Odd Company

[Aryn Teth]

Tython, Jedi Temple Landing Pad​

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Sighing as he climbed down the ladder from the cockpit of his X-Wing, Aryn reached up, running a hand over one of the newer burns along the side of his ship's hull. He'd been lucky this time, an escort pilot to another transport of new initiates to the Jedi Order, they'd been ambushed by a group of First Order ships, and frankly, they had been lucky, aside from himself, none of the other escorts had survived. Aryn had spent some time now working with the Rebels, more a mercenary for the organization than anything, working for credits alone to repay his debts - and with this, he was done.

However, while Aryn now had the credits he needed, he was stuck on Tython, at least for a while, until his ship was repaired. His hyperdrive had been damaged in the battle, and as his astromech - BB-3, was lowered from the fighter, beeping frustratedly, he could see the droid had been glanced by fire as well in the engagement. "You're fine, stop complaining." Aryn uttered to the droid, who beeped indignantly in response as he rolled off to repairs. Glancing around the landing pad, he saw the empty pads where the other fighters were supposed to be. It was unfortunate to see the empty pads, but he had grown used to it by now. Shaking his head, he glanced over to the transport, arms crossed over his chest as he watched the new initiates step off, being led by other students into the temple.

[member='Karren Trask']

 

[RC 212]

[member="Aryn Teth"]

Tython was not her home. But she frequented the place, preferring to learn all the points of view. The New Jedi Order was much more militant than that of her own. But still there were lessons to be learned. She considered herself a healer first, and a swordsman second. But a day would inevitably come when the Jedi Order, under the protection of the CSA would fall under siege.

And she aimed to be ready.

As the other Padawans streamed towards the Temple she went the opposite way. Her time here was almost coming to an end and she wanted to check out the X-Wings on the pad.

She walked out into the light, mind heavy and heart heavy with it. She loved the peace and tranquillity of this place, but it was frustrating to know that the war was closing in on them all. They were protectors first, and now these Jedi were forced to be soldiers. to fight off the Empire and the First Order.

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The price of freedom I guess.​

Her eyes caught a man, standing by a half slagged X-Wing. He was unlike the rest of the pilots. His force signature was faint, almost as if a whispering breeze in a gale storm hurricane. She could feel a similar frustration coming up around him as well. So she made across the pad, readjusting her brown robe over her tan tunic.

"Greetings. Who might you be?" She asked, cocking her head to the side fixing him with a stern questioning gaze.

 

[Aryn Teth]

Aryn Teth

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New Jedi Order Temple Grounds, Tython, Tython System, Deep Core Region.​

Interacting With: [member='Karren Trask']​

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Aryn sighed as he watched his X-Wing and BB-3 were both rolled away towards one of the repair hangars. Normally he wouldn't be concerned about the repairs or how long they would take, but with the war intensifying as it had been, he wouldn't have been surprised if the repairs meant he was stuck on Tython for a long while. He didn't necessarily have anything wrong with Tython, but being surrounded by so many Jedi, and just being on the planet itself made Aryn feel strangely uneasy. It was a feeling he never really got in any other situation, and the strangeness of it was more disconcerting for the pilot than anything - especially considering he was still oblivious to his own latent connection with the force.

"Greetings, who might you be?"

Aryn's attention was wrenched from his thoughts by the soft voice over his shoulder. Turning towards it, he raised his eyebrow slightly as his gaze was met by the woman who'd approached him. He could tell instantly that she was a Jedi, the robes, tan tunic and most importantly - the lightsaber - didn't exactly do any favours for hiding the fact, though he was somewhat caught off guard - more often than not, the Jedi were content to stick to odd looks towards him whenever he was around them, or most occasionally - hushed whispers and motions in his direction, further compounding his general distaste for their company.

Regardless, Aryn allowed a soft, polite smile to split his lips as he gave her a respectful nod. "Aryn Teth, leader of the Rebellion's Blue Squadron... Well, what's left of it." He cast a glance back over the empty pads. He'd made a habit of not getting too close to his fellow pilots, with the war they were thrust into, many of the newer recruits didn't last long, but it was hard not to feel at least a faint degree of hurt seeing they were gone. He turned his gaze back towards the Jedi, choosing not to let his thoughts linger too much as he cleared his throat, trying to avoid any notice to his sidelong glance. "And you are..?"

 

[RC 212]

[member="Aryn Teth"]

When Aryn made mention of what was left of his squadron she did not miss the micro expression of pain in his face. Nor the subtle ping of sorrow that emanated from him. As an untrained force user he seemed to broadcast his emotional state, no matter how he tried to hide it. She sensed something else too, a distrust? Of whom?

