft click. He clipped it to his belt in one fluid motion, his gaze never leaving Javin.

As promised, Braze turned his attention back to the disassembled arm. His brow furrowed slightly as the scattered parts began to rotate and shift. His hand raised higher, his focus sharpening. One by one, the gears clicked into place, the wires reconnected with a soft hum. Every piece aligning just right. Braze's expression was one of intense concentration, each part being guided back into its rightful place with the same care as if constructing a complex puzzle.

The final component slid smoothly into position, and Braze gave a small, satisfied nod. The arm, now fully reassembled, hovered for a moment longer before slowly lowering to Javin's side. The connections sparked to life, and the mechanical limb responded to Javin's touch, restored—perhaps even more precise than before.

"You and I are not finished here," Braze said quietly, his voice firm but not harsh. He padded closer, his movements measured, the sound of his boots on the pavement soft but deliberate.

"Tell me," Braze continued, his tone curious, "Why did you steal my weapon?" His jade eyes seemed to search for something deeper in Javin, not just an excuse but an explanation.

"What did you hope to achieve by doing so?" There was no anger in his voice, only a cool, inquisitive firmness. The question hung in the air, pressing for a reason, for understanding, as Braze waited for a response. His demeanor suggested that this was not merely about reclaiming his weapon—it was about discovering something about the man who dared to take it.

 

[Javin B'ubara]

Javin flexed his newly reassembled arm, feeling the smoothness in the way it moved now. It worked even better than before—stronger, faster, with a precision he hadn’t experienced since he first got it. But the satisfaction of having his arm restored did little to calm the knot of frustration in his chest. His eyes darted up toward Braze, still wary, unsure what this kid wanted from him.

The lightsaber floating out of his hand like it was nothing had unnerved him. The ease with which Braze handled everything—from his weapon to disassembling his arm—put Javin on edge. And now, here was this kid asking questions like he was some kind of master detective.

Javin swallowed hard, glancing away before reluctantly meeting Braze's gaze again. The calmness in the young Jedi’s voice grated on him, not because it was threatening, but because it wasn’t. It felt like this kid already knew everything he needed to know.

“I—” Javin started, but the words stuck in his throat. His usual cocky responses didn’t seem to fit here. He couldn’t talk his way out of this one. With a frustrated sigh, he let his shoulders sag slightly.

“Look, I didn’t know what it was, alright?” Javin said, his voice edged with defensiveness. “I just saw something shiny—something that looked like it could sell for a good price. I’m down on my luck, my speeder’s busted, and I’m barely getting by on odd jobs. I wasn’t trying to start anything with you.”

He paused, feeling the weight of his own admission. The tension in his voice softened slightly, his frustration slowly giving way to exhaustion. "I didn’t know it was important, I figured a rich kid like you could just get another one" He gestured vaguely toward Braze’s lightsaber, still unsure of what exactly he had held in his hands.

“I just needed credits,” Javin continued, his voice quieter now. "That's it. I’ve been struggling for a while now, and I figured... I don’t know, maybe this one score could turn things around."

He looked down, ashamed but also a bit relieved to have finally said it. He wasn’t proud of what he’d done, but there was no point in lying. Not to someone who could literally pull his arm apart with his mind.

Javin sighed, his robotic hand clenching and unclenching reflexively. "I guess I didn’t think it through."

 

[Braze]

TAGS: Javin B'ubara

Braze shifted the bag on his back, his expression softening slightly. He fished out something warm, wrapped in tin foil, and without much ceremony, handed it to Javin. The scent of the Denon street food—a sandwich, savory and fresh—filled the air.

"Here," Braze said simply, holding it out.

There was no judgment in his voice, just quiet understanding. His jade eyes met Javin's again, softer now, though still curious. "My name's Braze... what's yours? And where's your speeder? Do you mind showing it to me?" His questions weren't demands but rather an invitation to share, his tone patient and calm.

As he listened to Javin's explanation, Braze tilted his head slightly, thoughtful. "It's not often I run into someone with Force sensitivity who uses it to steal," he remarked casually, as if the notion didn't surprise him but saddened him in a way.

"You can do much better things with that ability," Braze continued softly, his voice carrying a note of gentle encouragement. "If you practice, work on it, and give it the right focus." He paused, letting the words sink in, and then added, "If you're really down on your luck, perhaps you wouldn't mind a job?"

