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Finding A New Purpose
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Moonage Daydream
A bit of fact finding wasn’t that beyond the reach of Coren Starchaser. The man was one of the sub-commanders of the Supreme Commander Nemo Ven. Ven was the leader of the military arm of the newly founding Galactic Alliance and had pulled many different people into the fold. Coren was finally getting what he wanted out of the galaxy, people to start sticking it to the Sith, and the dark side. The Final Order was their first match, but they were going to need more and more people.
The Corellian knew of a group of people, ones who had gone missing in the greater bit of the galaxy, but the instinctive astrogator was also really good at procurement; items, people, causes, you name it, and he could find it pretty well. So more Jedi, more Masters of the Force, of the Light Side, those were important to be found and Coren was going to do his best. He needed to bring them into the fold, and while he didn’t exactly care for the Jedi, they were good at motivating people and leading teams into battle.
A scattergun did the same, and took just as much training as a lightsaber.
Meeting away from the Alliance space was a smart move, Coren was an Underground member at heart and that meant not dealing with getting too many people too close. It was better to work from afar and then bring them in, if they were ready. His ship the Tachyon Rising had made it to Kessel (less than 12 parsecs wasn’t that hard with the Force) and he made his way to the Black Gutter. Pistol on his hip, scattergun strapped to his back, he reached out with the Force, not very good at sensing the base-line, he could feel a Master pretty simply, if they were broadcasting.
Better here, he noticed when he walked in, than elsewhere to meet.
[member="Aaralyn Gyndar"]
The Corellian knew of a group of people, ones who had gone missing in the greater bit of the galaxy, but the instinctive astrogator was also really good at procurement; items, people, causes, you name it, and he could find it pretty well. So more Jedi, more Masters of the Force, of the Light Side, those were important to be found and Coren was going to do his best. He needed to bring them into the fold, and while he didn’t exactly care for the Jedi, they were good at motivating people and leading teams into battle.
A scattergun did the same, and took just as much training as a lightsaber.
Meeting away from the Alliance space was a smart move, Coren was an Underground member at heart and that meant not dealing with getting too many people too close. It was better to work from afar and then bring them in, if they were ready. His ship the Tachyon Rising had made it to Kessel (less than 12 parsecs wasn’t that hard with the Force) and he made his way to the Black Gutter. Pistol on his hip, scattergun strapped to his back, he reached out with the Force, not very good at sensing the base-line, he could feel a Master pretty simply, if they were broadcasting.
Better here, he noticed when he walked in, than elsewhere to meet.
[member="Aaralyn Gyndar"]
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The scene in the Black Gutter was as anyone could expect – colorful, chaotic and well it was Kessel to say the least. Aaralyn was used to places like this – she had ditched the traditional Jedi robes years ago and opted for more modern clothing. She had to admit, her lightsabers gave clear indication of what type of person she was but beyond that – she blended in. Her facial features were concealed beneath a sandy colored shawl, a pair of multi-colored goggles resting upon the crown of her head, beneath the shawl itself. Black gloved hands would wrap around glass filled with a lime-green tinted liquid that sloshed around as she brought it across the table and closer to her being.
She paid attention to everything and nothing at the same time – disregarding the bantering of drunkards, the bickering of those who lost at Sabacc and even the occasional bump by a stumbling patron headed towards the bar. Her gaze would shift slightly as one patron actually touched her, potentially trying to sift through her pockets swiftly to catch a credit chit or two – her eyes catching a brief glimpse of a skittering child as she sighed heavily, her left hand gently reaching down to touch the upper right breast pocket of her vest. She patted the credit chits within and shook her head softly – the damned kid probably ran off with her comlink or something else of value to sell it. Violet orbs shifted back to the liquid before her, right hand gripping the murky glass gently as she lifted it into the air – eye level. She stared at the liquid for a brief moment before bringing it to her lips, taking a sip of the minty refreshment.
