Farmville [SJO Dominion of Balamak Hex AD-29]

[Aidan Moonrunner]

He let the boy speak first as he considered the question. Forty seven years he had tread across this galaxy. Forty seven years he had held the gift of the Force, and yet never had he ignited his blade for an Order, Jedi or otherwise. He had liked to think he had left that old life behind on Vullain, with his eye and his master's grave, but he could feel that desire for independence rising in him at the thought of joining an Order. Yet, what good could he do as one man against the tide of the Darkness? No one man, no matter how powerful he thought himself to be, could hold back the cold and dark oceans that was the Dark Side of the Force.

He did not know these Jedi, and they did not know him. He had a second chance, a second life, and he was intent to not waste it. He would do good, help the helpless, deliver justice to those that deserved it, and protect the innocent. The Silver Jedi claimed to do all of these things. But he had met many a person who claimed to do one thing, and did completely another. Actions spoke much louder than words, though they had certainly helped their convincingness by helping the people of Balamak.

The time had come for him to respond. He ran a hand through his hair, one eye still smiling at [member="Stephanie Swail"].
"I am from Telos originally, but I have not called it home since I was a young boy. I am not surprised you do not know my name, for I have not made it a knowable name in circles most Jedi find themselves in. I am simply a servant of the Light and the Force, and it seems the Force has made our paths intersect, this day."

[member="Reggie Faayare"]

 

[Stephanie Swail]

Stephanie smiled at the youth, Reggie, and nodded.

”I am pleased to hear it. I am glad you're with us here, and I hope you find what path you seek. Rest assured, this is an exciting time for the Order. I have a great feeling about it, and I am sure you will go far with us. And if you prove your hand here farming, well, the sky is your limit!”

Then, she looked to Aidan. He seemed a man not as...innocent as Reggie and herself. He had stories to tell. Myths and legend about where he had been. She could feel it, partly from his look and partly from his aura.

”The Force works in mysterious ways, but I am not to question it. Not if it brings people as yourself to our land willing to help. I just hope we can offer you a place to call home for a while, and you can lend a hand to those in need of guidance and teachings? Reggie and myself for one!”

She took her bag and walked around the pair.

”Come! Let's walk and talk - see what else needs to be done. I know it's not very glamorous, but at least I have help now. Let's hope none of the animals need milking.”

[member="Aidan Moonrunner"] | [member="Reggie Faayare"]

 

[Reggie Faayare]

Curiosity had awakened in Reggie once again. Aidan had stories to tell, that was obvious, and Reggie wanted to find out more. He decided to hold off on any questions for now, not wanting to be on bad terms with anyone because of his curiosity. When Stephanie asked if the older man could provide guidance to those in need of it, his excitement rose. For the mean time though, he suppressed his excitement and focused on the work that needed to be done.

Picking up his bag, Reggie responded and followed.

"That....wouldn't be ideal, would it? Well, if it needs to be done then i'll take that job."

 

[Aidan Moonrunner]

He was not expecting the barest offer of a teaching role. He was not adverse to the prospect, for certain. It had simply never crossed his mind. But it did make sense for him to do something like that. He was getting old, he had seen much, and he wished to contribute. Helping the next generation of Jedi did more for the Light than he ever could personally.
"The teaching role is not one I have played in this life. But if those willing to learn from a dead man come to me, I shall not turn them away. I will assist them in whatever way I can."
His connection to the Force was tenuous, let alone his mastery of its mysteries, but his mastery of the blade was what he had to offer. A Jedi had to learn to protect themselves, and sometimes, simply the sight and sound of the lightsaber could defuse a situation before it even began. Plasma swords had a way of putting things men and women sometimes could not.

He followed her, finding this conversation interesting. If this woman was indicative of the rest of these Silver Jedi, then they would be a group he would find himself crossing paths with often, and with delight.
"Honest labor is far from glamorous, but among the most rewarding. Committing to an act solely for the sake of others uplifts oneself, and lets one see the larger picture that is our galaxy. It is certainly less stressful than wielding a lightsaber."

