First Reply Tho Yor | Prosperity

[Dillon Kai'el]

Tho Yor
Aboard the Prosperity
Tags: Open to Jedi

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"...Ah, my mistake. You just seem so much alike."

A strange sight befell the halls of the Prosperity. There was an older man standing at a junction, face turned to the wall as he seemed to be carrying out a lengthy conversation. With who? Well, all signs indicated that he was talking to the wall. Crazy people were rather common, but this individual carried himself with a manner not unlike the elder sages of the Order.

Dillon Kai'el, of course, was not concerned in the slightest that he looked like a weirdo. There was a great deal he was learning. He had just woken up after a four thousand year long nap after all.

"The structure I knew also hailed from Tython," he noted, "I suppose it was only natural that my foggy eyes would lead me astray. There were so few of you left in that time. It's almost a miracle that you're still here, and with a makeover no less."

This Prosperity was an interesting thing indeed. Dillon knew what it was, of course. Well, only by name. In truth, nobody knew the origin of Tho Yor at all. They were so ancient and timeless that whatever organization they came from was sure to predate the Rakatta and the Celestials alike, he reasoned. It was quite amusing then that this New Jedi Order had found it to be a suitable home. They did not know it, but these Jedi were partaking the same pilgrimage that their predecesors had taken in the dawn of their Order. After a third party had seen it modified, of course. He couldn't help but wonder what mind could be behind such a work of engineering.

"The secrets you must hold," the old Jedi mused. "I know some old archevists that would have loved to discover such things. But that was a good four thousand years ago, so I imagine that most of them are pretty dead. Except for maybe Master Plootus, the crazy Hutt bastard..."

He was so lost in thought that Dillon was sure to continue rambling on to himself.

 

[Ara Sheridan]

Ara wasn't too fond of the Prosperity. When comparing it to Kashyyyk, New Cov or even the Coruscant temples, the Prosperity was cold and synthetic. Ironic when comparing it to Coruscant of all places, but even the planet she arguably despised most in the entire galaxy still had some charm to it. And yet, the moment she stepped foot on the massive station, she felt a sense of ease. It was a fantastic halfway point for missions and she had been nursed back to health on many occasions within the infirmary.

This visit wasn't too different from the rest. She had just assisted with a dispute between clans on a planet in the Outer Rim, and she had another mission lined up not too far from the station. A break and some rest sounded like a fantastic idea... until she rounded a corner and took note of what appeared to be a Jedi Master talking to a wall. She had to stop and do a double take to make sure that she was seeing and hearing correctly. She spared a glance at the others avoiding the seemingly crazy Master before letting out a sigh.

Of course she had to deal with it.

Ara calmly approached the Jedi and reached out to rest a hand on his shoulder. Upon closer inspection, he seemed oddly familiar. She couldn't place why, but it felt like he was someone's uncle or some other family. "Uh... sorry, Master... are you okay?" She asked him with a mixture of concern and amusement. She didn't have a clue of what else to say without coming off as insensitive or demeaning. Instead, she flashed a warm smile as she studied him closer. "You look familiar, if you don't mind me saying." She remarked, adjusting her brown cloak.

Dillon Kai'el

 

[Dillon Kai'el]

Prosperity
Tags: Ara Sheridan

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"Uh... sorry, Master... are you okay?" She asked him with a mixture of concern and amusement. She didn't have a clue of what else to say without coming off as insensitive or demeaning. Instead, she flashed a warm smile as she studied him closer. "You look familiar, if you don't mind me saying."

"Ah, I'm quite alright, lass," Dillon laughed, turning his head to greet the young zabrak woman. "Just getting a lay of the land. It's quite fascinating what one can hear in ancient and mysterious places, no?"

Familiar? Oh yes. Jasper had been quite the busy bee whilst on the path to the rank of Master. The resemblance was there, even after thousands of years. He chuckled, reaching up to stroke his mustache as he pondered what would be the best response to the Jedi Knight's observation.

"I suppose I would," he noted. "My thousand-something-times great-grandson is famous apparently. Imagine that?" He paused for a moment, a grin spreading across his face. "Oh, but now that I can properly feel the energy around me, you do have a familiar air about you yourself."

Dillon tilted his head, rubbing at his chin for a moment before speaking again.

"Just as I suspected," the Master nodded. "You've formed a bond with the lanky one."

 

[Ara Sheridan]

She wasn't sure how to respond to his remark, but she maintained her smile and gave a nod. "I'll take your word for it." She commented. The was no ill intent behind the words, it was simply not something she could notice or even do. Steel and wiring had a different form of life to her, but not in this manner.

