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[Nima Torr]

Enveloped gently around Nima's arm in a warm bubble of care and concentration, the enchanting tale of the Kumumgah unfurled like a vibrant tapestry, rich with the hopes and dreams of a people who yearned to touch the stars. Their culture unified upon a desire to be better than what had come before as the looped calligraphy spoke of each generation that followed, shepherds and wise men that bowed their heads, another stepping stone for those who came after, raised higher and higher, a testament to their unwavering spirit and the final hope that one day their people would be stretched across the stars.

To meet with those who had carved their path amongst the stars, the Rakata. Her heart sank as fingers traced a story that was destined to follow familiar beats—the suffering of those known as Kumumgah, hidden in the looming shadow of an empire with no bounds...

A thump across her back came unexpectedly; lost in the mournful notes of naive hearts, her hands shuddered, and in the feeble failing of a panicked gasp, the book slipped from her hand to thud against the ground, the fate of the Kumumgah sealed within.

Her heart beat a thunderous rhythm against her chest as one hand settled against it in time for her to look upon the intruder, white hair frizzed and in disarray concealed their face from where they crouched in an attempt to spare the ancient tomb, only to drop it again with a thump that seemed to kickstart Nima's heart if only so she was ready to receive the book. Her red skin contrasted vividly with his pale white complexion and the dark leather bindings that protected the Kumumgah's tale of woe, her fingertips trailing over the cover before she cradled it against her chest and the soft hues of her robes.

Nima's gaze raised to meet the sheepish Jedi as he continued to speak. His words left little opportunity for her to offer apologies or reassurances, as a streak of mistakes and disasters were detailed in a manner that left her with only a faintly amused smile by the end after she took a single step further away from the accident-prone Knight.

"I'll take your word for it," Nima agreed, certain she would have already heard of another Jedi knocking over everyone he ran into if this wasn't a rare occasion; after all, regardless of whichever order they were attached to, Jedi were terrible gossips, Nima would know.

"Regardless, I'm sure I can't consider myself entirely blameless in the matter. I certainly should have picked a table nearby to read before I got so deeply into my story; alas, I am neither wise enough to think of such beforehand nor strong enough to resist the call once it came to mind a couple of pages deep," She tapped her sharp nail against the clamp of the book, producing a metallic clang, before she stretched out her arm towards Aadihr. "Anyway, where are my manners, Nima Torr."

Tag: Aadihr Lidos​

 

[Pan]

Arkania Library
Tags: Nima Torr , Rylo , Ben Khal , Shan Pavond , Aadihr Lidos , Open...

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Research was well and good... but Pan didn't really care.

In fact, he was dead asleep. The young Neti had leaned himself against a corner in the library and pulled his hat down over his head, an area he was certain was discrete. His snoring, however, was sure to give away his position. Pan wasn't really studious. He probably wasn't even that smart if he was being honest. What he did want to do more than anything was get out in the field and fight, the very task he had been training for ever since arriving on Coruscant as a boy.

Alas, here he was in a library. If he was gonna be doing something boring, at least he could get in a wink of sleep. Perhaps even dream about doing something far more exciting...

All while his snoring gradually grew louder.

 

[Ben Khal]

"You're right... It seems they're able to heal themselves from the poisoning at least... but it wouldn't hurt to try and stock up samples of the Bespin atmosphere. In the off chance that the Dark Side is able to corrupt the atmosphere, we'll at least be able to replicate the original."

Nodding his head in agreement, Ben moved on to the next datapad. "The Aing-Ti communicate through tasting, smelling, and touching with their tongues. Some of them are Force sensitive, but not all. The medical workers will need specialized technology for translation." Not to mention they'd have to deal with the species' unique biology, which was quite unlike that of humanoids.

Someone nearby had fallen asleep and was snoring loudly. Ben did his best to ignore it. "Bith don't have noses, so any respiratory aids will need to take that into account. And they're sensitive to noise, so... maybe keep anything that beeps loudly away from them?"

Shan Pavond​

 

[Aadihr Lidos]

Outfit: Casual Attire
Weapons: Walking stick / Lightsaber Pike

Aadihr shook Nina's hand, relieved she wasn't short tempered. He couldn't read what was on the surface of the pages but the book looked positively venerable.

"Aadihr Lidos," he returned the greeting, "a pleasure to meet you - well, instead of just colliding." He bit his tongue before he rambled further.

