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Roots of Ashla - In his first mission with New Jedi Order, Mykel and his master help establish a Mess Hall for the New Tython Settlement, and later assist other Jedi in eliminating a local Drengir infestation.
A Path Forward - The New Jedi Order are called to a conclave by the Grandmaster to decide the future home of the NJO following the Galactic Alliance reclaiming Tython. It's here where he meets Corazona von Ascania. They both pledge to assist in restoring Tython as the NJO begins its transition from Coruscant.
The sun hadn't yet clawed its way above the treeline, but the settlement was already stirring.
Mykel sat at a table just outside the front of the dormitory assigned to the Jedi volunteers, a stripped circuit board laid out on the table and a half-eaten apple slowly browning on the side. One of the control modules for the osmotic generators for the kitchen pantries glitching from the night before. It was nothing urgent, but it had pulled at his attention like a loose thread. So he'd brought the faulty piece back with him.
This was how he meditated, his hands moving, mind occupied. He'd tried sitting still before like his parents and Master Vexis had instructed. Letting thoughts pass like clouds. Bringing his full focus into the moment and stifling his neuroticisms. It never worked. His thoughts had claws. So it was better to keep his mind full than clear.
He held the circuit board lightly between his fingers, brushing its surface with a whisper of the Force. Letting it speak.
Not in words, more like impressions. A pulse here, a static shiver there. He could feel the stress lines across its wiring, the places where current had burned hot or connections faltered. A cold patch near the regulator. That's where the fault was. He clicked his tongue, almost fondly.
"Sloppy," he murmured, and began tightening the leads.
A tiny spark blinked at him, like a thank-you. He gave the board a short nod. "Better."
He leaned back then, letting his eyes drift from his hands to the settlement beyond.
Already the day crews were moving. Construction workers with heavy tool belts slung over one shoulder, loaders rumbling to life, someone setting up a vendor cart near the walkway with caf and sweetbread, the first signs of private commerce blooming. The streets, once little more than bumpy lanes of packed mud, had taken shape, real paved roads now, bordered by prefab storefronts and early homes. The bones of a community.
The settlement was growing.
Usually he would be there building right along with the others, but not today.
The Drengir were gone...mostly. The threat itself had been dealt with, but the forest was still captured by their dark essence, a miasma in the Force. The epicenter being the den of their first spawning. A final cleansing was needed, but one that wouldn't come about by the blaster or blade.
He wasn't going alone.
Corazona.
He first met her on Coruscant – a friendly voice amid the sea of strangers at the conclave. He hadn't known who she was then, but now he did. A Jedi Knight - a member Jedi Council no less! Also a leading political figure in the Galactic Alliance at large. He had figured she had been someone of importance by the way she had carried herself back then, but he truly had no idea.
And now, his partner for the mission.
To say he felt nervous was an understatement, hence all the tinkering at the moment. Her role was essentially teaching aspirants like him as the Caretaker of First Knowledge, and she had shown him nothing but kindness since their first encounter. Still, he felt unworthy to be noticed by such an impressive figure.
He checked his watch. Fifteen minutes to 0800. Soon.
Until then, back to tinkering.
Corazona von Ascania
Roots of Ashla - In his first mission with New Jedi Order, Mykel and his master help establish a Mess Hall for the New Tython Settlement, and later assist other Jedi in eliminating a local Drengir infestation.
A Path Forward - The New Jedi Order are called to a conclave by the Grandmaster to decide the future home of the NJO following the Galactic Alliance reclaiming Tython. It's here where he meets Corazona von Ascania. They both pledge to assist in restoring Tython as the NJO begins its transition from Coruscant.
The sun hadn't yet clawed its way above the treeline, but the settlement was already stirring.
Mykel sat at a table just outside the front of the dormitory assigned to the Jedi volunteers, a stripped circuit board laid out on the table and a half-eaten apple slowly browning on the side. One of the control modules for the osmotic generators for the kitchen pantries glitching from the night before. It was nothing urgent, but it had pulled at his attention like a loose thread. So he'd brought the faulty piece back with him.
This was how he meditated, his hands moving, mind occupied. He'd tried sitting still before like his parents and Master Vexis had instructed. Letting thoughts pass like clouds. Bringing his full focus into the moment and stifling his neuroticisms. It never worked. His thoughts had claws. So it was better to keep his mind full than clear.
He held the circuit board lightly between his fingers, brushing its surface with a whisper of the Force. Letting it speak.
Not in words, more like impressions. A pulse here, a static shiver there. He could feel the stress lines across its wiring, the places where current had burned hot or connections faltered. A cold patch near the regulator. That's where the fault was. He clicked his tongue, almost fondly.
"Sloppy," he murmured, and began tightening the leads.
A tiny spark blinked at him, like a thank-you. He gave the board a short nod. "Better."
He leaned back then, letting his eyes drift from his hands to the settlement beyond.
Already the day crews were moving. Construction workers with heavy tool belts slung over one shoulder, loaders rumbling to life, someone setting up a vendor cart near the walkway with caf and sweetbread, the first signs of private commerce blooming. The streets, once little more than bumpy lanes of packed mud, had taken shape, real paved roads now, bordered by prefab storefronts and early homes. The bones of a community.
The settlement was growing.
Usually he would be there building right along with the others, but not today.
The Drengir were gone...mostly. The threat itself had been dealt with, but the forest was still captured by their dark essence, a miasma in the Force. The epicenter being the den of their first spawning. A final cleansing was needed, but one that wouldn't come about by the blaster or blade.
He wasn't going alone.
Corazona.
He first met her on Coruscant – a friendly voice amid the sea of strangers at the conclave. He hadn't known who she was then, but now he did. A Jedi Knight - a member Jedi Council no less! Also a leading political figure in the Galactic Alliance at large. He had figured she had been someone of importance by the way she had carried herself back then, but he truly had no idea.
And now, his partner for the mission.
To say he felt nervous was an understatement, hence all the tinkering at the moment. Her role was essentially teaching aspirants like him as the Caretaker of First Knowledge, and she had shown him nothing but kindness since their first encounter. Still, he felt unworthy to be noticed by such an impressive figure.
He checked his watch. Fifteen minutes to 0800. Soon.
Until then, back to tinkering.
Corazona von Ascania
