Brander
"V O I D"
Following the odd little meeting with
Aadihr Lidos
and
Aris Noble
in the Coruscant Jedi Temple's garden, Brander had retreated to go "home." But he didn't really return home. His siblings had been relocated to some orphanage on a distant planet, and he had chosen to stay here with
Alexandros
. Yet, he couldn't bring himself to go back to the apartment they shared. Today he had felt liek a failure yet again.
Instead, he headed to the garage where he had been hired to work. The shop owner had stepped out for a break about fifteen minutes prior, leaving Brander with free rein of the place—not that it meant he had free time. There was always something to do. He settled in, grabbing a sanding tool to remove the grit and rust from a piled up bucket of metal parts in need of cleaning. It was busy work, menial, but it suited him.
He didn't need the Force for this. He didn't need the Force to keep the shop running.
And so, he did. Seated behind the front desk, he leaned back in his chair, the rhythmic squeak of a small fan oscillating beside him. The hum of an old radio filled the quiet space, its worn-out speakers crackling as a faint tune played over the static.



Instead, he headed to the garage where he had been hired to work. The shop owner had stepped out for a break about fifteen minutes prior, leaving Brander with free rein of the place—not that it meant he had free time. There was always something to do. He settled in, grabbing a sanding tool to remove the grit and rust from a piled up bucket of metal parts in need of cleaning. It was busy work, menial, but it suited him.
He didn't need the Force for this. He didn't need the Force to keep the shop running.
And so, he did. Seated behind the front desk, he leaned back in his chair, the rhythmic squeak of a small fan oscillating beside him. The hum of an old radio filled the quiet space, its worn-out speakers crackling as a faint tune played over the static.