As he tightened his blindfold over the concave smooth skin where another humanoids eyesockets would be, he let his curiosity distract him from his frustrations. "If you don't mind my intrusion, what was that you were reading? The way you spoke of it, it must be good." Aadihr paused and decided he should clarify: "I also can't distinguish the pigment from the rest of the paper or leather, so I can't really read the cover" he said, gesturing vaguely at his face with the damaged Holocron, accidentally breathing in a bit of blue smoke and struggling to resist immediately coughing to spite the karking thing. This, of course, reddened his face and made the veins in his neck and forehead bulge with each resisted cough.

Aadihr played it cool - only in his mind's eye. To the outside observer he looked silently strangled and forcing a sheepish smile, his increasingly crimson face only accentuated by the snowy hair.

Aadihr was all too familiar with the fixation that came from delving into something engaging. Almost compulsively, if it grasped his interest strongly enough. He couldn't possibly blame Nima for reading in the aisle, but her mentioning so displayed humility, or at least enough compassion to alleviate his humiliation.

Aadihr tried to hear Nina's response over the sound of the snoring tree child ( Pan ), but-

Wait, snoring tree child?.

The surprise caught Aadihr off guard, and he coughed monstrously loudly in the otherwise peaceful library; a puff of blue smoke, mocking him, drifted out of his lungs.

Nima Torr | Pan | anybody who doesn't like loud noises in a library​

 

[Resh]

Limitless access to knowledge was a foreign concept to Resh, who was raised only knowing what his superiors wanted him to know. After only a short time in the library, he had already amassed an indomitable collection of holobooks on topics ranging from the History of the Galaxy to Ojom Cooking Recipes to Bright Knight Omnibuses, and stacked them on the desk next to a vacant computer console. Now, he stared at the search function displayed on the glowing screen with blank curiosity and indecision. A galaxy's worth of information was at the touch of his fingertips. With so much still to learn, what would he find first?

After a few minutes of clicking around, he sat back and began watching a video tutorial on how to replicate a number of complex dance emotes from the hologame Spacenite.

 

[Nima Torr]

Nima’s hand was small and calloused with the wear of years of lightsaber practice worn into the palm of her hand, which quickly retreated back into the warmth of her longer sleeves after the two Jedi had shaken hands.

With her book secure against her chest, Nima’s gaze settled upon the blindfold that covered the other Jedi’s face, difficult as it was to see through the unruly tuffs of his white hair tinted in sprinkles of blue. Her heart calmed as the seconds passed, and no further incidents occurred, with only Aadihr's pleasant rambles interrupting the natural hush of the library.

“Oh, this,” She raised her hand to the cover of the book, a faint symbol of coinciding lines drawn in the sand over and over again. “It’s the rather tragic tale of the Kumumgah, or at least what records we have of their original culture, before their introduction to the Infinite Empire over 25,000 years ago. You may better recognise them as the ‘Sand People’ of Tatooine, though such a descriptor only became adequate after the Rakata; well, Tatooine wasn't always a desert.”

She raised her hand to hide the slight blush that streaked across her cheeks as she noticed the distracted look on Aadihr’s face, though embarrassment quickly turned to concern as he billowed with blue dust from his previous accident. Her lekku swayed as she tilted her head, golden eyes tracing the veins of the Miralukan’s neck and the red that splotched across his face. His soft wheezes as he attempted to strangle his coughs were just barely audible over the nearby sound of snoring.

Carefully her hand raised to gather his attention, “Are you okay, do you need to sit down for a moment?”

Tag: Aadihr Lidos Pan​

 

[Shan Pavond]

"You're right about the translation part. That's something I still struggle with today. When I was a Padawan, my master wanted to get me a droid to translate for me but never ended getting it."

The Force Sensitivity could at least possibly help with communicating but having reliable translators for the medical team would be more helpful in Shan's eyes...Though the Force sensitivity could also potentially mean they'd be more vulnerable to any Dark Side corruption...Maybe having some kind of crystals that would help purify or steady emotions would be helpful if that was something they could import...

Shan turned his head back at the sound of someone snoring and couldn't help but grin to himself. That had been him recently when he had been studying at the University...Though for him it wasn't because of boredom, but more because of a case of exhaustion. He shouldn't get distracted though whilst he was working.