Braze's offer was genuine, spoken without hesitation. "I have good credits I can trade for honest work," he said, his tone suggesting a path forward, a chance for Javin to step away from what had led him here. The proposition was simple, but it held a lifeline—a way out, should Javin choose to take it.

 

[Javin B'ubara]

Javin blinked, still taken aback by the sandwich Braze had just handed him. The smell of it hit him hard, reminding him just how long it had been since he’d eaten something decent. He unwrapped the foil slowly, taking a bite as Braze introduced himself. The gesture was so unexpected, it caught Javin off guard. Here was this kid, who could have torn him apart or called the authorities, offering him food and conversation.

“Uh… thanks,” Javin muttered through a mouthful of sandwich. He hadn’t realized how hungry he was until that first bite. He glanced around nervously before finally nodding toward the end of the alley. “My speeder’s just down that way,” he said, gesturing with his thumb. “It’s not much to look at.”

He kept eating, feeling the warmth of the food filling him up. But then Braze said something that made Javin pause.

Force sensitivity.

Javin frowned, the words unfamiliar. “Force what now?” he asked, his brow furrowing in confusion. He had no idea what Braze was talking about. Force sensitivity? He had never heard of that before so he didn't exactly understand why the kid was bringing it up.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Javin admitted, a bit of confusion creeping into his voice. “What’s ‘force sensitivity’? I’ve never heard of it.”

He glanced down at his arm, flexing the mechanical fingers. It worked perfectly now, even better than before, thanks to Braze. But this talk about some mystical ‘force’—that wasn’t something Javin was ready to buy into just yet. He shook his head slightly, still chewing on the sandwich as Braze’s next words came.

The job offer caught him completely by surprise. Javin had been expecting some kind of punishment or a demand to repay the lightsaber, not an opportunity. He hesitated, glancing at Braze, who seemed completely serious. This wasn’t just some act of pity—it was a real offer, a chance to earn something, honestly.

“A job?” Javin echoed, his tone softening. He looked at Braze, trying to gauge whether the kid was serious. “You mean like… legit work?” He still couldn’t quite believe it. The streets hadn’t been kind to him, and the idea of someone offering him a fair deal seemed too good to be true.

But then again, his arm was working better than it had in years, and this kid wasn’t exactly normal. Maybe this was his chance to turn things around.

“Alright,” Javin said, finally nodding. “I’ll hear you out. What kind of work are we talking about?” His voice was cautious but curious. For the first time in a long while, it seemed like there might be a way forward.

 

[Braze]

TAGS: Javin B'ubara

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Braze casually took off the pack of food from his back and handed it over to Javin. "Here, carry this," he said simply, his tone unassuming. Without waiting for a response, he started down the alley, moving toward the speeder. "If you do well with that, I'll know I can trust you with other bigger tasks." he added, glancing back briefly, a faint smile tugging at his lips.

As they neared the end of the alley, Braze's eyes flicked over to the speeder, taking in its condition without judgment. He seemed more interested in Javin's potential than the state of the vehicle. "The Force connects all living things," Braze began, his voice steady, as if he were explaining something as simple as the weather. "Some people can use it to achieve... fascinating feats. Like how you grabbed my saber without touching it from a distance. Or how I pulled your arm apart," he added with a casual nod, as if these events were just part of everyday life.

"You have that ability," Braze continued, his jade-green eyes narrowing thoughtfully as he inspected the speeder without touching it. "You can get better at it. But it takes practice, focus, and time. If you want to learn."

Braze straightened up, turning his gaze back to Javin, curious. "So, tell me—what are your skills? What are you good at, and what do you actually enjoy doing?" His questions were simple, but there was a quiet intensity behind them. He wasn't just asking for information; he was looking for direction, gauging how he might help Javin carve out a different path than the one he'd been walking.

 

[Javin B'ubara]

Javin caught the pack of food with a quick motion, surprised at the sudden handoff. He slung it over his shoulder, following Braze down the alley. The bag was heavier than he’d expected, but the idea of getting bigger tasks—maybe with better pay—kept him from complaining. He was still processing everything that had just happened, but the promise of work and credits gave him something to hold onto.

As they walked, Javin’s eyes flicked to his speeder, parked and in bad shape. He half-expected Braze to comment on the rust or the patchwork repairs, but the kid didn’t seem to care about that. Instead, he started talking about something... The Force?