[member="Stephanie Swail"] [member="Reggie Faayare"]

 

[Ugohr Poof]

Objective: Farmers Market
Company: IGR (post 8)

"No, that will be all"

For 74,000 credits, to be repaid over five years, at an interest rate of 5%, this Squib's loan will allow him to buy enough equipment to grow a 50-acre plantation of cocoa trees native to Skor II, such as modified R9 droids for agricultural use. With roughly ten to fifteen tons that can be harvested over that plot of land, the Squib walked away with a pretty sweet microlending deal. The next client was still wanting to test the ripeness or juiciness of that loan that the client was wanting to take out from IGR. Poodoo: these advertising pitches were going to bite me in the behind, the Gungan thought, while having to deal with this troublesome client that had the audacity to question the ripeness, juciness or freshness of the loans being advertised. Perhaps it was time for the Gungan to face the music and admit that those advertising pitches were a little... misleading. Perhaps the Gungan had to change his advertising pitch in a farmer's market where many of the clients' preoccupations centered around food, then again, perhaps not.

"This loan doesn't seem to be juicy or ripe at all, nor is it fresh" the client complained. "What sort of loans are you advertising?"

"Yousa will realize dat disen loans only financial instruments dat yousa can use for buyen what yousa want or need"

 

[Jake Daniels]

Objective: Three
Post Count: 2


Cody tore open the first bag of manure. With the assistance of a native, he poured it onto various aspects of the ground the native farmer pointed too. His face crinkled at the smell of such a repugnant odor. This definitely wasn't Cody's forte'. When Cody did manual labor, it usually involved a hammer, nails, or loading or unloading equipment. Sifting around animal dung to help plants grow definitely wasn't something he enjoyed. So why do it?

Because of Jake.

As Cody stood back for a moment, both he and the native farmer watched Jake begin to work it into the ground. Jake had come a damn long way. Since first meeting him on Honoghr, the smuggler used to fear the man. Not because Jake was a threat to he or his spouses, but because they all thought he was a threat to himself. Stricken with grief. Stuck in a pit of despair and darkness. Cody had honestly thought he would one day wake up to see a pair of Jake's dangling feet and a tipped over chair.

Yet here Jake was. He was different. Happier. That was it. Jake was happy. It was a good thing to see and one Cody hoped never left Jake. The man had done so much for the smuggling family that digging around in some poop wasn't going to kill him. It was the least Cody could do to repay the man. The question that Cody, Umako, and Rania asked was how long until Jake retired. Would he? Was he getting to a point that he was willing to step aside and settle down?

Cody's dark eyes looked over to a particular woman and a spunky droid.

He thought he would. Though Rania had expressed she wanted to have a girl-talk with Val. Cody knew the bravado. Rania was like a big sister to Jake. She was a tad protective, as they all were of him, and he them. After all... if she was to be family, she had to go through the typical rights of passage. That included awkward conversations.

"This way." The native instructed Cody. As both men grabbed a second bag and moved it to another row of freshly sprouted crops, Cody tore the bag open and began pouring.

On his heels was a sweaty Jake with a hoe in his hands, plowing away as only he could.

 

[Valae Heavenshield]

Valae’s brown eyes widened slightly as Muad revealed the type of activities that he found fun. Sure, most people did like to go out and enjoy a drink or two – she couldn’t blame him for that. But the mention of burning establishments to the ground certainly made her brows arch. The clever wink that followed gave her the impression that he was joking. But there was just something about this man that told her otherwise. Indeed it seemed that he was quite the… character.

No matter the oddity of his words, Muad seemed loyal and protective. At least, when it came to those in his circle of friends. Valae was much the same in that regard. But as the Grandmaster of the Order, the lines often blurred. What she would do for her friends and family, she would also do for her people.

“Well, your help here is appreciated.” Valae said with a friendly nod. “Manual labor… fun? I’ll have to take your word on that.” She gave a good-natured chuckle.

