Jedi Investigator
The forest of Kashyyyk were truly a sight to behold, the leaves of their canopies almost shimmering with shades of green both seen and unseen. Even if he didn't like coming here much, he would always enjoy the view. A steadily blinking light, followed by a string of beeps and whirs brought Lex's attention from the outside of his ship, back to the cockpit. His security codes had been accepted, and he was being directed towards the Hangers.
The depressurization of the cockpit was followed by influx of fresh, unfiltered air. He took a moment to take a deep breathe, and, as was rare for him savored the moment. After breathing in the often times polluted, artificial, or just plain smelly air of industrious worlds, this was a welcome experience.
Hoping out of his star-fighter, Lex stretched his arms wide, allowing a yawn to escape his mouth. "Senior, make sure you log the problems with the nav-screens before you go tweaking it. They nearly blinded me when they turned out." Several beeps from the ship were given in reply. "Why the hell would I need 'day-mode' in the vacuum of space?" A small droid popped out from the front of the ship, and wobbled over it's surface.
"Junior, keep an eye on him. Make sure he does it." A separate set of beeps were heard, as an astromech ejected themselves from the back of the ship. They beeped in affirmative, and moved towards the other droid, and what could only be explained as an argument broke out between the two. "Play nice, you two."
Junior and Senior were his sole companions when out. They made sure his equipment and ship functioned, and kept him from becoming too isolated, and rambling to himself. They also made good partners, on occasion. Senior, a SC Precision Droid, had seemingly an endless array of tools and kits for any situation. Whether it be welding, sheering, or busting, the little droid had it stored somewhere. Junior, a old R-Series Astromech, was capable of slicing, data storage, and even analysis. Really, he didn't know where he'd be without them.
"My eyes must be deceiving me, because it seems I'm staring at my errant former Padawan." A familiar voice called Lex's attention, and he turned to find his old Master approaching him. With a grin, he would meet the Cerelean, the two embracing in a firm hug.
"Master, it's been a while." Lex said, breaking away.
"Too long a while, Lex. You visit too rarely, my former apprentice." He replied.
"Well, I'm a busy man, Master. Someone has to wrangle in riff-raff out there."
"So you say. You look weary. Go, get yourself settled. We can catch up later."
"As you say, Master." Lex offered a curt nod, before the Cerelean departed. He would soon follow suit, making his way through the temple.
The depressurization of the cockpit was followed by influx of fresh, unfiltered air. He took a moment to take a deep breathe, and, as was rare for him savored the moment. After breathing in the often times polluted, artificial, or just plain smelly air of industrious worlds, this was a welcome experience.
Hoping out of his star-fighter, Lex stretched his arms wide, allowing a yawn to escape his mouth. "Senior, make sure you log the problems with the nav-screens before you go tweaking it. They nearly blinded me when they turned out." Several beeps from the ship were given in reply. "Why the hell would I need 'day-mode' in the vacuum of space?" A small droid popped out from the front of the ship, and wobbled over it's surface.
"Junior, keep an eye on him. Make sure he does it." A separate set of beeps were heard, as an astromech ejected themselves from the back of the ship. They beeped in affirmative, and moved towards the other droid, and what could only be explained as an argument broke out between the two. "Play nice, you two."
Junior and Senior were his sole companions when out. They made sure his equipment and ship functioned, and kept him from becoming too isolated, and rambling to himself. They also made good partners, on occasion. Senior, a SC Precision Droid, had seemingly an endless array of tools and kits for any situation. Whether it be welding, sheering, or busting, the little droid had it stored somewhere. Junior, a old R-Series Astromech, was capable of slicing, data storage, and even analysis. Really, he didn't know where he'd be without them.
"My eyes must be deceiving me, because it seems I'm staring at my errant former Padawan." A familiar voice called Lex's attention, and he turned to find his old Master approaching him. With a grin, he would meet the Cerelean, the two embracing in a firm hug.
"Master, it's been a while." Lex said, breaking away.
"Too long a while, Lex. You visit too rarely, my former apprentice." He replied.
"Well, I'm a busy man, Master. Someone has to wrangle in riff-raff out there."
"So you say. You look weary. Go, get yourself settled. We can catch up later."
"As you say, Master." Lex offered a curt nod, before the Cerelean departed. He would soon follow suit, making his way through the temple.