Ask An unexpected initiation.

[Maxim Frey]

Taanab
City of Pandath
Evening​

It was hot. And humid. And of course he had to be wearing robes. He knew exactly what planet he was going to, and he still went with robes because it was the most visibly recognizable sign of the Jedi. If he'd been thinking he would have packed something airy and light, but no, he had to be seen as a mediator, and for that he needed his robes. He was here for acgricultural companies, and could have shown up shirtless and they probably wouldn't have cared. Arcon MultiNode Agricorp and Core Foodstuffs were having a dispute over ancient land rights and had reached out to the Jedi for qan impartial moderator. Maxim had been sent.

After a long day in the conference room, listening to corporate lawyers argue over the exact meaning of ancient marking terms, Maxim had dismissed the representatives for the night and had set up a continuation the next morning. Until then he would let the representatives stew in their own selfd righteous indignation that they were right and how dare their opposite number impugn their intelligence by suggesting they weren't. And Maxim himself set out into the streets to take a walk and clear his head before heading back to his assigned quarters.

But now he was annoyed with himself for not at least stopping by his quarters and leaving his heavy outer robe hung up in his closet. He thought the evening would have brought at least some chill to the air, but he had been wrong. If anything it had gotten hotter. Something cold to drink was on thre menu. A small food stand was up ahead, and from the slight fog rolling out from under the counter it had to have something cold underneath.

Maxim hurried his pace and apprached the stand, his mouth already watering at the thought of something cold and hopefully fruit flavored. He pushed the right side of his robe back, and fingers delved into a small pouch at his belt. They withdrew a few credits. The majority of his credits weren;t in the pouch. They were securely in a pocket that was sewn to the inside of his shirt. But a few always sat in the small belt pouch, if just to deter pickpockets and give them something to focus on.

He held up the credits as he reached the counter along with a single finger. "1 of whatever you have that's coldest, please."

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[Reese Damado]

Two years he had been on the search. To find where it was that he belonged, to discover who he was as a man. Two years and he had found nothing. Two years and he was no farther than he was that day, so long ago, when the Sith imposed their reign over the world he had begun to call home. Wandering the galaxy, afraid and alone. Was this what fate had in store?

Reese sat along the edge of a stone flower bed that adorned one of the older buildings of Pandath’s many market squares dressed in a simple blue tunic and black pants. Inconspicuous in every sense but given the late hour, the citizens of Tanaab would soon begin filing back to their homes thus making his presence easier to notice. Still he could not leave yet, not that he had a home to return too. He hadn’t eaten since the morning and as the pains of hunger continued to eat away at his belly, he knew sleep would elude him until he satisfied his need.

Violet eyes scanned each of the people before him, searching for his target. It needed to be someone unsuspecting. Someone out of their element, a foreigner perhaps. Most of the people before him were local but soon his attention landed on one man, dressed in a heavy brown robe. Such thick layers on this hot and humid world? Clearly this man was not from Tanaab and clearly his pockets would soon be a touch lighter. With a slight smirk, Reese pushed himself off the flowerbed and non conspicuously circled the square to close in on his mark, watching as he pulled a few credits from a satchel that was on his belt

“One of whatever you have that's coldest, please”

As the man’s arm lifted to drop the payment on the counter, Reese knew it was time to make his move.

”Hey! Get back here, Todi!” He hollered, running towards the man through the crowd. Putting his dexterity to the test, Reese weaved through the citizens with ease but he was no doubt on a collision course for the man he believed to be unexpecting of what was to come. The Mirialan’s right shoulder would slam into the man’s ribs, just below his extended arm, forcing them both forward and to the ground. Reese never missed a beat, however, his right hand now within the drapes of the man’s robe and within reach of the coin purse. Fingers wrapping around the pouch and using the collision as his distraction, he would pull it free as they hit the ground.

”Shit! I’m so sorry!” Reese apologized as he scrambled to his feet, continuing to run after the imaginary Todi. ”Hey! Where did that dog go?! Todi?! Todi?!” he continued to holler, taking off at full speed once he was again on his feet. As he once again danced through the crowd with ease, a grin formed on his lips as he cast a quick look to the pouch in his hand. Looks like he’d be eating tonight after all.

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[Maxim Frey]

Maxim's mind flashed with a warning, and he rolled his shoulder back to turn his torso and lessen the blow that was coming. A young Mirialin was barreling towards him, hollering something. He didn't have time to move and took the blow, although the force of it was quite lessened. His body cushioned the blow for the teenager that landed on top of him and then popped up immediately with a quick apology, who then ran off into the crowd. The Jedi rose to his feet and brushed off the side of his robes before allowing his hand to unclench slightly and drop the holojournal that he had lifted off the young pickpocket into his open right hand.