Behind Valae, her astromech companion’s head turned from the fields and then back. There was an impatient beeping that made Valae glance over her shoulder. But a question posed by Muad made eyes squint in thought. Flashing the droid a smile, she mouthed the words ‘Okay, just a few minutes.’

What would she do for a loved one? Well, that definitely seemed deep conversation, especially for two that had only just met. But she supposed that Muad was a friend now – the CIS and SJO were allies, after all. Letting out a breath, she scratched her head for a moment as she considered how to answer.

“Well, you see… I have quite a personal aversion to killing.” She said, nodding. “It’s just something that I don’t do. But I would cross that line to save someone I cared about, if it truly came to that.” It was true, though that didn’t mean she wouldn’t be a struggle for her. “Well, anyways… I suppose I’d be more inclined to sacrifice myself for my friends and loved ones.” She answered.

Stepping up to Muad she stuck her hand out for him to shake.

“And as the Grandmaster of the Silver Jedi, I truly do appreciate your offer to help.” She said with a kind smile. “As a friend, I’ll hold you to that… just don’t go burnin’ anything to the ground.” She added, grin widening. “You should also know that if the CIS has need, I’ll be there, too. You can count on that.”

[member="Muad Dib"]

 

[Cassius Droma]

His brow furrowed as she mentioned going to Coruscant again. He would have thought that after everything that had happened there, she would avoid that place like a deadly disease. Then again, he also understood how powerful and leading visions could be. The young Jedi had learned to hone is ability of Psychometry over the past few months, so those visions only happened when he willed them to. It was rare that something of that magnitude struck him in his sleep. Although lately, he had been seeing some strange things in his dreams…

Her comment about her finding someone that was able to teach her perked his ears. Although, in the way that she said it, she seemed so… unsure. Uncomfortable, even. Regardless, Cassius had to ask… “So, you found a Jedi Master to teach you? Or, at least, someone well-versed in the Force?” Whoever it was, they were with the Confederacy. In a small way, Cassius was disappointed. He could have brought her to Deneba or the Providence and found her a master there. Then again, he knew that Srina had good judgment. Whoever she found, it was probably the right one.

The question of what he was going to do with the rest of his day made him widen his eyes a little and he looked out to the ground. He sighed and shrugged his shoulders. “No idea,” he muttered, squinting a little as he thought about it. The suggestion of the HoloNet upgrade was dismissed with a wave of his hand. “My parents were the engineers – not me.”

“I think I was just going to explore a little, maybe buy some groceries and cook some sort of meal for dinner. Just… take it easy, you know?” The past year and half, he’d been non-stop, whether it was training to be a Jedi, flying with the Silvers, or just going on missions, he didn’t have a lot of time to just sit back and relax.

Until now.

[member="Srina Talon"]

 

[Srina Talon]

Location: Market/"Cantina"
Post Count: 4

Cassius never missed anything. Then again, she rarely did either. His furrowed brow told her everything she needed to know when she mentioned returning to Coruscant and then some. She understood. If there had been any other way to calm the force visions that were plaguing her with increased consistency she would have taken it. All it boiled down to, was that the force wanted her on the ecumenopolis, and it gave her no quarter. “I’ve been careful, I promise. It was just unavoidable. I can’t control what I see or when I see it. Has that ever happened to you?”

She was curious. Darth Metus had told her over and over that their visions, lucid dreams, whatever they were could be controlled in time. She didn’t exactly trust him not to simply tell her what she wanted to hear. Ever since they’d first clashed in the bowels of Coruscant her master was very conscious of her emotional state. Cassius would not be so careful. To that end, when her friend asked about her new teacher, a precise smile crossed her lovely countenance. “Yes. He is very well versed in the force.”

Srina was already regretting the decision to withhold her master’s name. Despite the newfound alliance, the Confederacy held with the Silvers, she never wanted Cassius to find himself in a position where he felt he may need to choose between their friendship and his calling. Worse than that…She just didn’t like not telling him. It seemed dishonest.