Javin listened, but his brow furrowed as Braze spoke about this mystical connection to all living things. The explanation about grabbing the saber from a distance or how Braze pulled apart his arm made Javin pause. It didn’t line up with what he believed about his abilities.

“The Force?” Javin repeated, shaking his head with a frown. “Nah, that’s not it. I mean, that’s not how it works for me.” He adjusted the pack on his back, glancing down at his robotic arm and flexing it for a second before looking back at Braze.

“I’ve always thought it was just magnetism,” Javin continued, his voice more certain now. “My arm’s got metal parts, and metal objects... well, they react to it sometimes. I figured I just had a knack for controlling metal stuff.” He shrugged as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. “I mean, I’ve pulled metal tools, scrap, and objects like that. Not all this ‘Force’ stuff you’re talking about.”

He stared at the ground for a moment, considering the way Braze had disassembled his arm with barely a thought. That had been different, he couldn’t deny that. “But... I’ll admit, I don’t exactly know how I do it sometimes,” Javin said reluctantly, scratching the back of his head. “It doesn’t always make sense, but I’ve always figured it was something to do with the metal and my arm.”

Then Braze asked about his skills, and Javin's attention shifted back to the present. The thought of what he was actually good at—or what he liked doing—was something he hadn't considered in a while.

“I’m a mechanic,” he said with a hint of pride in his voice. “Good with machines, engines, fixing things that others have given up on. I’ve been doing that since I could hold a hydrospanner.” He glanced at his battered speeder. “This thing? I’ve kept it running way longer than it should’ve lasted.”

Javin hesitated for a moment, the question about what he enjoyed doing catching him off guard. No one had asked him that before. “I like tinkering,” he admitted finally. “Figuring out how things work. I don’t know, I guess I like solving problems with machines.”

He paused, still unsure of how much of Braze’s Force talk he believed, but the kid’s curiosity had gotten under his skin. “But if you’re saying there’s more to it than that... well, I don’t know. It’s hard to buy into that kind of stuff. I’m just used to thinking it’s my arm that does all the work.”

Javin looked at Braze, waiting to see how the kid would respond, half-expecting him to dismiss his theory about magnetism.


Braze

 

[Braze]

TAGS: Javin B'ubara

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Braze raised an eyebrow, offering Javin a curious glance. "Oh?" he asked, a hint of intrigue in his voice.

"Have you ever tried using your other arm? Or something that wasn't metal?" Braze asked thoughtfully. "I can tell you a secret about how it really works... but that might not be much fun if you want to figure it out and get better at it first," he added, a light smile playing at the corners of his mouth.

When Javin mentioned his skills, Braze's expression brightened. "I see... those are very good skills to have," Braze chirped gently. "My papa's a mechanic too." There was a warmth in his tone, as if this commonality meant something more to him. "And the fact you believe it's magnets probably helps you to do it, honestly."

Without breaking stride, Braze tapped a small comlink, calling out, "Hey, Aether, can you come pick me up? I've got a friend with me." He received a quick reply and ended the call, looking satisfied.

Braze turned back to Javin, asking casually, "Do you like to travel for work?" He gestured to the speeder, noting its condition. "We can take your bike with us, and maybe you can show me how you fix it—given the parts." Braze's voice was filled with genuine interest. "I'd like to learn about speeder bikes. It could be useful."

Pausing for a moment, he motioned to the bag Javin carried. "Right now, we've got a delivery to make—this food. Once it's done, I'll pay you for your help. That sounds fair, right?" Braze asked, his tone easygoing but professional.

 

[Javin B'ubara]

Javin blinked, caught off guard by Braze's response. He hadn’t expected the kid to be so... interested in his skills, let alone so casual about everything that had just happened. The mention of using his other arm made Javin pause. He’d never thought about it that way. His whole life, he’d chalked up the weird stuff that happened to his robotic arm, the metal reacting to the metal. It had always seemed logical to him.

“Uh, no, I guess I haven’t tried with my other arm,” Javin admitted, frowning slightly. “Didn’t seem like it would work, you know? Figured it was the metal, not me.” He scratched the back of his neck, feeling suddenly unsure. He hadn’t ever considered that he might be the one causing it, not just his arm.