Growing up in a life of privilege had taught him many things, but light fingers were not one of them. He had learned that from his work among Chandrila's disadvantaged as a teenager. It had allowed him to get closer to the people he wanted to help, and it had always been a geat party trick when he was at University. Learning all the tricks had been fun for the young man, and even now he still brushed up on them every now and then on unexpecting members of the Order.

The shopkeep was staring at him, holding a frosted glass in one hand and a skewer with grilled roba steak on it in the other. It smelled wonderful. He held the steak up questioningly. Maxim nodded and pointed to the meat. "I'll take 8 of those, a pitcher of whatever is in that glass, a second glass, and some of those grilled vegetables too." He pulled out a few chits from underneath his robes. "And I'll need all that to go. I've got a young thief to find."

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To anyone outside the Jedi's path through the market would have seemed random, darting this way and that, stopping by several walls and placing a hand against them for a moment with a look of concentration before moving on. In his left hand he carried a newly bought insulated bag, and his right remained free to help him move through the crowd. He'd lowered his hood and allowed a broad smile to grow across his face. Nothing was random. Everything happened for a reason. He wasn't sure what the reason for this was yet but he knew he was close to finding out.

His smile grew broader as he apprached an arch that led to a courtyard. He could feel a mind on the other side and it sure felt like the young thief. Stepping into the archway he allowed his bulk, what there was of it, to fill the entrance and looked around the courtyard. "There he is." He pulled the holojournal from his belt and held it up. "Hey, I think you dropped something."

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[Reese Damado]

Reese would finally come to a halt, resting his free hand on the arch of a courtyard as he struggled to catch his breath. He had ran long and he had ran hard, and was now absolutely certain he had shaken the poor man that had been relieved of his purse. Between ragged breaths, he looked down to his right hand and saw the satchel and immediately a toothy grin would grow. He knew he would need to wait for some time before he could go back and spend the money but he too knew that he would get to eat tonight.

Once he felt recovered enough, Reese moved from the arch to sit on the base of the hovering monument situated in the center of the courtyard, both feet just unable to touch the ground as they swung gently forward and back. Tossing the purse up in the air and catching it with a swift hand, Reese bathed in his delight for a moment longer before reaching down and undoing the clasp that held it shut. Turning it over into his left hand, only four credit chips slid out and into his palm, tarnishing his silent prideful celebration.

”You’ve got to be joking…” he complained, turning the credits over in his hand after tossing the purse over his shoulder. If he was lucky, it might by him a jogan but it would be far from filling his belly. Though he was let down with the size of his score, he still reminded himself that at least it was something. He should still be grateful, and he would be.

With a need to kill time, Reese laid back on the monument and closed his eyes, keeping a careful ear open for anyone who might approach. But nothing came. For a while longer he sat but as boredom began to eat away at him, the Mirialan decided maybe now was a good opportunity to read back in his journal, remind himself of the things he had discovered in his last couple years hopping from world to world.

Eyes still closed, credits in his left hand, Reese would shove his right deep into his pocket where he usually kept the recording device yet all he could feel were the walls of fabric. Eyes shooting wide, panic began to set in. That journal was all he had and while it held no significant financial value, it meant so much to him. Jolting upright, he dropped the credits on the monument base and frantically began tapping his trousers and digging deep into his pockets, but to no avail.

“Hey, I think you dropped something,”

Violet eyes darted up towards the archway he had only moments ago rested upon and saw none other than the robed man he had lifted the credits from. Unaware that he too had been pickpocketed, Reese immediately fell for the man’s claim in that it must have slipped out of his pocket during their fall. For a brief moment, he was awash with relief. Once the realisation set in that he had been caught, however, his stomach sunk to a new low.

”I… suppose you’re gonna want these back, huh?” Reese replied sheepishly as he scooped up the credits, squinting his right eye slightly in his embarrassment. There was no other way out of the courtyard except past this man, leaving the Mirialan with few options.

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[Maxim Frey]

”I… suppose you’re gonna want these back, huh?” The hungry and sheepish look the boy was wearing almost broke Maxim's heart. He shook his head slightly. "Its just a few credits. No skin off my back. But this, this seems much more important." He tossed the holojournal in a lazy arc towards the young Miralian. Before it got to him he stopped it and held it in midair with the Force, letting it rotate slowly within easy grabbing distance. Then he took a step forward.

"There are two lessons to be learned here though. One is never put yourself in any place where you don't have at least one route that you can use to run. And the second..." He tapped his left breast. "Is always keep your money and anything important next to your skin." Another few steps.

"I have a feeling though that you didn't lift from me for a cheap thrill." He held up the bag in his left hand. "I'm afraid I bought too much food for one person. Would you like to join me for dinner? It's Roba steak, one of my favorites. And I don't know what they put on the vegetables, but the spice they chose is absolutely perfect."