Regardless, he would find out eventually. She had attended a summit with Grandmaster Kitra and Padawan Swail before this event to help her master ensure peace between their factions. There were only so many well-spoken white-haired Echani apprentices that appeared within the Confederacy and Cassius was far too smart not to put two and two together. She decided, that she would tell him before the day was over, and let her worries fade. Her friend would understand.

Instead, she changed the subject and asked the Jedi about his day. Cassius seemed surprised and she chuckled softly at his boyish shrug. His soul could sometimes feel so mature, but for a human, he was still rather young. “My parents were soldiers first. We all are…But after they served my father went into politics.”

“My mother became an artist. She paints sunsets.”

Her nose crinkled cutely at the notion of painting, versus holding a sword, but she let it go. She’d long since accepted her parent’s life choices. Hopefully, one day, she could tell them of the decisions she’d made and her family would receive it with open minds.

“My mentor has given me a very important task.”, she trailed off, leaning a little closer to whisper as if there were some sort of clandestine mission at hand. “He has informed me that it is my solemn duty to have fun and I’m not permitted back to the frigate until I do.”

“He claims that I am too serious.”, Srina could feel her smile returning, fondly remembering the Vicelord’s empty threats. Lifting her glass she drained the rest of her water and set it back down on the table. Flaxen eyelashes dusted against pale cheeks as her eyes swept the pattered wood of the table. She felt something, not shy, but earnest. “May I join you in your plans of taking it easy?”

Surely, that counted as fun.

[member="Cassius Droma"]

 

[Ugohr Poof]

Objective: Farmers Market
Company: IGR (post 9)

And then came that difficult client that the loan officer found impossible to deal with, threatening to trash the stall at the market if his demands were not met. He demanded to test the freshness and ripeness of the loans being advertised before even trying to negotiate a loan or even apply for one. For the first time, Ugohr feels compelled to use the mind trick in an attempt to defuse the situation that he himself created without intending it. Maybe the client will actually respond better to the loan officer questions under the effects of a mind trick. And perhaps ensure customer satisfaction over an advertisement that went awry, even though it fit the theme and venue. Yes, he realized that clients looking at farmer markets for their own food needs are often clients that would also want to buy food elsewhere in the market, from a variety of vendors. Be it flour, jatropha, flowers, pom, nerf food, muja fruit, bananas or other stuff entirely.

"Yousa will never see banking advertisements da same again"

"I will never see banking advertisements the same again"

"Yousa will tell mesa about how much yousa want to borrow, and for what"

"I will tell you about how much you want to borrow. I want to borrow 3.8 million credits to commence production of a machine intended to test the freshness and ripeness of fruit"

 

[Cassius Droma]

She was holding back on the subject of her master – Cassius didn’t have to be a Jedi to see that. The young Echani went with the second option he gave her, in that someone ‘well-versed in the Force’ was training her. So… not a Jedi Master, then. For some reason, a pang of fear hit Cassius. He tried to usher it away. There were plenty of Force-users who were neither Jedi nor Sith. She’d tell him eventually… but the fact that she was currently withholding this information bothered him.

His eyebrow raised as the woman leaned in, her voice dropping low. What kind of task had the young warrior been assigned… he rolled his eyes. Have fun. Of course. Those in the military were always so uptight. Some might have said the same about Cassius, and it wasn’t due to his being a pilot. It was just who he was.

“As long as you don’t get chased by a dark sider who can project images in our heads,” Cassius jested in response to her question.

“Well, we might as well get started,” Cassius said, downing the rest of his meiloorun nectar and slapping the cup down on the table. “Come on. I need to buy some ingredients.” Standing, he beckoned the young woman to follow him. He exited the cantina tent and entered the flowing river of farmer’s market attendants. Already in his head he was thinking of what he needed. Herbs, spices, vegetables… and some type of poultry.

He grabbed a nearby basket and made sure his credit chips were secured on his belt as he shot Srina a look. “I hope you like soup.”