Braze’s light smile and the comment about figuring it out on his own made Javin feel a strange mix of curiosity and frustration. There was something about the way this kid talked—like he already knew what was going on and was just waiting for Javin to catch up.

When Braze mentioned his father being a mechanic, Javin couldn’t help but smile a little. “Your dad’s a mechanic, huh? Guess you’ve been around engines a bit then,” he said, feeling a slight connection. There was something comforting about that, even if the rest of this situation was completely strange.

But the way Braze accepted Javin’s theory about magnets—even if it seemed like he was humoring him—took the edge off his defensiveness. “Yeah, I guess believing it’s magnets has helped,” Javin muttered, though he wasn’t quite sure he believed that anymore.

When Braze called for a pickup, Javin raised an eyebrow. “A friend, huh?” he repeated, surprised at the casual way Braze included him. The idea of being someone’s friend in the middle of all this still felt strange. But when Braze asked about traveling for work, Javin’s attention shifted back to the conversation. He glanced at his speeder, still in rough shape but functional.

“Traveling for work?” Javin mused. “Yeah, I mean, it beats staying stuck in one place, I guess. I’ve fixed bikes and ships all over. Gets me by.” He shrugged, unsure where Braze was going with this, but the offer to take his bike along caught him off guard. Most people didn’t care enough to bother with his old speeder.

“You want me to show you how to fix it?” Javin asked, surprised but also intrigued. “Yeah, I can do that, if you’ve got the parts. It’s pretty banged up, but I’ve kept it running.” There was a touch of pride in his voice as he looked at the speeder.

When Braze mentioned the food delivery, Javin nodded, adjusting the pack on his shoulder. “Yeah, that sounds fair,” he said, a bit more at ease now. The promise of payment made things clearer. This wasn’t charity—it was a job. And Javin could work with that.

He looked at Braze with a slight smirk. “So, what’s the delivery? Some fancy food for rich folks?”

Braze

 

[Braze]

TAGS: Javin B'ubara

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Braze's eyes lit up with genuine excitement when Javin mentioned his experience with ships. "Oh, really? That's great! I'm excited to see what you've worked on," he said with enthusiasm. "I haven't done much engine work myself—more of a designer than an engineer—but I'm curious to learn a few things here and there." Braze's eagerness was clear, and his next words came quickly. "I'll happily pay you for the time if you're willing to tutor me on what you know."

He glanced back at the speeder bike, mentally calculating how it would fit on their journey. "I think we can use some fabricators to help make any missing parts for your bike. We'll bring it with us; it'll save time and trouble." Braze smiled, already formulating a plan.

As they continued walking, Braze's tone shifted to something more thoughtful. "Before I explain why you thinking it was magnetism might have helped, I think it'd be better if I show you a training exercise. It's much more intuitive when you try it yourself." His voice softened as he offered the idea, clearly more interested in teaching through experience than just explaining concepts.

Braze stopped as a sleek, larger-than-average starfighter descended smoothly before them—the Phantomray. Its polished, stealthy frame shimmered under the dim alley light. The front hatch and the side hatch were opened allowing access to the cargo hold and the seating arrangements. Braze raised a hand, and with a gentle wave, he used the Force to lift the speeder bike effortlessly into the small cargo hold of the ship. The bike fit snugly, with just enough room to spare.

"Hop in the front," Braze said, motioning toward the cockpit of the Phantomray. His expression was calm but excited, clearly looking forward to what was to come.

In the pilots eat Aether of the Iron Order ( Character Bio) sat in all his Mechanical Glory.

Braze seemed calm and happy seemingly pleased to be doing something to help some one even if this was all weird and strange.

 

[Javin B'ubara]

Javin couldn't help but feel a little taken aback by Braze's excitement. The kid's genuine interest in his skills was... unexpected, especially given everything that had just happened. Usually, people didn’t care much for mechanics like him—just wanted their stuff fixed and didn’t ask questions. But here was Braze, not only asking but excited about learning from him. It felt strange, but in a good way.

"You want me to tutor you?" Javin asked, raising an eyebrow, a half-smirk on his face. "Yeah, sure, I can show you a thing or two. I’ve worked on all sorts of ships, speeders, engines—you name it. If you've got the tools and parts, I’ll make sure it runs like new." He felt a bit of pride slip into his tone. The idea of being paid to teach someone, especially someone like Braze, was new, but he wasn’t about to turn down a good offer.

