Private Familiar Connections Pt 2

[Kyra Perl]

Swish swish! Kyra gave a few enthusiastic swirls, her padawan braid whipping through the air as she managed as a spinning slash in the tight space. She landed light, the force swelling around her as she tossed him a childish grin.

"The liked Ataru. Like me. " She had never done that move before, instead having channeled it from the energy attached to the hilt as she had focused on it. Some things came easy to her, others did not. She gave a please wiggle, bubbling with energy again. Steps back to him were taken, her curiosity exemplified as she peered around him for more objects of a similar nature.

The saber hilt was not put back down.

It was unlikely to remain so without intervention. "Dead people's stuff is so weird," she commented, picking up a token she didn't recognize. "It's like. You should probably be sad, cause they're dead. But cause they died you get to see the cool stuff. So. "She paused, then looked up with a wash of discomfort.

"You don't think that's why the force killed them, do you?" She didn't want to be the reason the force decided 'its someone's time'. What a buzz kill.

 

[Coren Starchaser]

As a Master, he had only had a few students, most were not even student age, but he knew the wonder of being a Jedi and learning more. The Force gave one gifts and being able to use them to better others? Observing her, it was clear that she had more official training with a lightsaber and its forms. When she mentioned the lightsaber form, he nodded. He got that they were a bit more hyped with their fighting. It was good to see she was versed in that form.

For Coren, lightsaber combat, his style was ‘Outer Rim bar brawl with a lightsaber’ and it served him well enough. Granted part of that was a scattergun and well placed Force blast. It seemed to work, but now? He had taken the time to work on learning one of the defensive combats… Was it Form Five? He wasn’t sure. Had a number, that was enough. It was call, and collected, and could adjust.

“I don’t think the Force works that way. Its something we can use and take from, and we return to it. But I don’t think the Force makes that judgement. We all have a role to play. I thought mine was about to conclude on Coruscant…” He shook his head, waving the thought off. “Finding anything else you like?” He stepped over, picking up an ancient sword, an actual blade, made of songsteel, looking it over. There was a forge that he and Celeste had found with all manner of imbued items.

Kyra Perl

 

[Kyra Perl]

His words wooshed through her, the wisdom he imparted about the function of the force unabsorbed as she rubbed the token between her two fingers.

The hilt was no where to be seen, and certainly not back in his container. She titled her head at the new artifact, running her thumb over its worn down surface. With no words, she turned to him, holding it up in curious expectation. Wasthis.

 

[Coren Starchaser]

Starchaser was more than a Master, he was a General and a former smuggler. He knew how to make it so you never saw him stealing what he just stole in front of you. Made things easier when he was making deals out on some backwater, or if he was really short on credits. Of course, sure, it was stealing, but was it really, if you stole from slavers and Imperials? He was okay with it then. His attention was drifting but it soon found itself back on her.

Nothing in this room was dangerous, but he still wanted to keep an eye on everything. He smiled at what she picked up. “That? That’s a Jedi Credit. Our people, the Corellians, the Green Jedi, they were impossibly independent. When we were Knighted, many would have Jedi Credits, these coins, pressed. This one was one I found at a Temple on the Rim. Its actually of a Master named Davik Starcahaser.”

By his own reckoning it was Coren’s grandfather, someone he had never met, because his father had been on the run when Coren was a child. He smiled at Kyra as she examined it. “Corellian Jedi gave these out to their families, and their friends, or teachers…”

Kyra Perl

 

[Kyra Perl]

The weight of the swiped hilt fell heavy in her robe pocket, a bit of lier's glee showing in a grin that puuuuuuulled up her lips. No thought was paid to the action besides she liked the object and she wanted to see more of it, the morals of what she did not entering her mind. Selective hearing, meet Kyra Perl ... Or was that .... Perl-Starchaser?

Her smile faulted ever so slightly, the confusion breaking up the moment as he explained the coin.

He was dropping a lot of names. Celeste, Davik, Green Jedi. She was aware that there was a story there, and history to learn, but actively seeking it out meant she accepted their relation as true.

Which she hadn't yet.

Instead she looked back down to the coin that belonged to what was possibly her great grandfather, her grin gone as she gave it a long stare. "..." She swallowed hard, but did not pocket this one too. Instead she placed it down, taking a step away from the artifacts all together and giving him a conflicted look.

"How do you know?" That he was her father. Selective hearing, selective morals, and selective trust in the force. Kyra was hard to make see truths she didn't want to have.