[member="Srina Talon"]

 

[Stephanie Swail]

Stephanie was about to speak, but she looked on with mild confusion at Moonrunner. No, ignore it. Leafy was ahead, rolling across the soil and minding his own business, dragging an empty bag of seed back to the farm shack as more people were out helping – looking far more like they knew just what to do then the Jedi volunteers.

”Oh, oh I agree. It’s not just about taking the war against the Dark Side by any means. We aren’t savages. We are more than that. We are here to help. To teach, to learn, to explore, to understand with scribes, scripture and sociable gatherings, not just, as you said, lightsabers!”

She let out a little laugh.

”Besides I’m not exactly adept at swinging a blade around.”

Turning to see Reggie following on, she smiled, but the niggle was still there. She had to say it.

”Sorry…dead man, Moonrunner? What do you mean by that?”

[member="Reggie Faayare"] | [member="Aidan Moonrunner"]

 

[Aidan Moonrunner]

It was a nice mission statement. There was more to serving the Light than killing and fighting. The Light did more than spurn the Darkness, it nurtured, brought enlightenment, gave birth to life. It's servants should do the same. In that, it seemed he and the Silver Jedi agreed. All he had ever known was fighting and killing, but it seemed his second chance would be different. Good. That was exactly what he wanted, what he needed.
"The lightsaber is all I have known for decades. It will be nice to be useful to the galaxy in other ways."

And then it came. The question. He almost waved it off as a figure of speech, a miscommunication between them. If it had been the same situation, but before, he would have done so without a second thought. Swail was a stranger, unknown to him, and he unknown to her. Why should he tell her something so personal, so life-changing, so strange?

Then his mind thought back to a lesson learned many decades ago, as a young boy on a starship for the first time, leaving Telos for the first and last time, the man who had taken him on as padawan kneeling before him.
"Trust is a two-way hyperspace lane, moon boy. If I am to trust you, you are to trust me."
The first lesson his oldest friend had ever taught him. How strange to remember that now, so many years later. Even in death, Aidan was still learning from the man, it seemed.

"My master once told me that trust is a two-way hyperspace lane. I hold no secrets, Swail, so I shall tell you. When my master yet lived, he and I traveled to a world known as Vullain for adventure and glory. Instead, we were laid upon by brigands. My skill with a lightsaber seemed as if it would see me through the day, but a stray blaster bolt took my eye-" He lifted the leather patch for a moment, exposing the mess of burnt scarflesh. "-and a knife slipped into my heart and took my life." He lifted his shirt to show the terrible scar over his heart. "I died in the snow, that day, but my master could not let me go. We were not believers, not truly, but he called upon the Force, upon the Light, and it answered. The Force breathed life back into my lungs, at the cost of his. I consider it a second chance to right my wrongs. The Force has a purpose for us all, and it seems it is not yet done with Aidan Moonrunner."

[member="Stephanie Swail"] I [member="Reggie Faayare"]

 

[Reggie Faayare]

Stephanie had asked what he was wondering. Keeping quite so that he could listen to the man's words, Reggie's focus broke and his attention was now set on Aidan. What the man had to say shocked him. The force had brought this man back to life, which was something that most people would believe is amazing. In his research, Reggie has read about force users who have been brought back to life or had attained immortality, and one thing was clear about the people who have experienced such miracles: sadness and pain usually came with such experiences.

"If I may ask, how long ago was this?"

The smile and excitement on Reggie's face had faded, turning into a face of worry. How much has this man went through? How much pain had he endured? Many questions flashed through his mind, but he pushed them to the back of his mind, realizing that he was already asking a personal question that the older man may not want to discuss.

[member="Aidan Moonrunner"] [member="Stephanie Swail"]

 

[Stephanie Swail]

Folding her arms across her chest, Stephanie blew a stray strand of hair from her face and listened intently to Moonrunner. He was a philosophical man – a man who could teach many with his outlooks and experiences.