"Could possibly still make some form of gaseous medicine that is absorbed through the skin instead of the nose for the Bith...Though sound isn't something that we could easily prevent for them...You're doing well Padawan Khal. I've rarely seen padawans this interested in research."

Ben Khal

 

[Aadihr Lidos]

Outfit: Casual Attire
Weapons: Walking stick / Lightsaber Pike

Aadihr waved a hand dismissively, still brushing at the stubborn blue dust on his tunic. “Oh, I’m fine. Really. Just caught off guard.” He coughed once, trying to hide it with an awkward laugh and adjusted his blindfold, which had somehow managed to shift even though he just tied it. “a little uh. . . inhaled Electrum dust never hurt anyone?” Aadihr hoped that was true.
His Sight flickered back toward Nima, her outline calm and steady despite his chaotic energy. Beyond the concern, her aura radiated a sense of reverence and fascination at the history within the tome she held.

Having caught his breathe once more, Aadihr brushed stubborn glitter blue particles from his hair. He tilted his head, curiosity overcoming his lingering embarrassment. “The Kumumgah, you said? And… Tatooine wasn’t always a desert?" He frowned slightly, tapping his chin with the broken Holocron, leaving a chalk-line of blue glitter behind. **“I thought it was all sand and heat and, uh… more sand. The Sand raid-uh- people, though—I’ve heard of them. Not much more than stories from other folk on Tatooine, though. What happened to the Kumumgah?" He asked, though he had pieced together some idea from Nima. The Rakata must have laid waste to Tatooine somehow, for some reason. He tried to recall anything from his past history lessons, but the only thing he remembered was that the Rakata existed a long, long time ago. Something about some Infinite Empire or another.

His thoughts were interrupted by another snore, sounding almost like sheets of cloth being torn at this volume.

Aadihr grinned, gesturing subtly toward the snoring sleeper. “See that? That’s the level of calm I aspire to someday. No scrambling through shelves, no collisions, just… peaceful naps in the middle of one of the galaxy’s largest libraries. I don’t even know what species that is, but clearly, they’ve figured life out.”

Nima Torr | Pan | OPEN​

 

[Ben Khal]

Shan Pavond​

"You're doing well Padawan Khal. I've rarely seen padawans this interested in research."

This time Ben couldn't keep the smile from his face. "Thank you, sir," he said modestly. "I like to learn about other species and cultures." He had done research for assignments, reports on the history of the Jedi and whatnot, but those subjects typically didn't interest him. This, on the other hand, was intriguing.

"Do you do this a lot?" he asked, gesturing to the datapads. "I mean, is it your job to read everything about a subject and then turn that information into something useful?"

 

[Pan]

Arkania Library
Tags: Aadihr Lidos , Nima Torr

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The surprise caught Aadihr off guard, and he coughed monstrously loudly in the otherwise peaceful library; a puff of blue smoke, mocking him, drifted out of his lungs.

Noise.

It was as though the simply sensation of a loud sound brought the young Neti out of a hibernation, his body immediately filled with energy that seemingly arose from nowhere. He leapt up to his feet, assuming a position with his fists raised.

"How many!?" He asked, his radiant blue eyes blinking themselves awake. "Do they fly!?"

And then a pause. The boy was quick to deflate as all he saw before him were a blindfolded man and a red Twi'lek lady, seemingly having a very casual conversation. A heavy sigh escaped his chest as he pouted, his cheeks puffing up a little in frustration. He had gotten all riled up for nothing, and worse his nice dream about boxing a cyborg cannibal pirate was dashed and cast into the void of his developing mind. Right at the good part too.

"Dang it," Pan lamented with a dejected tone. "You made me think something exciting was happening..."

 

[Shan Pavond]

"I mean, is it your job to read everything about a subject and then turn that information into something useful?"

"Oh. No. It's just...I was away for a while to focus on my studies. And people I care about got hurt whilst I was gone. So now that I'm back, I want to be as useful as I can be. I'm not much of a fighter. Healing and caring for people has always been my passion. So I thought I should try and do my best. Whilst others may protect with their lightsabers, I want to try and protect with knowledge."

Shan waved his hand at that, dismissing it slightly. It wasn't something he liked to think about. The feeling of being worthless compared to the other Jedi was something that had went through his mind plenty when he was a padawan but he was trying to forget about that. Focus on what he could do and what he can help. Not on what others can help.