When Braze talked about a training exercise, Javin’s expression turned a little skeptical again. "A training exercise, huh?" he muttered, glancing sideways at the kid. "Look, I still don’t know about this ‘Force’ stuff. Magnetism makes sense to me. But… if it’ll help me get better at what I do, I’ll give it a shot. Just don’t expect me to start lifting ships with my brain or anything." He wasn’t sure what to expect, but Braze’s calm confidence made him curious despite his skepticism.

As they reached the end of the alley, Javin’s eyes widened as the sleek starfighter descended before them. The Phantomray gleamed under the dim light, and Javin could only stare as the ship’s hatch opened and Braze casually floated his beat-up speeder into the cargo hold like it weighed nothing. He whistled low, clearly impressed.

“Okay, that was... something,” Javin muttered, rubbing the back of his neck. “Guess you weren’t kidding about this Force stuff.” He watched his speeder fit snugly into the cargo hold, still half-expecting something to go wrong, but everything looked fine.

When Braze motioned for him to hop into the front, Javin’s eyebrows shot up again. “You serious?” He didn’t wait long for an answer, though, because the excitement of sitting in the cockpit of a starfighter—this starfighter—was too good to pass up. He moved quickly, sliding into the seat with a grin that was hard to hide.

The controls in front of him were sleek, well-maintained, and far beyond what he was used to. This wasn’t some rusted-out freighter or patched-up speeder. This was something special.

Then he noticed the figure in the pilot’s seat—Aether. Javin’s eyes widened again. The guy looked like something out of a holodrama, all mechanical and powerful. Javin nodded in acknowledgment, but he was still processing everything.

"Nice ship," Javin said, his voice holding a mix of awe and caution. "So... this is how you get around, huh?" He leaned back, adjusting to the unfamiliar seat. Everything felt surreal, but in a strange way, he was starting to enjoy it. This wasn’t the kind of day he had planned, but maybe it was turning out better than he could’ve imagined.

"Alright, Braze," Javin said, glancing over at the kid with a small grin. "Let’s get this delivery done, and then we’ll see about fixing that speeder."

Braze

 

[Braze]

TAGS: Javin B'ubara

Braze grinned at Javin's response, his enthusiasm unwavering. "Of course I want you to tutor me," he said, his eyes bright with genuine interest. "You've got experience with things I haven't even touched yet. I'd love to learn from someone who knows their way around an engine." His tone was sincere, lacking any sense of condescension. There was an eagerness in the way he spoke, as if he wasn't just offering Javin a chance at work—he truly valued what the mechanic could bring to the table.

When Javin's skepticism about the Force came up, Braze chuckled softly. "Yeah, a training exercise. You don't have to start lifting ships with your mind—though, you never know." He shot Javin a playful glance. "But trust me, once you feel it—really feel it—you might start seeing things differently. And if nothing else, it might help with your 'magnetism' theory," Braze added with a wink.

As they reached the Phantomray and Javin expressed his surprise at Braze's display of the Force, the young Jedi smirked. "Told you. The Force is pretty handy," he said, watching Javin's reaction with amusement. "And yeah, I'm serious. Hop in the front. It's the best seat in the house."

Seeing Javin's awe as he slid into the cockpit brought a sense of satisfaction to Braze. He could tell Javin was warming up to the situation, and that made him all the more eager to continue. When Javin complimented the ship, Braze nodded. "Thanks. It's a bit more than I'm used to myself, but it's Aether's ship. He's the real pilot," Braze said, gesturing to Aether, the imposing 'droid' in the pilot's seat.

As the ship prepared to take off, Braze settled into his own seat, glancing over at Javin's curious expression. "Yeah, this is how I get around most of the time," Braze replied with a grin. "Fast, stealthy, and reliable—just how I like it."

Hearing Javin's final comment about getting the delivery done, Braze couldn't help but smile wider. "Sounds like a plan. " unfold.

It wasn't too terribly long before they reached their destination a space station where a bigger ship was docked. Braze lead him on to the freighters to drop-off the food in the dinette and lead him down to the bay in side the ship where the work shop and some other small fighters were parked.

Braze gave Javin 200 credits here. The hangar bay and mechanic area has a few fabricator machines for building parts from scratch. " So what do you think? Will this work?"