When he revealed his eye, Stephanie took all her will to not react. But she did. Her eye twitched and her hand came up to cover her mouth, but she stopped and awkwardly rubbed her chin. What a horrific – no, not another? Now the man showed his torso and the raw flesh over his heart.

She winced and now covered her mouth, looking at the man with watery eyes. Her uncontrollable empathic nature bled out, and she felt upset yet strong at the same time; invincible in the face of adversity almost. The girl shook her head, trying to understand just how the Force had willed the man not to give up and not to let go.

”My God…” she whispered absently.

There was little she didn’t know about war from her training with the Republic corps, but this was something ethereal. Something they didn’t teach you. Leafy whirred quietly in the silence around the three, aware this was a sombre moment.

Reggie spoke for them.

”Yes, please,” she echoed, ”please share this. You’re an inspiration. You’ve….you’ve stayed true to the Light and you’ve not let this horrible incident turn your soul black.”

[member="Aidan Moonrunner"] | [member="Reggie Faayare"]

 

[Aidan Moonrunner]

Their reactions were what he had expected. There was a reason he covered his eye with the leather, after all. He didn't enjoy looking at it, either. In his youth, his eyes had been bright and filled with the lust for adventure, glory, and the thrill of the fight. Now, they had dulled, and were of determination. It pained him to see the wound, brought back memories he'd rather forget. Memories of stumbling blindly in the snow, not realizing what had happened, to him or his master. He shut the memory away before he was dragged back into the snows of that hell-hole.

The question from Reggie made him think, scratching his head.
"Two years, perhaps three, now. It's hard to recall. Time felt very strange when I came back, as did everything. I spent a long time on Vullain, recovering, before I managed to leave. Everything felt off, strange. I don't know for sure how long I lay dead."
When Stephanie called him an inspiration, he chuckled.
"I don't know that I would go as far as 'inspiration'. I am simply a man doing his duty to right his wrongs. We all serve the Light. I came to my service far later than most. If anything, you two are inspirations to an old man like me, a reminder that others still come to the Jedi cause, even in the midst of war and darkness and death, and my duty to stand with others, for no one man can hold back the tides of the ocean that is the Dark, no matter how powerful he may think himself to be."

[member="Stephanie Swail"] I [member="Reggie Faayare"]

 

[Reggie Faayare]

In his eyes, Stephanie was right. This man was an inspiration. People like Aidan are doing much more than Reggie ever could, or at least that's what he believes. Death didn't stop this man, he did not succumb to the darkness that surrounded him. Reggie doesn't know if he would do the same, no matter how much he wants to believe that he would.

"You may not have came to your service in the beginning, but you're here now. That's what matters. Without people like you, people who have the determination and will to do whats right when despair drags them down, some of us wouldn't be here."

Reggie's radiant smile returned, hope and determination surrounding him.

"You're right about standing together. Together, we can keep the darkness at bay and make sure that the galaxy doesn't succumb to despair!"

[member="Aidan Moonrunner"] ,[member="Stephanie Swail"]

 

[Jake Daniels]

Objective: Three
Post Count: 3

So it was, that with the last of the rows tilled and plowed in such a manner as to feed the earth the necessary nutrients for the next harvest to grow through strong, that Cody and Jake found themselves in a different part of the fields. Cody was more than happy. Though he wasn't nearly as dirty, nor smelly, as Jake, the man hated the sun. More specifically he hated the sun when he wasn't doing something he liked. But now? Away from the tilling of actual land, the placing of seed, or more bags of foul odored plant food; the human duo began to use the blades of their hoes for a new task.

The native farmer began pulling out barrels of self-made mulch. As he turned and dumped barrel after barrel upon the exposed roots of the various trees. The boys in turn used the blades to spread the mulch out evenly. The nut baring trees needed the additional oomph of nutrients the mulch will provide. With the seasons soon to change and the nuts about ready for harvest, the focus was on ensuring good crop that made it to market.

"Jake." Cody said.

"Yes?" Jake asked as he covered a particularly large root.

"I know you've been thinking of the future a lot lately." Cody replied.