 

[Coren Starchaser]

The Jedi Master had been a smuggler, and he was a Sentinel by training, for him to not see someone swipe something that he was familiar with was a chance in one of the Nine Corellian Hells. But he’d let her hold onto it for now. Was interesting to see what she was interested in here, maybe he’d have to make note of it for Caedyn. And he hoped the Knight would have some information for him about her. The names and what he hoped was a brief history lesson seemed to be a bit much, but that was the same as anyone hearing something for the first time, a new job, a new posting, a new squadron.

Many names and history. He’d have to sit her down to let her know what her family was all about, if she decided to accept him into her life, and his legacy as a part of hers.

“How do I know what?” He looked at her, assuming he knew the question, but it wasn’t real until she responded.

Kyra Perl

 

[Kyra Perl]

She looked down. Somehow holding his gaze as she brought the question to life was too intimate... too real. No. Looking down created distance, and distance was a softy net.

Still, she took a moment to speak, biting her lip as she struggled for the words. "How... do you know you're my dad." She took a step back, moving until her heels hit the bed she wouldn't even have time to sleep in.

She had been so eager to dub it hers just an hour ago. Now.. She unconsciously played with the engraved design of the saber hilt through her robes, rubbing the edge to sooth herself and the flair of anxiety she felt. So many questions came to mind. Most of them whys, and what ifs.

He had just always been around, without ever actually being there. "Wouldn't my mum have said something if-..."

 

[Coren Starchaser]

The Jedi Master smirked a little, as he watched the girl who was probably his daughter, most likely, definitely his daughter. The Corellian grinned, a smirk typically saved for the people who was trying to impress, and just satisfying his own ego as he watched her. “Just a feeling.” He reached out to touch the JedCred, but most purposely to touch her hand. The Force was already electric between them, but when he reached out to her, he knew that she would feel exactly what he was feeling.

He knew that the galaxy had a lot of questions, but the Force provided answers. The Force was going to provide an answer and he just knew, when he touched her, she had a feeling, a presence that was very similar to his own. Watching as one of the sand cats he kept aboard the ship, picking them up when they first re-entered the galaxy came in. Purring and walking over to her.

“Hey there, kit.” He said, as he turned his attention from her for a mere second. “Are you afraid that I am, or afraid that I’m not?” He was not going to speak for Joza, Coren was many things, dumb was not one of them. Watching the kitten approach Kyra, he smirked.

“You know, they do that to Starchasers.” He offered, a slight fib, and if she reached to him in the Force, she would find the fib only being in fact that the cats came over to only their family, but not that she was a Starchaser.

Kyra Perl

 

[Kyra Perl]

Kyra stared warily at his fingers on her hand. It was a simple touch, but it carried with it a weight that unnerved her. Could he really come back into the picture and care about her, just like that? And if he couldn't? Would- would that be okay with her too?

“Are you afraid that I am, or afraid that I’m not?”

"Both." The answer came unbidden, bubbling up between her lips before she could catch it. Mr.Whiskers caught her attention as well, some of the turmoil leave her gaze in a flash. Her eyes lit up as the cat approached her. They only approached Starchasers, he told her. She believed the lie more than she believed the strange pull of the force, her hand pulling from his so she could scratch behind its ears.


"People make promises all the time, that doesn't mean they keep them."

 

[Coren Starchaser]

Fingers touching just helped to jolt the Force as it were, connect him to her quickly and pass on a bit of his surety. Not that he was hoping to influence her, but he wanted to give her a reason that he felt it. The eyes, the way she seemed to dance her fingers over the controls of his ship, the way she picked out the one item he knew was a family piece. And there was just something about her. Not to mention the time seemed to line up with his fling of sorts with Joza Perl , perhaps the Force brought that pairing together to bring this one forward.

What did that mean? He had no idea.

Almost taken aback, but not quite, he rubbed his chin as he eyed her. A small nod. “I understand that. Like I said, I’ll bring you to Caedyn, and if you want to see me again, you let me know. If not, I’ll be there to get you out of jams, but I’ll keep my distance.” Could he? Maybe. Smiling at the cat, this one was sibling to the one who was permanently aboard his ship, helping chase rats and other small mammals that got into the stores he was moving around.

“I understand that. I’ve been on the receiving end of it. But I will do all in my power to keep you safe.” Whether she liked it or not.

Kyra Perl

 

[Kyra Perl]

It was a lot to take in. Too much. Her head felt heavy with the turn of events. There was too much to consider, too many facts and questions and feelings. It made her tired. Literally. Her mind grew foggy as she seemed to almost zone out, her fingers moving ever dutifully against the cat's chin. Best be careful or it'd end up in her bag too.

She doted on it for a moment, finding its purring company easier to cater to than the man besides her.

"Okay," was all she finally said. And unlike the rapid chatter she had flooded him with before, that was that.