‘Where is he…?’ She thought to herself, and before she could finish the thought – she felt something lingering through the Force. An essence that was searching, weakly reaching out, but not far. He was here and he had located her. ‘Well, that wasn’t that difficult now was it?’ She mused as she took another sip.
[member="Coren Starchaser"]
She paid attention to everything and nothing at the same time – disregarding the bantering of drunkards, the bickering of those who lost at Sabacc and even the occasional bump by a stumbling patron headed towards the bar. Her gaze would shift slightly as one patron actually touched her, potentially trying to sift through her pockets swiftly to catch a credit chit or two – her eyes catching a brief glimpse of a skittering child as she sighed heavily, her left hand gently reaching down to touch the upper right breast pocket of her vest. She patted the credit chits within and shook her head softly – the damned kid probably ran off with her comlink or something else of value to sell it. Violet orbs shifted back to the liquid before her, right hand gripping the murky glass gently as she lifted it into the air – eye level. She stared at the liquid for a brief moment before bringing it to her lips, taking a sip of the minty refreshment.
‘Where is he…?’ She thought to herself, and before she could finish the thought – she felt something lingering through the Force. An essence that was searching, weakly reaching out, but not far. He was here and he had located her. ‘Well, that wasn’t that difficult now was it?’ She mused as she took another sip.
[member="Coren Starchaser"]
Moonage Daydream
Kessel was one of those worlds that spacers loved. It was dark, it was dingy, and the police were outnumbered by outlaws by a decent margin. Coren was fine here, but then again he was fine anywhere he went. He worked on fitting in anywhere he went, so this was juts typical business for him. He behaved like a spacer, behaved like a Warden of the Sky, more than he ever would behave like a Jedi. When he could feel the Jedi, though, he did nod.
She was a strong one, from all accounts, and he was hoping that her unique history may be able to assist, either the New Jedi Order, or the military, or, and even better, as a go-between for both groups. Nothing in his pants pockets, only on the breast pocket of the jacket he war, zipped up initially, he was ready for anything, between the Force and his pistol, nothing he couldn’t handle here. Aside from, maybe the Jedi.
Locking his ice blue eyes with the purple of the Gyndar woman, he nodded and looked over to an empty table. That would be as good a place as any to sit down.
[member="Aaralyn Gyndar"]
She was a strong one, from all accounts, and he was hoping that her unique history may be able to assist, either the New Jedi Order, or the military, or, and even better, as a go-between for both groups. Nothing in his pants pockets, only on the breast pocket of the jacket he war, zipped up initially, he was ready for anything, between the Force and his pistol, nothing he couldn’t handle here. Aside from, maybe the Jedi.
Locking his ice blue eyes with the purple of the Gyndar woman, he nodded and looked over to an empty table. That would be as good a place as any to sit down.
[member="Aaralyn Gyndar"]
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Aaralyn set her drink down, taking a moment to stare at the liquid as it splashed gently against the sides of her glass – she’d gently release the glass as [member="Coren Starchaser"] sat down. She didn’t bother to look up at first to make sure it was him, she knew it – it was a natural sense. She simply stared into the murky green liquid for a moment before her right arm came down to the table in order to support her upper body. Aaralyn leaned over her glass carefully, taking a casual glance to the left before her violet gaze shifted up and directly into the icy azure orbs of Coren.
Her free hand would rise up to her chin, resting her head within her palm as fingers gently pressed against her cheek. A slender eyebrow would raise as she spoke softly – her body weight shifting to the left now as basically rested on the left. Her right hand would reach for the glass, cupping it gingerly within her hand. Her index finger and middle finger would start alternating back and forth around the glass, rotating it slowly across the chipped metal surface. The sound produced from the rotation was rather obnoxious but none the less it would provide for a rather interesting cover for their discussions.
She’d speak softly. “What do I owe the pleasure Starchaser?”