"Learning about other species and cultures is always a valuable investment though. You might get along with Saria Rae . She's another Padawan, a Mirialan like me and wants to be a diplomat I think. I haven't seen her since I've came back to the Order but she should still be around."

 

[Ben Khal]

Shan Pavond
Resh delayed reaction lmao
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"Oh. No. It's just... I was away for a while to focus on my studies. And people I care about got hurt whilst I was gone. So now that I'm back, I want to be as useful as I can be. I'm not much of a fighter. Healing and caring for people has always been my passion. So I thought I should try and do my best. Whilst others may protect with their lightsabers, I want to try and protect with knowledge."

Though his words were optimistic on the surface, Ben thought he detected some hopelessness and frustration in Shan's voice. The Mirialan waved his hand dismissively, and the boy didn't pry, yet his brow furrowed slightly. "I want to be useful too," he said. "But I don't know how."

On Hapes males were seen as not fit for much more than breeding. Eventually he would be expected to return home and fulfill his duty in that capacity, though that was a long ways off. In the meantime he was a Jedi, devoted to peace and justice. There were many ways to give back as a member of the Order, though when faced with the opportunity to do anything, he felt overwhelmed.

"Learning about other species and cultures is always a valuable investment though. You might get along with Saria Rae . She's another Padawan, a Mirialan like me and wants to be a diplomat I think. I haven't seen her since I've came back to the Order but she should still be around."

"Perhaps I could assist her," Ben agreed. "Would you be able to introduce us?"

Just then, his gaze was drawn toward a boy about his age sitting in front of one of the computers. His back was to Ben, but he could see the screen clearly. Was he watching... a dance tutorial? From Spacenite? What a way to spend your time at such an esteemed library. Ben started to crack a smile, though he quickly suppressed it and looked away, lest he get the kid in trouble.

 

[Amani Serys]

Starlin Rand​

Amani was in the throes of her work when a distantly-familiar voice pulled her from focus. She looked up, blinking several times, pupils dilating as they escaped from the stale glow of the half-constructed holocron and readjusted. "Starlin," She recognized him and replied warmly, "I am," The master looked down at the exposed crystal nestled within again, "Ah well. Nothing wrong with our holocrons being a bit more specialized." Starlin looked different, yet in many ways the same. More physically aged, certainly, but inside she could tell he was still the same man she first met years ago.

"How are you doing, Rand? It's been a little while since we've properly spoke."

 

[Starlin Rand]

Amani Serys
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Amani looked fantastic for her age. Plus, even though she was arguably the closest to a celebrity out of any of the Jedi - yes, she was more famous than Valery Noble, being both Queen of Alderaan and First Lady of the Alliance - she had not altered her magnificent schnoz, which was as proudly prominent as ever. It gave Starlin hope that the demon of rhinoplasty would eventually be defeated.

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"How are you doing, Rand? It's been a little while since we've properly spoke."

Starlin gave her a sheepish little smile. The first time they met was on Tatooine, back when he was an annoying teen Padawan. Though that had been a whole adventure, all he really remembered was trying to sneak a kiss... yep, sounded about right. Then he had a vague recollection of calling her a "green broad", in the uh, heat of battle. As a compliment, really... But as time passed and he had matured a little, they'd met a couple more times on much better terms. He taught her how to make fire that would heal rather than burn, and she sang on one of his albums.

"I've been doing... better," he said. "I dunno if you remember delivering Lara and Kyla Nimdok, Miri and Kyell's daughters. I'm training them now as my Padawans. They're around here somewhere." He gestured vaguely in the direction of the library. "It was rough at first, after Miri was killed. But I've been working with them, and they show a lot of promise."

His holocron suddenly felt a lot heavier, weighted down with meaning. "I know I won't be around forever, so I thought now was a good time to preserve all my knowledge and skills. In case, uh, I don't make it to their knighting ceremony."

 

[Shan Pavond]

"I want to be useful too," he said. "But I don't know how."

Hm. That brought a frown to Shan's face as he thought about it. There were plenty of choices for Ben to go with. Though perhaps that was the issue. Shan always knew what he had wanted to do, even before he joined the Order. Healing was in his bones for lack of a better term. But that's because it interested him. It was one of the things he felt good at.

