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Rupert was doing perhaps.. his most favored hobby: Napping. It was something that often aided his old and weary eyes and with each passing year he could feel the tug of the Force, whispering for him to come home. He had given hundreds of years to the Jedi, decades to surviving torture, and even...

Of all the Jedi to send for interrogation, they had sent the bleeding heart. Yet Rupert knew she stood on mucky ground, as it was well known what she had done to the last Sith they captured. To push it further, she ripped arms from a bed not used for torture, as the tools had been on the roll on...

Shuffling steps would be the fist to answer his calls. Rupert had departed to take a nap and rest his tired eyes. But that.. that was some hours ago. A man devoted to peace, Rupert had also known this part of life. He had been out of, and in, the chair. "Easy young one, you will tire yourself...

Rupert was more than happy to let the crew help him. After all, he was all but drained from the efforts of the day. He sat in his personal chamber, resting and watching over the Wookie Jedi Masters gear. As he rested, he would thumb through the old tome, using the utmost care, as he tried to...

Rupert would move to keep the Wookie from slouching and then cursed when he realized the reasoning for the stasis. As a Jedi, he could heal, but this was well beyond him, well beyond the energy he had left remaining. Quickly, Rupert would begin to close the door to the stasis pod "I am sorry, my...

Rupert would strain from the effort as he had worked muscles that had not been stretched in years, the muscles of the mind. Once the gunship was freed of its icy prison, he would collapse to his knees in the snow, chest heaving from the effort. He could feel himself nearly drained, but the task...

The beauty of such a world was not lost on Rupert. It had its own sense of serenity, of peace. But at his age, he would begin to hope at some point the Jedi would move to a beach world or ya know, something better than a haunted jungle. His heartbeat would quicken as the shuttle lowered, years...

Gone were the days of comfort, the days where Rupert could afford to be idle. The young had gone off to die and he remained, he withered. He would spend the days reflecting on his past, both the joys... and the horrors. To the days before the First Order, even before that of the Rebellion. The...

Rupert had been hard at work meditating. Well, not so much meditating as it was a gentleman's nap. When the young Crix signed up for going to the fleets, Rupert had noticed none of the other Jedi seemed too thrilled to tag along, and so for the first time in quite awhile, the old Morellian Jedi...

Rupert would smile as more reason joined the discussion and with it even more level heads. He would offer a warm smile to both Talak and Indy, the former of which he could sense much inner turmoil. He would follow the latter to the doorway of the room and step to the side ushering others through...

The old bones that comprised of Rupert had just settled down enough for the old timer to hit his fourth nap of the day. These were crucial, he had a strict beauty sleep regimen and he was intent to stick to it. At least, that was until the yelling started, yelling amplified by the Force. Old...

Rupert was just strolling the halls, whistling and shuffling along. The old Morellian had seen the worst that life had to offer and he was just.. existing. Clad in his freshly made blue and gray robes (made by the very youngin that had just approached him), the argyle pattern was nice and across...