 

[Javin B'ubara]

Javin’s eyes swept over the workshop, taking in every detail, but despite his growing excitement about the equipment, he remained cautious. Old habits were hard to break, and even with the credits in his pocket and the promise of better tools, the instinct to keep people at arm’s length lingered.

He approached his speeder, which had been unloaded from the ship, and crouched down beside it, running his hand over the familiar battered surface. It was his, after all—something he'd kept running with whatever scraps he could find. He wasn’t about to let anyone else mess with it, not yet.

“Yeah, this setup is solid,” Javin admitted, glancing at the fabricators and tools with a hint of appreciation. “But I’ll keep it simple for now. I’ve been fixing this thing with whatever junk I could find for years.” His fingers brushed over a patched-up spot on the engine, and he shook his head slightly, his usual guarded demeanor slipping back into place. “I don’t need it fancy—just functional.”

He straightened up, eyeing Braze for a moment before speaking again. “I’ll get to work on my speeder. I’ll show you how to use some of the tools while I’m at it, but don’t expect me to teach you everything at once.” His tone wasn’t harsh, but there was a clear edge of caution. Javin wasn’t about to let his guard down completely, even if Braze seemed genuine.

“You’re alright,” Javin added after a pause, almost begrudgingly, as if it cost him something to say it. “But I’ve been on my own for a while, and I don’t trust easy. This is new territory for me.” He gave a small shrug, more to himself than anyone else. “Let’s just get the job done and see where it goes.”

Despite his words, the faintest hint of a smile tugged at the corner of his mouth as he turned back to his speeder, already planning the repairs in his head. The workshop was more than he’d ever had access to, but that didn’t mean he was ready to dive into teamwork just yet. Still, the possibilities here were hard to ignore, and a small part of him was curious to see where it could lead.


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[Braze]

Javin B'ubara


Braze smiled and nodded. "It's your speeder. You're the professional here. I'm just here to watch and maybe hand you tools," he offered with a slight grin. "I get it, though... I ran away from the temple and my creche teachers enough times to know that life outside sheltered walls can be rough. I don't blame you for being guarded."

Despite his youth, Braze had grown up in one of the galaxy's finest education systems, allowing him to hold his own in conversations with adults on a wide range of topics.

"Thanks for showing me this," Braze added, his tone genuine. "That weapon you took from me... I built it myself. I like crafting weapons, making them beautiful. I understand what it's like to work on something over and over to ensure it works perfectly."

He paused, considering his words. "Sometimes I think I make mine too pretty. This isn't the first time someone's tried to take it from me." Braze's tone remained calm, as if he had grown used to others trying to take his creations, whether out of desperation or simple curiosity. His real concern only surfaced when another Force user, aware of the power inside, attempted to claim it.

There was a subtle curiosity in Braze's demeanor, as if he enjoyed interacting with Javin, despite the differences in their backgrounds. He recognized that their experiences shaped their outlooks on the galaxy in different ways, and he seemed to respect that.

 

[Javin B'ubara]

Javin paused mid-step, turning back to Braze with a raised eyebrow, disbelief clear in his expression. “Wait, that thing was a weapon?” he asked, his tone skeptical. He had handled plenty of blasters and tools in his life, but the cylindrical object he had taken from Braze hadn’t exactly screamed ‘weapon’ to him. “I thought it was some kind of fancy gadget or a high-end tool. You’re telling me you built it and it’s supposed to... what? Shoot or something?”

He crossed his arms, still processing the idea. Javin wasn’t about to just take Braze’s word for it without seeing it again. The whole thing seemed too strange. A weapon that looked like that? It didn’t fit any mold Javin knew.

“Alright, I’ll bite,” he said, his voice tinged with curiosity. “Maybe once I’ve got my speeder up and running, you can show me how it works. I still can’t wrap my head around how something like that can be more than a glorified paperweight.” His tone wasn’t mocking—more intrigued than anything. He wasn’t used to tech like this, and part of him wanted to understand it, even if it didn’t fit his idea of what a weapon should be.

Javin scratched the back of his neck, still eyeing Braze with a mixture of curiosity and caution. “I mean, it looked... expensive,” he admitted, glancing toward the lightsaber clipped to Braze’s belt. “But dangerous? I don’t know about that.”

There was a flicker of something more in Javin’s voice, though. As much as he tried to downplay it, the idea of seeing this supposed weapon in action had piqued his interest. Maybe there was more to it than he realized.


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