"...What do you like to do? You said you like learning about other cultures, right? Diplomacy is a route you could take with that. I don't think there are nearly enough Jedi Diplomats."

And by that, he meant that well...Shan hadn't really seen one. With the exception of Saria who was one in training. Of course some people may think all Jedi should be diplomats but that wasn't a well thought through opinion in his mind. Everyone had different interests and forcing every Jedi to fit into a specific role wouldn't be good for anyone.

"I can try to introduce you with Saria. I'm sure you two will get along."

And if they didn't get along...Well, it could be a lesson in Diplomacy right? Talking to someone you don't like without getting mad. That was...a lot of what it meant to be a diplomat right? Honestly, Shan hadn't thought much about it.

 

[Nima Torr]

Nima's golden eyes studied her fellow Jedi a touch longer than necessary as Aadihr's hand waved her off. His lack of concern was reassurance in its own form, though somewhat hindered by the puffs of electrum dust that continued to linger in the space around him. With some hesitance that his assurance did little to erase, Nima gradually lowered her hand as it settled in by her side, the soft fabric of her robes gentle to touch as she sought comfort in their warmth.

Her smile stretched across her face, welcoming but with a tint of concern that was not so easily dismissed. "If you notice any issues, tell me, okay?" she asked, her voice gentle but with a hint of steel that reflected in her eyes.

Waiting just long enough for an answer, whether a nod or actual words, Nima eventually allowed the conversation to continue as Aadihr brought up the subject in her arms: a fascinating story of an ancient culture long lost to the ceaseless march of time. Mindlessly, her hand stroked along the edge of the tomb as she tilted her head towards the ceiling in thought, uncertain where to begin and what would matter to an errant listener.

"Yes, I imagine it's rather unfathomable to most that the planet we call Tatooine today wasn't always a desert," Nima responded, an amused smile tilting the corner of her lips into a shared joke. "If you're willing to believe my claims, in fact, historians and geologists happen to believe that the planet of Tatooine was once a jungle, as unbelievable as such a statement may sound. Akin to the terrains such as Rodia and Scarif, with some suggesting there may have even been similarities to the modern-day Kashyyyk and their Wroshyr trees, which provided shade and protection from the twin suns. I'm unsure of the validity of such a claim, considering the unique nature of Kashyyyk's own geographical development. Still, there is likely some merit considering the Kumumgah's relationship and reverence for both the natural world and the technology they would create from it, with some markings in other books suggesting a similar line of technology to the Wookies."

Running her finger across the side of the tomb, past the edge of the spine, and over the cover. With a gentle shake of her head, Nima's lekku swayed softly, brushing against the fabric of her hood and causing it to slip slightly. A shadow crossed her features as her vibrant eyes dulled, reflecting the weight of the Kumumgah's future, now intertwined with the echoes of ancient history.

"Unfortunately, the Kumumgah considered their worship of the land as a reason to push into the stars, which led them into the grip of the Rakatan Infinite Empire. Peaceful and prosperous, they offered their hands in friendship as they met with their new neighbours, only to be clamped in chains alongside countless others," Her smile was gone, tarnished by the fate of another race lost to the cruelty of others. "For some time, the Kumumgah suffered under their occupation, surprised and shocked, unable to fathom the horrors forced upon them. It would be a number of years before any form of resistance was gathered, and they fought to force their oppressors from their homes."

She looked away; her eyes settled on the stories and laughter now stored in such a little book.

"They succeeded for a while, long enough to annoy the Infinite Empire. When the time came to deal with the rebellion, they decided to make a message of the Kumumgah, so the planet was glassed; the sands of Tatooine are what remains."

She barely noticed the snoring nearby, lost in her own world now that the tale had been told. As she finally raised her head to Aadihr and his grin, she offered a blank smile, lost in step but not quite willing to admit it.

Tag: Aadihr Lidos Pan​

 

[Ben Khal]

"...What do you like to do?"

Ben hesitated. "Nobody's ever asked me that question," he said with a faint smirk, as though it were funny. Eventually he answered, "I like lightsaber practice, and I like to read. Mostly about historical figures and politics. I've been reading this book recently about a Hapan man named Alain Del. He was born a commoner, but rose to become an advisor to the Ereneda." The book was a page-turner, for sure. But he was getting off topic. "Um... I also like to play holo games." Including Spacenite, which was all the rage with kids in his age group.

