The Return of the Jedi

[Moira Kataline]

No one knows where the padawan had gone, nor did she herself know. In the past years, she had been searching for relics of a lost time that might have been clues to the 'missing slab' riddle. She had suddenly gotten attacked, she doesn't even remember being held in captivity. Could it have been the dark side that clouded her memory, or even wiped it away? That was always a possibility, and she couldn't help but think of how much she had disappointed the Order. Everyone, even her rival padawan sibling had high hopes for her. Now what would they think? Would they welcome her home? Or would they shun her and toss her aside? Moira was afraid, and she kept that fear alive even as she returned to the temple academy and mde her way across the courtyard.

[member="Corvus Raaf"] [member="Kian Karr"]

 

[Corvus Raaf]

There was a picnic and then there was nothing. Moira vanished without a trace and there was no telling where she’d gone.

Corvus kept her eye on dispatches – seeing if she’d be named in some report, or someone matching her description was mentioned. But nothing.

But a Padawan is a Padawan and the bond that forms is a tangible one. So no sooner had she landed in the hangar than Corvus was aware of her presence. She put her datapad down and hurried from her office. She’d got as far as the courtyard when she saw her. How long had passed? Corvus wasn’t sure – and in truth the time mattered little. Why she had gone was important but the most vital fact was that she had returned.

If Corvus was the hugging type, she would no doubt have embraced her Padawan. Instead she browed briefly and broke into a broad smile.

“Moira? I’m so glad you’re back. Are you OK? Where have you been?” Corvus drew a deep breath. “Sorry, too many questions. Just tell me whatever you want to tell me and at your own pace.”

[member="Moira Kataline"]

 

[Moira Kataline]

She looked up at Corvus with fearful eyes, expecting to be punished for being absent for so long. She then teared up, and fell to her knees. "I feel fine.... but I can't remember much of what happened in the last few years.... I went out in search of clues for the riddle that we strove to try and solve the day we met, and I got attacked.... I don't remember anything else... everything after is a blur. Forgive me for disappointing you..."

"Perhaps you can help me.... please help...."

 

[Corvus Raaf]

Corvus dropped to her knees as Moira was overcome with emotion.

Finally she put a comforting arm around her. “Don’t worry, you haven’t disappointed me at all. All that matters is that you’re safe. You returned and that’s crucial. The rest of the details can wait.”

“And you know I’ll help you – however you want me to. I’ll always be here for you. You’re my Padawan. You’re a Jedi. It’s what I do.”

She hugged the Padawan now. “Tell me what you’d like me to do.”

[member="Moira Kataline"]

 

[Moira Kataline]

"Anything helps.... I don't know what could have happened. I may be pregnant, I may have lost my abilities... for all I know I could have been made a test doll while I was comatose.... do what you can to help me... please master... I need you..."

Moira remained hysterical as she began to cling, definitely starting to panic. Who could blame her? A lot could have happened to her and the more her mind raced to try to figure it out, the more emotional she got. Would it just be by Corvus' hand that she recuperates, or will it take an extra hand?

[member="Corvus Raaf"]
[member="Kian Karr"]

 

[Joy]

Brad walked into the courtyard, towel slung over his neck. He wore a smokey grey sleeveless-t that revealed tracts of toned and tanned muscle, pulsing from his recent workout. The Skywalker-claimant waltzed on in, gripping the ends of his towel and grinning like only dumb jocks can.

He stopped when he saw GrandMaster [member="Corvus Raaf"] and some new chick. She was slender and svelte, with hair like fire and dory brown eyes. Brad hoped his smile didn't blind her.

Oh shoot, the chick looked like she'd gone off the deep end. Those wide eyes glistened with tears and she clung to Raaf like a drowning man clings to his last lifeline.

Brad hurried over, all thoughts of swoleness and gains disappearing. He tried not to look too worried. To be cool you couldn't ever look too worried.

"Everything ok? Can I help?"