K A S H Y Y Y K
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Kashyyyk, the heart of the Silver Jedi Order.
As Kestrel Dray pulled the yolk of her ship, it nosed down through the atmosphere. The planet and all it’s natural beauty, exploded to life beneath her as her ship crossed through the thick white clouds. Absentmindedly, her lips pulled into a smile. She’d never tire of seeing so much greenery, even if she didn’t get to enjoy beautiful landscapes like this as often as she might have liked to.
Being what she was, her position within the Jedi and what she was trained to do, it was rare that Kestrel came near any of the Temples or interacted with other Jedi.
For the better part of six years, the only other person she had for company was her Master, Judah Lesan , before he went missing and she went to his son to help her track him down. A mission that broke any illusions she might have still held of Judah, changing everything about their relationship. Since then they hadn’t seen or heard much from one another. Kestrel chose to distance herself, she was a Knight, after all… could stand on her own two feet now and even took a Padawan that she was now training. Judah? Last she heard, he was doing some stint selling his skills for credits in the Outer Rim. Only rumors of course, but Kestrel wondered of its validity.
Beyond all of that, however, was one person that she knew she’d wronged in all of this.
Letting fear get the better of her, hadn’t been one of her better moments. There was no reason why she had needed to cut JJ out of her life, they’d made a good team for the brief time that they worked together, despite both of them being unamused with having to work with the other in the beginning. Yet, she repeatedly blew him off and ignored his holo messages.
Everything was awkward, different. For a long time, she didn’t know what to say to him.
But then, after seeing him again on Zeffo…
She sighed.
Well, she was here now.
But was there a partnership, friendship, that was worth salvaging, still? She supposed part of that decision lied with him, and whether or not he decided to show. After all the times she blew him off, it wouldn't surprise her if he decided to give her a taste of her own medicine.
Still, she'd sent a message ahead of time with details on when she’d be arriving. Outside her new ship, the Mesra, Kestrel waited.
The ball was in his court.
Judah Lesan Jr.