"Karren Trask, Padawan of the Jedi Order. So you're a fighter pilot eh?"

She was crap at flying. She'd had one lesson and that was it. Between random missions for the Order and recovery time, she'd never had a mind to pursue it. But those X-Wings looked nice, and her eyes roved the sides, even if scorched with admiration.

Then her gaze snapped back to Aryn, stern but with a slight smile.

"I thought the Rebellion was finished?"

 

[Aryn Teth]

Aryn Teth

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New Jedi Order Temple Grounds, Tython, Tython System, Deep Core Region.​

Interacting With: [member='Karren Trask']​

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Aryn couldn't help but let out a soft chuckle as she introduced herself - it was funny to him how Jedi always added that last part - as if there was no way that anyone would have otherwise known. Covering his amusement with the same polite smile, however, he nodded his head, casting a brief glance back over towards his X-Wing as it was finally rolled out of sight and into the hangar bay for repairs.

"I am, though I doubt I'll be flying again for at least a week, after that trip." Reaching up, he adjusted the collar of his flight suit briefly, clinging to him like the robes clung to her and the many other Jedi around. As he heard her speak again, Aryn chuckled once more - it was a legitimate query, many believed the Rebellion dead, he indeed once had, and still it was certainly not the most organised or formidable force, however - they paid Aryn, and kept his ship in the air, so he was happy enough to stay along for the ride.

"I thought the same for a long while, at least until they started offering me credits for work." Watching her, his grin faded momentarily, as the man realized who he was talking to. He had not personally known many Jedi, but those that he had, had always scorned his insistence on credits as reward. Indeed, plenty had suggested that his alignment with the Rebellion should have been reward enough - regardless of how many debts the pilot might've owed, or the fact that he needed to pay for food and shelter across the galaxy. The luxury of a temple and supporting infrastructure was not a gift to Aryn, after all. Quickly, he spoke up again, hoping to avoid any possible lectures along the same lines - though he did not know how intent on lecture-giving this particularly Jedi indeed was. "They're still not particularly well organized, half the time we're just on the sidelines, ready to help everybody else."

 

[RC 212]

[member="Aryn Teth"]

The part about the credits didn't even bother her much. She'd found herself in the company of many a mercenary lately. If the Masters of her Council knew who she'd been consorting with on mission, she had no doubt there'd be some serious disappointment.

"Helping is good. Everyone has their own way. I am something of a wanderer and much in the same boat as you."

She tucked her thumbs into her belt, looking him over.

"What have you encountered so far? I hear the Imperials are having a field day out there. I was present at Alderaan when they attacked the Free Worlds Coalition. Natsy bit of business."

 

[Aryn Teth]

Aryn Teth

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New Jedi Order Temple Grounds, Tython, Tython System, Deep Core Region.​

Interacting With: [member='Karren Trask']​

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Crossing his arms over his chest, Aryn watched the woman before him as she spoke. Progressively, he found his general unease fading somewhat. At least thus far, she didn't seem exactly like the majority of Jedi he was used to, though he was still indeed wary of that usual, strange feeling he got in his gut being around so many trained force-users. He smiled softly as she stated she was in a similar boat as he was, nodding his head.

He sighed as she questioned where he had served, briefly biting at the corner of his lip as he thought back to the theatres he'd been involved in since being thrust into the war. He hadn't been at Alderaan for the battle Karren referred to, but he'd still seen a great deal of violence. "I was with the Alliance at Ossus, Charros IV, too. Hell, the fact that i'm still kicking probably makes me one of the luckiest sods in the Rebel Alliance."

He forced out a laugh, trying in that moment not to think about how many people hadn't been lucky in those fights.

 

[RC 212]

[member="Aryn Teth"]

This alliance seemed hard up and it also seemed a great way to get out from under the cover of the Jedi. Increasingly the more she met folks she found herself tempted to go farther afield and tackle things a more unorthodox way. She resented the pacifist stance of the Council. No more and more she felt her convictions slipping away. The conviction about non violence.

Jedi were supposed to be protectors. How could they protect without mixing it up? How could they mix it up with out death?

It all seemed so confusing.

"Truth be told I'm looking for a little adventure myself. How hard up are these Rebels and this Alliance? Would they need a Pilot?"

 

[Aryn Teth]

Aryn Teth

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New Jedi Order Temple Grounds, Tython, Tython System, Deep Core Region.​

Interacting With: [member='Karren Trask']​

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It was hard for Aryn to hide the genuine surprise on his face as he heard Karren speak again. At the very least, she had now completely solidified the thought in his mind that she was not at all like any of the Jedi Aryn had known previously. For once, the general discomfort that Aryn felt in the presence of the Jedi faded entirely, replaced by a kind of genuine curiosity he couldn't hide as his eyebrow rose somewhat.