She dropped the topic as he elaborated on how he might have seemed familiar to her. His answer left her wide-eyed and rather taken aback for a moment. "Wait... so you're-" She struggle to finish the sentence, it simply didn't make sense to her. Either he was sealed away like Masters Valery or Jonyna, or he had some other trick up his sleeve. Either way, she could see it clear as day now that she knew. The face, the hair, the overall build, he was a Kai'el, there was not denying that. She didn't have much time to react before he turned the question on her.

Almost immediately he had an answer and presented it. How good was this guy? "Yeah..." She looked down as her smile dimmed a little. "I'm Jalen's master. Your other grandson, you could say." She remarked with a glance up at the man, though her answer was rather strained. That was a different can of worms she wouldn't dump on the stranger. She was yanked out of her thoughts when a crew member accidentally bumped into her. With a quick apology she shifted out of the way and looked up at the Master. "Say, you wanna get something to chow? Mess hall's not too far." She invited, gesturing down the hallway.

"Oh! I'm Ara, by the way. Ara Sheridan." She quickly introduced herself with a respectful bow of her head.

Dillon Kai'el

 

[Dillon Kai'el]

Prosperity
Tags: Ara Sheridan

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"Say, you wanna get something to chow? Mess hall's not too far." She invited, gesturing down the hallway.

"Oh! I'm Ara, by the way. Ara Sheridan."

"A pleasure to make your acquaintance," the Master greeted. "Dillon Kai'el, but I insist you just call me Dillon. Multiple Master Kai'els is confusing, I'm sure. That's what my father went by anyways."

Dillon tucked his hands into the pockets of his hakama following behind the young knight. His posture was casual, slouched forwards with a slight shuffle to his step. He seemed carefree, as though his body was moving on instinct and his mind was somewhere else, in a state of inner peace. He'd occasionally run his hand along the walls, as though he were reading braille. Yet nothing was there.

At least nothing that was visible to the eye.

"I must say, this has been quite an experience," he noted as they walked. "I'm most curious about other modern variations of food. I found the bread triangles... pizza, I believe- most intriguing. Oh, and the Jedi Order is quite the bizarre thing as well. A mobile temple is quite the ingenious idea... Certainly a creative use of an ancient space."

So, this was Jalen's master? Dillon had seen significantly less of his taller great grandson, the lad not visiting Sacorria very often. As such, he did not have an opportunity to speak to him in ghost form whilst his body was recovering within the Force Crystal. A shame, really. The young man had a particularly powerful aura about him. No doubt it was a mark for greater things to come, a career that needed to be watched over with great interest. How it reminded him of a good friend from long ago.

"Right then," the old man nodded. "I've got a terribly stuffy nose at the moment. Turns out your sinuses get rather junked up after a few thousand years of neglect. I'd like you to direct me to the spiciest thing this place has to offer."

 

[Ara Sheridan]

A chuckle escaped Ara upon Dillon's introduction. Years ago, she would have called him by his first name regardless, but these days it felt improper to address a Master so informally. But she wouldn't argue with him. "Yeah, it was already getting confusing with two running around. Having another one definitely doesn't help." She joked with a smile.

It was interesting to simply watch him. His actions, his mannerisms, his overall presence in the Force... it was calm. Carefree. There was a hint of envy deep down when it came to seeing people such as him. "Can't help ya on food, you're gonna have to play around yourself. Can't imagine it's changed all that much. But the Prosperity? Yeah, she's a beast. She was crucial during the war. I've been... patched up... a number of times here over the years." She admitted as she briefly looked down to the floor ahead of them. As much as she disliked it, she still had a soft spot for the station.

She was yanked out of her thoughts as Dillon went on to comment on the state of his sinuses, immediately drawing a daring grin from Ara as she looked up at him. "Hot food, huh?" She remarked. "Oh, you should let me cook ya something, sometime. If there's one thing I do real good, it's greasy and hot. I got a few solid recipes that I picked up over the years." She practically bragged with a mountain of confidence. Upon reaching the mess hall, she quickly helped herself to a respectable plate of food. A good combination of some of the good stuff, but mostly the bad items that nobody else seemed to pick. She also made sure to swipe a bottle of hot sauce for the two of them.

Briefly departing from the Master, she secured a spot for the two and waved him over. "If you don't mind me asking... how'd you survive? I mean... it ain't exactly normal to, you know, just live that long." She asked him with intrigue as she dumped some sauce on her food and slid the bottle over to him.

He had an odd effect on her. A sense of ease and comfort that she hadn't felt in a long while with anyone else. Perhaps he could accompany her with her next mission, she would have to ask him. But he seemed to be able to give her some insight on a few of the things she was struggling with.

Dillon Kai'el