Her free hand would rise up to her chin, resting her head within her palm as fingers gently pressed against her cheek. A slender eyebrow would raise as she spoke softly – her body weight shifting to the left now as basically rested on the left. Her right hand would reach for the glass, cupping it gingerly within her hand. Her index finger and middle finger would start alternating back and forth around the glass, rotating it slowly across the chipped metal surface. The sound produced from the rotation was rather obnoxious but none the less it would provide for a rather interesting cover for their discussions.
She’d speak softly. “What do I owe the pleasure Starchaser?”
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Starchaser looked at the barkeep and nodded to Gyndar’s glass and held up two fingers. He’d get her next round, should she take it, or hell, he’d have two. Either really worked for him. The man was on a shakedown cruise, a recruitment run, trying to find some names that had crossed a few desks within the Triumverate of the Galactic Alliance and fell on procurement to take care of. One was a wandering Jedi Master who had a penchant for taking the dark side on with her lightsaber. And that was someone Coren needed in his camp.
Y’know, if they agreed.
What did she owe the pleasure? Running a hand through his hair as the drink arrived, he cupped it in his left hand, his off hand, and looked at her. Not in one of those ‘this writer also writes Marek Starchaser, who is a whore’ looks, but ‘this is an asset’ look. “I’m representing a few people who have seen your name cross the desk. You can say I’m in the business of asset procurement.”
Too bad he didn’t fly the SSV Normandy.
Yet.
[member="Aaralyn Gyndar"]
Y’know, if they agreed.
What did she owe the pleasure? Running a hand through his hair as the drink arrived, he cupped it in his left hand, his off hand, and looked at her. Not in one of those ‘this writer also writes Marek Starchaser, who is a whore’ looks, but ‘this is an asset’ look. “I’m representing a few people who have seen your name cross the desk. You can say I’m in the business of asset procurement.”
Too bad he didn’t fly the SSV Normandy.
Yet.
[member="Aaralyn Gyndar"]
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Aaralyn would laugh softly – not it was more like a chortle, her index and middle finger halting the rotation the glass suddenly. She’d quickly bring it up and lean back, downing the rest of it with a quick toss in the back of her throat, she’d swallow the harsh liquid – squinting as it went down a bit rough before slamming the glass down against the metal table. She’d gently brush it aside and sigh roughly, resuming her position of hand propping up her head – only this time she had no cup to rotate idly, instead she’d trace different shapes with an ebony gloved index finger across the table. Her violet hued eyes stared down at the finger as it went one way and suddenly shifted another, her gaze shifting up briefly to look at him and then back down at the table.
“Asset procurement? That sounds rather interesting, considering you're looking at me.” Another soft laugh, this time subdued by her chin pressing against her palm. “I’m the same as anyone else out there…” She’d continue to trace idly. It was a legitimate question, her journey had brought much wisdom to her being – especially in the realm of she was no different than any other Jedi. Maybe it was a matter of strength and experience, but weren’t there some out there just as qualified and maybe even some above? Probably but they probably didn’t share the same values.
Well, it was highly unlikely they did – or have the same unorthodox approach to matters.
“Furthermore…” She looked up at him, eyes fixating on his own. “What do you have that will convince me to join your crusade?"
[member="Coren Starchaser"]
“Asset procurement? That sounds rather interesting, considering you're looking at me.” Another soft laugh, this time subdued by her chin pressing against her palm. “I’m the same as anyone else out there…” She’d continue to trace idly. It was a legitimate question, her journey had brought much wisdom to her being – especially in the realm of she was no different than any other Jedi. Maybe it was a matter of strength and experience, but weren’t there some out there just as qualified and maybe even some above? Probably but they probably didn’t share the same values.
Well, it was highly unlikely they did – or have the same unorthodox approach to matters.
“Furthermore…” She looked up at him, eyes fixating on his own. “What do you have that will convince me to join your crusade?"
