Detective
When Ash awoke and his datapad was flashing with light, he walked over without his shirt, his chistled chest of muscle in its blocks of six bricks of varying size was a testament to his routine of exercise and training. He had been hoping for more assignments, and at last once had come. When he placed his finger on the touch screen he saw what made him grimace, the details related that the murder had happened on his home world, on Bespin, in the City of the Clouds. His mind began to flood with all these memories, particularly of his Father, who he was not keen to see, and who would no doubt find that he had not been elevated to Padawan, a sign that his choice had been wreckless.
The Young Jedi would decline being called to go back to Cloud City, however, his assignments were at the moment.. few and far between. Arguing with Master Tallos had resulted in reprimands, particularly that he was being kept Temple side, in hopes that he would reform. For his Detective work was one of few areas in his training he felt his impeteousness was appreciated, him catching things that others had not. Putting on his tunic, and clipping his saber to his belt, the Intiate made his way to the great hangar, where a two seater Jedi Starfighter sat, and standing outside it was purple Nautolan Jedi Knight stood with braided tentacles and glowing yellow eyes. His nickname for him was Squidy, though he never called him that to his face. What mattered is he was one of the knights willing to take him along on missions, and they had been on enough assignments that Ash's attitude was no longer something he got lectured for.
"Your late.." said the Nautalon with smug face and arms crossed. Asher made a smirk and said, "Sorry Master, my comb was not cooperating this morning.. got caught in my Padawan braid." The Knight chuckled, "I told you that hair is a fuss.. too bad you do not have tentacles like me. Never needs brushing."
Ash made a face that gave away how much he enjoyed these mindless talks,
"Yeah.. then I could perhaps attract the Twi'lek like you did."
The Knight came up and clapped Ash on the shoulder with his lavander hand,
"You have quite the mouth son.. it is too bad you are not a Padawan, you would give your Master a lot of lip I am sure."
Ash felt at once two opposite feelings, one of mirth over the play of words, and the other pain, that he was still no one's apprentice.
"I take it you were briefed. Going home it seems.."
Ash nodded, his face shifting to a sterness and harsh demeanor as he climbed into the back seat of the Twin Fighter.
"You shall have to show me around the cantina when we get there.. I have not been to Cloud City," said the Knight.
Ash chuckled,
"Its not much to see.. drunken Ughnaughts is not a pretty sight.. believe me."
The Nuatolan began to chuckle as he engaged the windshield and it closed over their heads and the fighter's engines roared to life, the boosters of blue fire at the back immolating and it took off, heading into the skyline of the City, ships and shuttles all about, navigating them a breeze with coordinates punched in as they came to the threshold of space.
"Maybe this is your trial.. to face the past.." said the Knight.
Ash gave a nod and said into his headset,
"Maybe.. maybe."
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