Martin tapped the tip of his boot against the metal flooring anxiously, the hum of the small transport ship mulling in his ear. he sighed, looking out of the window to the city below. Londo, an Esthoriel city.
"You're nervous." Martin looked to the blonde officer sitting across from him, she hadn't even taken her eyes off her holopad.
Martin leaned forward, putting his hands together, placing his chin on them. "It's been a long time since I've seen another force sensitive." He commented.
The officer, his ensign Vidcoy, smerked. "Not many of them around."
Martin shrugged, half in agreement. She was right, there weren't many of Him left at all.
She smiled at him. "Don't worry, I'm sure this one will be very nice." She tried encouraging him, for she did care a little about him.
"By the way, who is this force-user again?" He rubbed his forehead.
"Ria Victorian," Vidcoy stated, "apparently she's rather famous in these parts, probably against her wishes."
"Jedi have a tendency to be that way." He said.
"She was orphaned at a young age, taken in by one 'Giappa Victorian'." She continued.
"Okay, okay, I understand. What I want to know is how we were even alerted to her." Martin looked Vidcoy dead in eye.
She shrugged, sighing a mouth full. "Well... She contacted us."
"Really?"
"Yes," Vidcoy looked out of the small window next to her, "Well, Lord Dux, you can ask her all the questions you want. We're here."
With that statement, the transport slowed to stop and hovered down to the academy's landing pad, rocking as it did. The ship moaned deeply as the ramp lowered to the ground, Martin walking down it, Vidcoy following close behind. Students, onlookers, and professors alike looked on in confusion, as the robed figure and his officer walked into the building.
Walking into the visitor's atrium, Martin found a nice desk to sit at. Vidcoy slid into the seat next to him, confused.
"Shouldn't we be looking for her?" She asked.
Martin smiled at the officer, earnestly. "Believe me, Vid, she'll find us."
Now, he waited.
Ria Victorlan
"You're nervous." Martin looked to the blonde officer sitting across from him, she hadn't even taken her eyes off her holopad.
Martin leaned forward, putting his hands together, placing his chin on them. "It's been a long time since I've seen another force sensitive." He commented.
The officer, his ensign Vidcoy, smerked. "Not many of them around."
Martin shrugged, half in agreement. She was right, there weren't many of Him left at all.
She smiled at him. "Don't worry, I'm sure this one will be very nice." She tried encouraging him, for she did care a little about him.
"By the way, who is this force-user again?" He rubbed his forehead.
"Ria Victorian," Vidcoy stated, "apparently she's rather famous in these parts, probably against her wishes."
"Jedi have a tendency to be that way." He said.
"She was orphaned at a young age, taken in by one 'Giappa Victorian'." She continued.
"Okay, okay, I understand. What I want to know is how we were even alerted to her." Martin looked Vidcoy dead in eye.
She shrugged, sighing a mouth full. "Well... She contacted us."
"Really?"
"Yes," Vidcoy looked out of the small window next to her, "Well, Lord Dux, you can ask her all the questions you want. We're here."
With that statement, the transport slowed to stop and hovered down to the academy's landing pad, rocking as it did. The ship moaned deeply as the ramp lowered to the ground, Martin walking down it, Vidcoy following close behind. Students, onlookers, and professors alike looked on in confusion, as the robed figure and his officer walked into the building.
Walking into the visitor's atrium, Martin found a nice desk to sit at. Vidcoy slid into the seat next to him, confused.
"Shouldn't we be looking for her?" She asked.
Martin smiled at the officer, earnestly. "Believe me, Vid, she'll find us."
Now, he waited.
Ria Victorlan