[member="Coren Starchaser"]
Moonage Daydream
Not very many tricks up his sleeve, for the whole being convincing bit, at least not with the Force. The initial iteration of this character was a whirlwind of Mary Sue-ness, and the more the writer deals with the alt, the more it is torn down, simplified, parts rewritten, arcs discovered and skills tweaked. Well, with the Force, the rest of his skills remained, and that included his capability with poisons, well, liquors, honestly. But if he was going to be keeping up with [member="Aaralyn Gyndar"], which this was typed without looking at the post, he was going to need to mentally prepare himself. But her violet eyes, those were almost unsettling.
The same as everyone else? “Now, Miss Gyndar, I may not be the strongest Force user, but I’m able to trust my senses and intuition. Like anybody else and you’d not be a lightning rod…” He looked around, she should understand he meant the Force. “And that’s why I’m here.”
Clearly she knew that already, with the mention of the crusade. “Crusade might be a harsh word.” No, it wasn’t. “What we’re doing is clearing the stain of the dark side from this galaxy. It’s been a long time coming, and we need the allies, we need the interested to work together in this.” And that was where she came in.
The same as everyone else? “Now, Miss Gyndar, I may not be the strongest Force user, but I’m able to trust my senses and intuition. Like anybody else and you’d not be a lightning rod…” He looked around, she should understand he meant the Force. “And that’s why I’m here.”
Clearly she knew that already, with the mention of the crusade. “Crusade might be a harsh word.” No, it wasn’t. “What we’re doing is clearing the stain of the dark side from this galaxy. It’s been a long time coming, and we need the allies, we need the interested to work together in this.” And that was where she came in.
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Aaralyn pursed her lips as she snatched the drink from the side of the table and lifted her head from her palm - she took a moment to stare at the liquid within before looking back to Starchaser. "Do you realize how many have tried the same thing, time and time again...and failed?" She chuckled and brought the glass to her lips, tilting it up and gulping down the sweet alcohol from probably the lowest shelves of this place. With a bit of a grimace, she'd set down the second glass and wipe her mouth off on her sleeve before sighing. "You have my curiosity, needless to say - I mean I can't turn away from what needs to be done but I've seen alot of things and alot of good people die."
And alot of friends go missing or exile themselves because they failed to achieve the impossible. Aaralyn had been there before, within the depths of the darkness - she knew what it was like on both sides of the coin. She had walked the lonely path of the damned and found her way back, but it was because of her father and the strength he showed her she had within. Where was she headed now? She walked a lonely road of being a weapon of the Jedi Order - without any end, only to realize that all Jedi could be the Sword or Shield. Sometimes she believed herself to be wallowing in self-pity, to be no purpose but that was far from reality. His proposal was interesting but there had to be a catch...there always was.
With a shake of her head and 'Tsh' noise from her, she finally relented and gave him a curious stare. "Alright, so what is the catch?"
[member="Coren Starchaser"]
And alot of friends go missing or exile themselves because they failed to achieve the impossible. Aaralyn had been there before, within the depths of the darkness - she knew what it was like on both sides of the coin. She had walked the lonely path of the damned and found her way back, but it was because of her father and the strength he showed her she had within. Where was she headed now? She walked a lonely road of being a weapon of the Jedi Order - without any end, only to realize that all Jedi could be the Sword or Shield. Sometimes she believed herself to be wallowing in self-pity, to be no purpose but that was far from reality. His proposal was interesting but there had to be a catch...there always was.
With a shake of her head and 'Tsh' noise from her, she finally relented and gave him a curious stare. "Alright, so what is the catch?"
[member="Coren Starchaser"]
Moonage Daydream
Right, Gyndar was a drinker, fine. He wasn’t here to try to score anything beyond another helping hand in the war against the dark side, even if that meant finding someone to assist on the Jedi side of things. Coren wasn’t a Jedi, he didn’t particularly care for the religious light siders, but he liked the Sith even less. They were evil, and while they were honest about being brutal, at least traditionally, before this new-wave loving-one-another Sith circle jerk showed up, they were still evil. They still removed freedoms from so many beings. Looking to the bartender, he waved a larger credit chip and pointed at one of the bottles on the higher shelves.