In short, he was a typical fourteen year old boy. Not half as prodigious or precocious as so many of his peers, his brain was still forming and his future was filled with limitless potential. He just needed time to grow and enough guidance to avoid going astray.

"You said you like learning about other cultures, right? Diplomacy is a route you could take with that. I don't think there are nearly enough Jedi Diplomats."

"Isn't the Chief Librarian a diplomat too? Master Kassoghthuh Sssthuh... um, I-I can't really pronounce her name." His cheeks flamed in embarrassment. "She lets me call her Master Kass."

"I can try to introduce you with Saria. I'm sure you two will get along."

Ben nodded. He got along with most girls. Whether or not he would feel a calling towards diplomacy remained to be seen, however. "I would appreciate that very much, sir," he said with a deep bow of gratitude.

Shan Pavond​

 

[Aadihr Lidos]

Outfit: Casual Attire
Weapons: Walking stick / Lightsaber Pike

Aadihr stood silent for a moment, the weight of Nima’s tale settling over him like a heavy cloak. His Sight traced the faint tension in her posture, the distant sorrow that lingered in the dulled edges of her Force presence, despite his lack of visual light senses.

“I…” he began, then faltered, running a hand awkwardly through his tousled hair. “That’s… a lot. I mean, I’ve heard stories of other civilizations suffering under the Rakata, but this… what happened to the Kumumgah…” He shook his head, a low exhale escaping him. “Glassing a planet to make an example of them. The cruelty of it - I can’t even imagine something so monstrous.”

He shifted his weight to the other foot. His tone softened as his face turned back to her direction again. “Thank you for sharing that, though. Really. I didn’t mean to pull you into a history lecture—or, well, a historical tragedy, I suppose. And sorry again for the, well, bumping into you like this."

Aadihr found himself otherwise at a loss for words, the chaos of his thoughts sobered and stilled by Nima's tale.

Nima Torr | OPEN​

 

[Amani Serys]

Starlin Rand​

Amani nodded in recognition. It had been some time since she had thought about them, but she remembered the delivery. "Two at once?" She chuckled, "Quite the handful, I imagine." The conversation dampered some with the mention of Miri's death. Amani's smile dropped, her lips pursing slightly. She remembered hearing about it, but she had not been present at the battle herself. Amani couldn't say she knew Miri well, but she knew the loss her life was a tragic cost.

Amani tried to muster a slight smile again, "Sounds like you're doing alright by them." She glanced at her own holocron again, then turned away from it, "You know— There's nothing wrong with just focusing on being a teacher. I'm sure they'd appreciate having a stable figure in their life. And it's not like you haven't earned a bit of rest." He might not be able to accept the idea. An inability to sit still while injustices were occurring was a common trait among Jedi. But if nothing else she wanted him to hear it.

 

[Starlin Rand]

Amani Serys
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"Two at once?" She chuckled, "Quite the handful, I imagine."​

"I mean, at one point a few years ago I had three apprentices simultaneously," Starlin said with a chit-eating grin. Which soon faded when he remembered the fate that had befallen one of those three, Eliphas.

He'd experienced a lot of death and abandonment in his life, that much was true. Some of it was simply the passage of time, but too many of his loved ones had met violent ends, their lives cut tragically short. Others survived their ordeals, but were left... changed. They became as strangers to him.

Starlin was left to pick up the pieces they left behind, carrying on their legacy and raising the next generation. It was an honor he wouldn't have forsaken for anything, even if he wished it didn't have to be this way.

"Sounds like you're doing alright by them." She glanced at her own holocron again, then turned away from it, "You know—There's nothing wrong with just focusing on being a teacher. I'm sure they'd appreciate having a stable figure in their life. And it's not like you haven't earned a bit of rest."

"Oh, I've been resting plenty. Haven't fought in a battle since the most recent Coruscant invasion." Though the bulk of his time was spent running through the city underworks, chasing after Kyla who was pursuing a Dark Jedi far outside of her weight class. Her mother's murderer. They never did find Zaavik Perl ...

"But there are some very nasty people who want to kill me, and... I dunno. I guess I'm not as cocky as I used to be." Starlin scratched the back of his curly head. "Which is kinda crazy considering that I only just got promoted to Master, but I've found the older I get the less I feel like I know what I'm doing."