Jake stopped and looked up to Cody, "You're point?"

"Well, where do you see us?"

"Who? You, Rania, and Umako?"

"Yeah."

Jake went back to working around the mulch, "Valae, you, Umako, Rania and I will all grow old together, yelling at kids who walk on our yards while waving our canes at them."

"Well," Cody began. "That's all fine and dandy but I was actually talk about us as in career. You see with you going Jedi and not really in the smuggling game with us anymore. You think you can help us go legit?"

"You want me to hook you up with a consistent legitimate payday?" Jake asked.

"Sure! Think about it. We smuggle things for the Silvers without actually being Silvers." Cody explained.

"Unbelievable. Get back to work." Jake laughed as the pair continued to follow the native farmer about. As Jake's icy blue eyes continued to sift about the mulch, he noticed Cody still standing and pondering something. "If you ask me about any intimates she wears or might not wear I promise you will go back to Rania with the end of this hoe up your bum and before you ask how I knew what you were thinking please remember that you have the maturity of a teenage boy who just saw his first adult magazine."

"Dang it." Cody muttered.

 

[Muad Dib]

He glanced down to her offered hand. Friendship was not a trivial thing in his mind, yet allies were needed in times such as these. And the Confederacy could do far worse, as could the Silver Jedi. The woman's answer to his question made him nod nearly imperceptibly. She was an interesting woman to be sure. Then the mild mannered revelation that she was the grandmaster of the Silver Jedi made him grin. There was definitely more to her then met the eye. And it wasn't just two governments that were allying, but this woman offered a friendship to him.

Reaching out he took her hand in his. Odd it was that two individuals from opposite ends of the spectrum and potentially completely different backgrounds would find themselves sharing a friendly moment. But life and the Force had a way of making the unlikely a reality.

"You were holding out on me Ms Kitra. The Grandmaster herself in the flesh. I guess things do happen in mysterious ways. You have both, the friendship of Muad the man and the ally of the Mad Shaman of the Confederacy. If there's anything you need, or the Confederacy, remember that you have a ... different sort of friend who may be more useful in unique situations. And if the Silvers need anything, I'm never far."

Releasing her hand he turned to the Droid that had just arrived with more supplies. It was going to be a long day of work, but the man knew he could easily handle it. Moving to the sled he turned to look upon the grandmaster once more.

"Go on, let your hair down. I can't burn anything with the grandmaster watching over me..."

Laughing he grabbed several posts and moved to some of the holes he had dug earlier. A whistle echoed from perused lips as he began to drive the posts on. While he didn't make Valae a promise not to burn anything, he had no intention of creating a problem with new allies and friends. After all, they were helping to build a better world here. And there were several worlds in the cosmos more deserving of fire. Continuing his work he forgot about the fire and merely mused about these new Silvers and the future of both the CIS and the SJO.

[member="Valae Kitra"]

 

[Jsc]

Obj 2: p1: Farms​

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Jessica approached the farm shack nearer [member="Reggie Faayare"] , [member="Stephanie Swail"] , and they mysterious [member="Aidan Moonrunner"] .


Fascinatingly enough, she did manage to overhear a bit of Moonrunner's story too. Ha! And here she thought that dead men tell no tales. Well the Gods must then have a jolly sense of humor indeed. Either that or, good Master Aidan had far too much love for his own embellishment. Hehe.

Matthews approached the group,

"Why hello hello. I appear to have arrived just in time for a grand fireside story."

She nodded to the younger two. Then turned to Aidan,

"And a welcome story indeed. But allow me to introduce myself. I am Master Matthews of Kashyyyk. Welcome to the farms Master Traveler. I am glad to hear the Force has lead you to us. The Silver Jedi rejoice in good company. No matter where they are from. Hehe."

Then she turned to Reggie,

"Sorry to interrupt your conversation Reggie. I'm looking for Ranger Captain Ramada of the 5th Company. Have you seen any lady Rangers passing through this farmstead this morning? She'd probably be driving a grey jeep alongside another messenger?"