“Exactly that reason.” He had responded after she spoke about seeing many people die. “You’re waiting for the ones that can do something about the dark side. And the Alliance, that is what we’re for. We’ve collected many different beings from around the galaxy to support our cause. Omega Pyre has thrown in with us, as well as small splinter Jedi and non-Force using groups.” He was meaning the Covenant and the Underground, well those that did come. “Everyone looking to free this galaxy.
“Catch? You have to work along side military, you have assignments and you carry them out. Grand Marshal Omai is looking for Jedi who are willing to get down and dirty. Our military is looking for much of the same. We spent money and time providing for defense, but defense isn’t enough. We need to take the fight ahead.” In short, the Alliance was a ride or die mentality.
[member="Aaralyn Gyndar"]
“Exactly that reason.” He had responded after she spoke about seeing many people die. “You’re waiting for the ones that can do something about the dark side. And the Alliance, that is what we’re for. We’ve collected many different beings from around the galaxy to support our cause. Omega Pyre has thrown in with us, as well as small splinter Jedi and non-Force using groups.” He was meaning the Covenant and the Underground, well those that did come. “Everyone looking to free this galaxy.
“Catch? You have to work along side military, you have assignments and you carry them out. Grand Marshal Omai is looking for Jedi who are willing to get down and dirty. Our military is looking for much of the same. We spent money and time providing for defense, but defense isn’t enough. We need to take the fight ahead.” In short, the Alliance was a ride or die mentality.
[member="Aaralyn Gyndar"]
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Aaralyn chuckled softly and took a brief look at the bottle and then looked to Starchaser. “I’m not a boozer, I just like a good drink now and then…” A soft chuckle escaped her lips as she sat up and brought her hands down to her lap, stretching her arms down her legs, groaning softly as she strained. “It’s something I learned from others who once did what I did, like [member="Jaxton Ravos"] for example, you know he showed me this great place where you can get a burger, and oh wow!” She exclaimed suddenly, bringing her hands up from her lap, gesturing excitedly towards [member="Coren Starchaser"]. “I have never tasted something so good in my life! Wash it all down with some good Corellian ale, and you’re golden…” She sighed happily and looked over at the exit and then back to Coren.
“Come on, let’s go take a walk.” She quickly stood without another word and took the bottle from the table and shortly after began pushing her way through the patrons of the Black Gutter towards the exit. The idea of the Galactic Alliance sounded grand, almost too grand to be truthful. It sounded like something she had hoped for in the waning days of her tenure at the Jedi Order - maybe this was a chance to start over and do it the right. Fix all the wrongs that the Republic could not, atone for the mistakes she made but in the way it needed to be done.
The way it had to be done.
She had a condition though, well maybe two small conditions. Hopefully, he’d hear them out and consider them – if not they would part ways and that would be the end of it. If he accepted her conditions, she would swear her allegiance to the Galactic Alliance and see this thing through to the end.
Once and for all.
“Come on, let’s go take a walk.” She quickly stood without another word and took the bottle from the table and shortly after began pushing her way through the patrons of the Black Gutter towards the exit. The idea of the Galactic Alliance sounded grand, almost too grand to be truthful. It sounded like something she had hoped for in the waning days of her tenure at the Jedi Order - maybe this was a chance to start over and do it the right. Fix all the wrongs that the Republic could not, atone for the mistakes she made but in the way it needed to be done.
The way it had to be done.
She had a condition though, well maybe two small conditions. Hopefully, he’d hear them out and consider them – if not they would part ways and that would be the end of it. If he accepted her conditions, she would swear her allegiance to the Galactic Alliance and see this thing through to the end.
Once and for all.