Were they there yet? She suddenly wanted to be. She looked to the bed she wouldn't use, but now wanted to. Somehow, she was sleepy. Guess using your own energy to try and tear up a ship had its downsides, not that she noticed that. "I have a long night of fun with Yula incoming so... can I nap?" She finally asked, her voice tight and small.

 

[Coren Starchaser]

Starchaser was an intense individual. Perhaps why he stuck to wars, and was seen as a ruthless commander, even for a Jedi. He had his approach and it was mostly ‘go 100 megalights per hour right into the thick of the enemy, guns ablazing.’ It seemed that parenting was about the same. He wondered just what Celeste Rigel was going to have to tell him on how to do this. Watching the cat enjoy the company of Kyra, he was smiling, leaning against the wall.

Maybe he said something wrong, because she seemed to almost wall up.

“We still have about an hour or two. If you want to nap, I can wake you before we arrive?” Or the reversion to real space was typically a good way to wake someone up. Oh, and Yula? That was going to be a conversation. He was going to be hearing it from Perls all night, wasn’t he? Well, he had only a few things to do on Terminus, part of it was speaking to Caedyn, another part was prepping some gear in case he would need it. Been a while since he had been in the galaxy

Kyra Perl

 

[Kyra Perl]

Kyra gave a numb nod, kicking off her shoes. With no further words she scooted up the bed, scooping up the sand cat and taking it with her. "Later, then." She didn't look at him, but she was glad to have her sheets. It was a bit of comfort in a strange situation. Of course leaving them behind now would have a whole different connotation.

...Hoy boy.

She curled around the cat, giving Coren her back as he was left to depart the room. Kyra tried to ignore any hesitation in his departure as she stared at the wall, long strokes being given to the cat.

...Her mother had some explaining to do.

 

[Coren Starchaser]

The Starchaser was definitely not certain what was happening, but he was hopeful. Maybe things would work out. He really hoped that things would work out. He had sat with Porter for a few moments, drafting a communication to Joza Perl that they should probably set aside a time to speak, about the topic of Kyra Perl. Surprisingly, Coren Starchaser was really okay with the fact that she was his daughter. He was sending cakes over to Joza every year, but it was mostly just to taunt the woman. He loved Joza in his own way, but it was more comradery, not… romantic.

Once the message was sent, the Jedi Master fell into a bit of a meditation. He was tracking the Force, tracking Kyra in hre room, the artifacts in the ship, reaching out to Celeste, and Kaia, just visiting through the Force, nothing more. He could feel that Kyra seemed to have another item, more than the Jedi Credit. He thought she had the lightsaber, but he was observing other things.

She was a Perl and a Starchaser. The poor galaxy.

Porter came over and bumped his human as did Tyrena, his sand cat. Smiling, the Master got up, and adjusted his cloak, holding the necklace with the Starchaser’s Light in his hand. He knocked on the door for Kyra. “Kyra, we’re about to arrive. You can meet me in the cockpit.”

Kyra Perl

 

[Kyra Perl]

Kyra had left the credit in its box, opting to not take it. Taking it would signify that she wanted a piece of what it represented. Which she didn't.

At least, not yet.

Sleep did not reach her, but after an hour of swirling thoughts, a trick learned by Jamie Lysle and Caedyn Arenais both helped her find a sense of peace by focusing on the cat's mind. Its form was warm, the soft purrs emanating from its chest oddly comforting. She wasn't sure why she wanted to calm herself down. It usually wasn't a thought that would cross her mind. But she had a Master to face, and a long lost sister to go to.

A bit of control over the turmoil was exactly what she needed in order to process the revelation in peace. Cause she didn't want to talk about it. Then it would be real.

Her mind vibrated in sync with the sleeping cat. Both jolted awake at the knock. Huh- what. ....alright maybe she had fallen asleep. Don't judge Jamie Lysle . IT WAS A START.

"Huh- yeah- okay." She rubbed at her face, the cat stretching and giving a yawn. Kyra slipped down from the bed in the spare room/ makeshift storage, rejuvenated. She looked to the cat, her new favorite friend, and her bag. A look hit her eyes.

"Hey little guy... Idea."




Kyra entered the cock put, a full bag slung carefully over her shoulder. Her trepidation for the next leg of her journey melted away, hardly mattering as she found herself staring down her... father, possibly. She bit her lip and looked down, her usual spark flickering back out. "Ok, so um, thanks for the ride." She scuffed at the floor. Her pack moved on its own.

