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Private Land of the Never-Dead


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Efret's X-wing touched down lightly onto the hangar bay's floor. As the canopy opened towards the ceiling on its hydraulic arms, Nirrah hopped from the dashboard and fluttered onto the fighter's long nose. "I know, me too," she commented to the convor. Space travel was taxing on Efret's body too. By the end of just about any hyperspace or real space or even atmosphere flight, she was ready for a good stretch. One of the only good lessons she remembered being taught by her first master and still abided by was that one should spend at minimum twice their travel time at a destination.

It was best for the body to give it ample time to recover from flying, especially if one chose to confine themselves to the cockpit of an X-wing.

Efret undid her seatbelts and pushed herself upwards, swinging her legs onto the hull and sliding off the starfighter's frame. She landed on the ground with bent legs, springing up easily, and turned to walk to the droid socket behind the canopy's hinge. Her astromech Tewy whirled his head around to look at her. Efret stood up on her tiptoes to press a button in the shape of an downturned isosceles triangle which lit up red. An internal elevator began to lower him to the ground. "Enjoy the new surroundings, but please stay in the Temple."

She turned to Nirrah. "Find Noah." Her request was more for Nirrah's good than it was for her own. After all, Nirrah needed more than a little hop and flutter to stretch properly. "You remember what he looks like, don't you?" An image of his face came to mind but not of her own volition. She smiled, her eyes squinting a bit. "That's right."

And with that, Nirrah took off to find Noah wherever he was in the hallways or open spaces of Vatsu Temple.

 
Within a side room off the atrium of Vatsu Temple, Noah was occupied in the workshop, clinking and ratcheting away. The young Jedi Knight kneeled over his BD explorer droid, CD-129, replacing filters, lubricating the joints, and cleaning off the optical components of the various scanners and sensors. Even though exploration droids were designed to withstand the elements, this was the desert planet Ruusan, and like the harsh landscape of Tatooine, sand is rough and coarse and irritating and it gets everywhere, meaning every now and then a little droid maintenance is required.

Sensing a presence, Noah wiped sweat from his brow and turned his gaze. Nirrah had quietly swooped in and perched herself on the dusty, cobbled floor.

"Hey, Nirrah!" Noah said cheerfully. He sent her a little nudge in the Force like he had done previously, kind of like a scratch on the head, should she accept. The little convor didn't seem alarmed or anything, so Noah figured Efret must have sent Nirrah ahead just to find him.

"Alright, See-Dee. Looks like you're good to go," Noah said, standing up and lightly tapping the droid.

The droid beeped joyfully.

"Can you go double-check the room we prepared for Master Farr?"

Beep-boop.

"Fine, this would be triple-check, then."

Beep-boop.

"Okay... quadruple..."

Beep-boop.

Noah sighed, but his tone was light. "Can you just go check, please?" Noah wanted to make sure everything was perfect, no matter how many checks it took. "Also..." he leaned in, cupping his hand to block his mouth from Nirrah's view, and lowered his voice to a whisper. "Make sure the little treats we ordered for Nirrah are there, too."

With that, CD-129 beep-booped and sped off.

"Alright, Nirrah. You just got here, yeah? Is Efret still in the hangar bay? Let's go, shall we?"

 

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Nirrah squeaked, happy to receive more affection, and nuzzled into what was effectively Noah's temporary, invisible hand. She tilted her head inquisitively when he hid his lips to converse with CD-129, but then righted herself and ruffled her feathers when he announced it was time to go.

Efret had climbed back into her X-wing, something that she was so familiar with doing that she felt comfortable doing it without visual aid. As she waited, she paged through her leather-bound field journal, which she kept in one of the dashboard compartments. She read out of her peripheral eyesight, which were somewhat warped but not dark.

She flipped to a recent poem she had written.

She pressed her lips together and breathed air trying not to be annoyed through her nose.

Nazar would be disappointed with how she had handled herself when Elias had visited Nu.

What did that matter? She wasn't doing, or not doing, this for Nazar.

Her fingers drifted from the outer, upper corner to the inner, hovering above the page as not to give herself a papercut, but then her fingers clamped down and she began to tear—

Stop.

She smoothed her palm over the jagged edges she had just produced. Then she felt a gust of air as Nirrah swooped towards the dashboard. Hopefully, the convor had gotten here faster than the Ruusanian.

 

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