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“I ain’t suggestin’ ya are.” He was obviously dropping into a local drawl, at least temporarily. “Just a bit easier than having the bartender coming back and forth to help us out while we deliberate the terms of your allegiance.” A smirk followed, not one that was meant to melt hearts, but a Corellian one, the type that got people to your side, seeing life you way. The talk of the burgers, and ale, he nodded. Grabbing the bottle in his left hand, he gave a two finger salute to the bartender. This was Kessel, probably less laws than New Orleans.
Cajuns do it right.
As for the Alliance? They could walk and talk. “What we’re looking to do, is clear space, make it free again. Worlds may join us, they may not. What we’re looking to do, while we’re taking the fight to the Sith, is provide a safe haven, much like the Levantines had done, but one that is more than just a haven. One that is a space that will pick up arms to defend itself as we actively work to fix the galaxy.”
Not that there was anything with sitting around and chatting in a Senate while the Sith invaded your worlds, but… well, he’d rather show some action.
[member="Aaralyn Gyndar"]
Cajuns do it right.
As for the Alliance? They could walk and talk. “What we’re looking to do, is clear space, make it free again. Worlds may join us, they may not. What we’re looking to do, while we’re taking the fight to the Sith, is provide a safe haven, much like the Levantines had done, but one that is more than just a haven. One that is a space that will pick up arms to defend itself as we actively work to fix the galaxy.”
Not that there was anything with sitting around and chatting in a Senate while the Sith invaded your worlds, but… well, he’d rather show some action.
[member="Aaralyn Gyndar"]
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Aaralyn stopped in mid-stride and looked over her shoulder at Coren and sighed, her violet eyes closing for a brief moment. ‘A safe haven…no place is safe anymore. As we sit here and talk, the Light within the Force is being extinguished.’ She managed to give him a half-cocked smile as she opened her eyes, looking ahead of herself. The path was clear of pedestrians, the area seemed to be unusually empty – but then again times were changing. Just as the Galaxy was changing – and she had sat on the sidelines for too long.
Aaralyn nodded to nothing in particular, listening as they walked towards the Hanger area. “A place to operate from is nice – I won’t lie, that can be quite useful considering the ever changing circumstances in the Galaxy.” She chuckled softly and took a moment to unscrew the top of the bottle she held, there was no point in taking a look at what its contents were – desperate times called for good alcohol. “The balance of the Force has swayed into darkness and regardless of what we’d like to believe…” She held the bottle up, pausing for a second to finish talking. “Our numbers are dwindling, the dark side apparently is more appealing to these younger generations.” She shook her head and then took a quick swig of the harsh bourbon – ‘Good night, where the hell did this stuff come from?’ She nearly spit out the honey colored liquid but forced a painful swallow with a loud gasp following shortly after. Eyes narrowed as she took a glance over the bottle and made a disgusting face once she read the planet off. ‘Nar Shaddaa, no wonder why it tastes like sewage.’
With the continued disgust upon her face, she turned to [member="Coren Starchaser"] and gestured. “I only have two requests…”
Aaralyn nodded to nothing in particular, listening as they walked towards the Hanger area. “A place to operate from is nice – I won’t lie, that can be quite useful considering the ever changing circumstances in the Galaxy.” She chuckled softly and took a moment to unscrew the top of the bottle she held, there was no point in taking a look at what its contents were – desperate times called for good alcohol. “The balance of the Force has swayed into darkness and regardless of what we’d like to believe…” She held the bottle up, pausing for a second to finish talking. “Our numbers are dwindling, the dark side apparently is more appealing to these younger generations.” She shook her head and then took a quick swig of the harsh bourbon – ‘Good night, where the hell did this stuff come from?’ She nearly spit out the honey colored liquid but forced a painful swallow with a loud gasp following shortly after. Eyes narrowed as she took a glance over the bottle and made a disgusting face once she read the planet off. ‘Nar Shaddaa, no wonder why it tastes like sewage.’