"I thought you Jedi tended to be more... Passive?" He paused in order to find the right word, preferring not to offend the woman at all if he could avoid it, though he really had been taken off guard by her comment. "Though, I would be lying if I said the Alliance didn't need a few more pilots, especially after today." Glancing over her shoulder briefly, the feeling of discomfort returned as Aryn spotted a couple of robed figures watching him speak to Karren, he sighed briefly, trying his best to ignore the figures as he looked back towards Karren.

 

[RC 212]

[member="Aryn Teth"]

She followed his glance over her shoulder, and shot the robed figures a stern gaze. They shied away, retreating back into the temple. though they may be Knights and Masters they would be keenly aware they had no authority over their visitor....Though they could reach out to the Jedi Order.

She cared little for that though. Still reeling from the death and destruction she had witnessed and the lives she had been forced to take she was going down a more aggressive path. Not connected to the Darkside, but more a militant radicalization was forming inside the young woman.

"The Jedi Order does what they can, but they are duty bound to protect only. I am no fan of the Silvers either. They went out looking for war and now it's come their doorstep, crushing the life out of their young and cannibalizing their Jedi into Soldiers rather than peacekeepers."

She didn't know why she was confessing all this to the young man. Perhaps because he was outside of the order. Someone different than Romi Jade and the others she went to for counsel.

"I have a feeling my skills can be used elsewhere, and to better effect. Teach me how to fly one of those X-Wings and I'll fly your wing against the darkness."

 

[Aryn Teth]

Aryn Teth

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New Jedi Order Temple Grounds, Tython, Tython System, Deep Core Region.​

Interacting With: [member='Karren Trask']​

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Aryn gave Karren a slight nod in thanks as he saw the figures over her shoulder depart from her glare, remaining with his arms crossed as he listened to her speak. He found the conversation strangely intriguing, having thus far defied essentially all of his expectations as she continued. It caught him off guard just how open she was being, and the content of her thoughts was not lost on Aryn, becoming his first real realization of the differences between the different sects of the Jedi across the galaxy.

Her request still managed to surprise him, however. While it was clear already that she had at least some desire to serve alongside the Rebellion as a pilot, he had not expected her to ask that he teach her. He pondered the thought for a moment or two, briefly bringing a hand up to scratch at his stubbled chin thoughtfully. His own X-wing wouldn't have gotten him out of the system since it had suffered hyperdrive damage, but he could still take it out and around Tython and the system itself if need be.

Casting a glance across the landing pads, he nodded gently as he saw the other X-wings sitting on the pad, likely belonging to Alliance pilots or other Jedi at the temple. Sighing, he eventually shrugged, realizing that otherwise, his time on Tython would be especially boring. "Alright, I'll teach you to fly." He paused for a moment after speaking, glancing back towards the doorway the watchful Jedi had left through. "You're sure that's alright?" He queried, unsure just how strict and watchful these Jedi were.

 

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[member="Aryn Teth"]

She could feel his unease melting, which was good. She directed another glance back towards the entrance. It was strange to see Jedi even in robes in the Alliance Territories. Needless to say she smirked and shot a wry glance back Aryn, with her head cocked.

"You can't be that afraid of some old mystics with robes?"

Then she nodded, returning to her stern look.

"I don't fall under their hierarchy as it is. I answer to the force first and foremost. The Jedi Order second. Those are the Alliance Types. More militant than any of their counter parts, save the Silvers. I'm surprised they are even in robes at all. They must be teachers."

She shifted her feet stretching and yawning, then retunred her thumbs to her belt.

"Forget about them. So are we gonna talk all day, or are you gonna teach this girl your tricks?"

 

[Aryn Teth]

Aryn Teth

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New Jedi Order Temple Grounds, Tython, Tython System, Deep Core Region.​

Interacting With: [member='Karren Trask']​

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Aryn chuckled softly as Karren spoke again, shrugging his shoulders as he noticed the smirk across her features. It perhaps did away with the last bit of concern that he had, at least for now, but he pondered her words. He wasn't honestly sure why it was that he felt so uneasy around the Jedi, he was oblivious after all how they were constantly prodding his untrained mind, had he known, that probably would have made sense to him, at least.

As she moved to change the subject however, Aryn was grateful, and couldn't help but chuckle again as she nudged him about teaching her to fly. She was eager, he would give her that, and so he nodded. "Alright, c'mon, may as well get the boring stuff out of the way first." He smirked, turning around to head towards the hangar bays.