 

[Coren Starchaser]

That bit about the coin would be unbeknownest to Coren, he was going to try to not pressure Kyra too much. He wanted her to want to be part of the Starchaser legacy, but if she only wanted to take up the mantle of being a Daughter of Perl? He’d allow that too. Joza Perl brought a lot to the galactic table, and more coming from that line was going to be beneficial. Yula and Nida were both really well versed in the galaxy, and hopefully Kyra would follow.

His mind was on the galaxy, but not so much in the way he used to be. He was still watchful for the Sith, but his own legacy, it had to be something beyond war. Family, maybe even trying to take up the mantle of a teacher, a leader, a Grandmaster. He had the chance in the New Jedi Order, his New Jedi Order, but he stepped aside, too prepped for war. Now though? He had time away time to think.

What did he want to leave for his daughters, not just the one in this ship and the one out there on her own, but the ones that were coming.

Sitting in the cockpit, he turned as Kyra entered and smiled at her. “Rides not over yet, kid. You want to take her in?” He asked, as the ship was in high orbit around Terminus, chatter coming through to welcome the Tachyon Rising home. Not paying attention the bag quite yet, he was focusing on Kyra, watching her, seeing if she wanted to try. “I’ll be in the co-pilot see if you get nervous?”

Kyra Perl

 

[Kyra Perl]

Kyra took a tentative step forward, more interested in trying because he was letting her than because it sounded fun. Acaadi never let her touch stuff. She reached out, giving a lever a curious poke. She glanced up at him, then gave a half-hearted shrug and sat perched at the end of the pilots seat.

"What'dIdofirst?" Came the small, unengaged question. She was clearly still very unsure around him, the girl never having shown herself to be quiet or composed before. In truth, she was fearful of annoying him. Petrified, actually. She had already spaced his lesson on trusting her instincts, her lips pursed as she give another button an experimental jab.

 

[Coren Starchaser]

Coren knew that between himself and Porter, if she did anything wrong on the ship, they’d be able to handle any course corrections. He wasn’t too worried. Plus Terminus was an OPA world and his ship was marked friendly, so long as she didn’t bring the weapons online, they’d just be fine. From the pilot’s seat, he smiled and watched her for a moment. Tentative was good, but it also meant someone wasn’t doing their job teaching her. He was going to have to have a word with her Master.

Hopefully he wasn’t doing anything wrong. She seemed somewhere between unenthused and nervous. But when she first arrived? She was a very different girl. Please don’t mess this up, Coren, was all he could think. “First, sit down, second, the piloting controls are the console in front.” He indicated something with two handles, not unlike two joysticks linked together that would help direct the rudders. “Pedals on the floor, that’s your acceleration and decel… Left is stop, right is go.” He had adjusted the cockpit’s active flight mode to replicate a starfighter. For more complex controls, and finesse, there were small dials for shields, weapon power, and other systems, but she didn’t need that.

“You ready? Turning control over to you…” He said as he waited for her to be ready.

Kyra Perl

 

[Kyra Perl]

Kyra looked around, already sitting on the edge of the seat. The bag seemed to readjust with her, settling down unsquished at her back. His instructions had already fled her head, the girl looking wide eyed at the many buttons around her.

You ready?

Not even close. She reached forward, pushing on the first joystick that caught her interest. The stick gave a sharp turn, but she stomped down on the deceleration without thought. "Whoa," she gasped as they quickly stabilized. She gave him a wild look, unnerved and braced for a chastising. "Soooooorry. I-" Every Starchaser can fly.

She removed her hand from the controls, withdrawing. "Maybe you should..."

 

[Coren Starchaser]

The Jedi Master was more than happy to teach, but he wanted her to want to learn as well. He watched and smirked at her, as she sat, and he could feel the apprehension. “I’ll take over when its landing time.” He reassured her, but he watched her look a bit nervous. That was fine, not her ship, probably her first true flying lesson. He could allow that. “Not just one stick, both.” He said, locking the ship into a path that would have them going away from the planet, just to give her some time to play with it. Getting up, he walked over to her and got behind the seat.

“Nah, you barely gave it a chance.” He smiled.

Taking her hands gently, as he reached of the chair, he had her grasp both sides of the controls. “Tilt them left or right to roll or bank, pull back or forward to go up and down.” He smiled, as he let go of her hands, watching to see if she found the pedals. “She’s a bigger girl than a fighter, but she’s still more agile than you’d expect.” Watching her from over her shoulder for a second, he grinned.

“Just be gentle, we’re not going for combat maneuvers here.” Laughing to his own comment, he watched her. “Porter, ick us a few beacons out there. Holographic.” A few second later, a few points of holographic data would appear before Kyra, forming a square in open space. “Connect the dots, and then, if you really want to stop, I’ll take over?” He offered, moving back to his seat, eyeing the bag, but more so her.

Kyra Perl