With the continued disgust upon her face, she turned to [member="Coren Starchaser"] and gestured. “I only have two requests…”
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That was exactly what he was getting at. Coren nodded as he followed along with Aaralyn. The galaxy seriously needed a repair, or else it would come to the point where there was no one to fight the dark side back. “I agree totally. But without the right soldiers, we don’t stand a chance as it was.” He needed to get back to the fight, the fact he was in asset retrieval, well… He needed to get back to it. Even Kessel was bare of people. What was going on with this galaxy?
“We’re working to keep the Sith, the One Sith and every iteration of the garbage they are from our space. Sullust will stand as a glowing example of peace and freedom, action and victory against the Sith.” He looked to the Jedi. “You’re not saying anything I haven’t been thinking. Which is why I’m not on the battlefield, its why I’m recruiting.” Or dragging people.
He grabbed the bottle to take a swig and yeah, garbage. Tasted like the Sith acted.
And wrote.
“What would those be?”
[member="Aaralyn Gyndar"]
“We’re working to keep the Sith, the One Sith and every iteration of the garbage they are from our space. Sullust will stand as a glowing example of peace and freedom, action and victory against the Sith.” He looked to the Jedi. “You’re not saying anything I haven’t been thinking. Which is why I’m not on the battlefield, its why I’m recruiting.” Or dragging people.
He grabbed the bottle to take a swig and yeah, garbage. Tasted like the Sith acted.
And wrote.
“What would those be?”
[member="Aaralyn Gyndar"]
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Conditions, realistically, she wasn’t in a true position to name such things – was she? His reaction indicated she had some type of leverage over the situation, which might be a good thing. Intelligence reports had failed to locate Mira, but Coren would have different channels than her – backwater channels that would chatter more often. She stopped before Hangar Bay 17, her hand coming up to touch the door gently, speaking in a soft tone. “Mira…” She turned abruptly and gestured to [member="Coren Starchaser"]. “I want you to locate her and do what I couldn’t do.” She’d scowl at the admission of a failure, one to which she didn’t like to repeat. “Bring her home, a task which is rather difficult considering I’m probably the main reason she is staying wherever she is.” Her hand fell to her side, her head dropping to look at the ground between them. “I failed to protect my children because of my own pride and in turn they may harbor resentment towards me for it.”
She looked up at Coren and gestured towards him. “You have the ability to persuade, so persuade her – make her see what I couldn’t.” A sigh escaped her lips as her hand fell to her side once more, only this time she produced a datachit and reached out to him with it. “The second, is to deliver this to Falcon…” Of course, this would presume that Coren even knew who he was, which was something she did right off the cuff. “He’ll know what to do once he opens it.” What the datachit contained was simple and they were written in plain old Galactic Basic – divorce papers. Unfortunately – things had pulled them apart, too far apart. She knew how he’d react, or atleast she assumed how he’d react and it would be only a matter of time before he’d find her and presumably tell her to shove the datachit up her fourth point of contact.
That would be amusing to see – atleast she’d get to see him, something rare these days. Though she didn’t fault him, she faulted herself just as much.
She looked up at Coren and gestured towards him. “You have the ability to persuade, so persuade her – make her see what I couldn’t.” A sigh escaped her lips as her hand fell to her side once more, only this time she produced a datachit and reached out to him with it. “The second, is to deliver this to Falcon…” Of course, this would presume that Coren even knew who he was, which was something she did right off the cuff. “He’ll know what to do once he opens it.” What the datachit contained was simple and they were written in plain old Galactic Basic – divorce papers. Unfortunately – things had pulled them apart, too far apart. She knew how he’d react, or atleast she assumed how he’d react and it would be only a matter of time before he’d find her and presumably tell her to shove the datachit up her fourth point of contact.
That would be amusing to see – atleast she’d get to see him, something rare these days. Though she didn’t fault him, she faulted herself just as much.
Moonage Daydream
Coren looked at Aaralyn. She had a few conditions? Fine. What could they be? A new fighter as opposed to old? Private lodging? He’d push the requisition orders through and make it happen, simple. Same with any weird dietary deliveries. Or whatever. But the things that were going to pop up? Those weren’t things that he could just expect. Not at all, family issues? His own was coming out of the woodwork, apparently he was a patriarch now, but with the mind wipe? Some of these were coming out of the wood work. And that was fine, Star Wars was a story of families, and helping repair them? That was something he could do.
“Any leads at all?” He could get on the ExplorCorps and put out some ABPs on the kid, that shouldn’t be so hard. If he needed to, he could link up to Jared to check the former Sanctum Space, and the former Fringe Space. He had things to do on his own here, with the Alliance. “And where are we defining home?”
The second, the datachit, he took. “Falcon…? And Is it up to me to deliver, or is it to ensure that it gets there?” He was a few paygrades away from delivery, but…
[member="Aaralyn Gyndar"]
“Any leads at all?” He could get on the ExplorCorps and put out some ABPs on the kid, that shouldn’t be so hard. If he needed to, he could link up to Jared to check the former Sanctum Space, and the former Fringe Space. He had things to do on his own here, with the Alliance. “And where are we defining home?”
The second, the datachit, he took. “Falcon…? And Is it up to me to deliver, or is it to ensure that it gets there?” He was a few paygrades away from delivery, but…
[member="Aaralyn Gyndar"]
The End Narrator
Narrator
"Tash-Taral." She said bluntly, looking down to the ground and sighing. A place that felt so easy to reach but at the same time was so distant for her. "I haven't been able to confirm it, nor have I really have had the courage to find out, especially after our last meeting." She shook her head softly and gestured as she looked to the door before them, a hand lazily coming up to wave it open with the Force. "The universe hasn't been kind to our family and at times I believe we have some curse attached to our name." She'd chuckle softly and enter the Hangar Bay corridor casually. "Either way, that's the best information I got..." She gazed over her shoulder once more. "In regards to Falcon, I'm sure he's around the Mandalorians - running their errands or something. He's a good man and it isn't him - it's me."
Yeah - that's what this was about, herself. Really had nothing to do with the man himself, or even his culture, had everything to do with what she was about to do.
Something stupid and potentially deadly - but something had to be done.
[member="Coren Starchaser"]
Yeah - that's what this was about, herself. Really had nothing to do with the man himself, or even his culture, had everything to do with what she was about to do.
Something stupid and potentially deadly - but something had to be done.
[member="Coren Starchaser"]
Moonage Daydream
Coren nodded. Family issues were always something that needed to be handled, and they were the one important, something that needed to be handled. The man nodded. “We’ll send people out to check out the world. I know a few who’d been there.” A few contacts in the Silvers, plus his own daughter had explored the world. But the child came home to roost, and that was a great feeling.
He enjoyed that. Now if only he could keep the Roost safe. They weren’t the wandering ship they had once been. A task to help new pilots reach the stars and a need to keep the families safe was sending more and more of their fighter pilots out into the galaxy. He knew there were a few of the Warbirds even in the Tiburon group, out in the Alliance. “I’ll make sure it gets out to Falcon, we’ve got a few couriers that specialize in this sort of errand.” He nodded once more.
“You have your own ship?”
[member="Aaralyn Gyndar"]
He enjoyed that. Now if only he could keep the Roost safe. They weren’t the wandering ship they had once been. A task to help new pilots reach the stars and a need to keep the families safe was sending more and more of their fighter pilots out into the galaxy. He knew there were a few of the Warbirds even in the Tiburon group, out in the Alliance. “I’ll make sure it gets out to Falcon, we’ve got a few couriers that specialize in this sort of errand.” He nodded once more.
“You have your own ship?”
[member="Aaralyn Gyndar"]
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