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[Reese Damado]

Reese gulped back his anxieties as the man approached but he was soon left dumbfounded as he was given the realization that the credits could indeed remain his. Kindness was not something the Mirialan had experienced since he left his home so he wasn’t entirely sure how to receive it as it was offered. Yet before he could speak a word, he moved to catch the tossed journal only for his hands to remain empty. Looking between his feet, believing he had missed the toss, he saw nothing. Not until he looked up in bewilderment only to see the journal floating before him. Reese’s jaw fell wide open. His hunger pains abated. His breathing slowed to nearly a stop. What was this?

The mysterious cloaked figure never stopped his approach, prattling on about lessons to be learned from this moment though Reese hardly heard him. Slowly he stretched out a hand to grab the journal, plucking it from the air with caution. Old holos and the like had suggested to him that perhaps it had been cursed, that touching it may unleash some sort of vast and untold evil on him. Yet there was nothing. Nothing but the offer of food and conversation. The Mirialan could not grapple with the reality of what had just occurred.

”How… How did you do that? That was you, wasn’t it?” he would ask of the man, motioning with his free hand in the general area that the journal had remained airborne. His violet eyes still reflected disbelief, unconvinced of what they had just seen. Surely this was all some sort of illusion. Perhaps he was just dreaming? Whatever the truth was, he didn’t care about the food at that moment. He didn’t care about the meager four credits now in his pocket. His mind was blown; he needed it put back where it belonged before he could worry about anything else.

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[Maxim Frey]

”How… How did you do that? That was you, wasn’t it?" Maxim nodded and let the journal go as the Miralian picked it out of the air. He took another few step and set theinsulated bag down on the ground as he took a seat about a meter away from the teenager. "Don't worry, it's not magic or anything. It's something much older than that. It's a Force that connects all living beings." The meal came out of the bag and Maxim set it up quickly. A small rough blanket that he laid out, then two disposable plates and glasses, and last but not least two gcontainers that contained the meal, a pitcher of something cold, and tools to eat with.

He opened up the containers and took two of the Roba steak skewers and a small scoop of vegetables and laid them on his plate. then he filled his glass with the liquid. The rest he pushed towards the young man. "Go on, eat. You look hungry." His hand found one of the skewers and raised it to his mouth, where he inhaled the scent of the meat and spices and the nblew on it gently to cool it down enough to take a small bite. Oh it was good. He savored it for a few chews before letting it slide down to his gullet.

Something was tickling at the back of his mind. The Force was pushing him for something. He took a deep breath and let his mind flow outwards around the courtyard. Everything became clear. The trees, the bugs, the reptiles, the mammals, all of them stood out in stark relief. And across from him... Across from him sat a very bright spot centered on the young Miralian. Maxim nodded slightly. The Force had most definitely brought him here, and he was starting to get a good idea as of why.

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[Reese Damado]

Hesitancy drew it’s reigns on Reese as the plate was pushed towards the boy, still sat upon the hovering monument. His stomach gnawed with hunger, desperate to accept this apparent gift, but a life on the streets had taught the Mirialan that while there were generous and good hearted people within the galaxy, there were an equal number of those poisoned by deceit and malice. This man had only moments ago been the victim of a pickpocket, thrown to his ass and lifted of his meager purse. It was quite clear that he had a surplus of credits on his person however, so perhaps this offer was genuine?

Cautiously, Reese allowed himself to slip off the platform and sit on the ground before this mysterious figure. Crossing his legs, never breaking the gaze of his violet eyes from this savior-apparent, his fingers tenderly moved ahead of himself and picked at the container of vegetables. Watching as he too ate from the same bowl, he found his anxieties eased and quickly placed the seared carrot against his tongue, barely chewing before swallowing it back.

There was something else about this man, what he had done, what he had said. This ‘Force’ he mentioned. The Mirialan had survived Denon but he had witnessed the massive fleet dot the skies above. He had heard the stories that circulated through-out the galaxy. All of known space was at risk of being pulled into another cataclysmic war between two religious sects, or so he had been told. He knew little on the matter but what he did know was his own experiences during the turmoil of the battle of Denon. How he and the other street urchins had been spared the blast and shrapnel of the grenade that sought to claim their lives.

”I’m Reese,” the boy admitted, still reserved on how much he could trust this man despite the offer of food, of which he continued to pick away at. ”You’re not from around here. I can tell. The people here… They don’t care much for beggars like me. So where are you from?” While the question may be interpreted as him inquiring about the man’s homeworld, he intended it far more acutely towards who he was rather than where he laid his head. Whether or not the man understood his intent was unknown but then again, he was unaware of just whom it was he was speaking with.

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[Maxim Frey]

"I'm Maxim, Maxim Frey. It's nice to meet you, Reese." He didn't reach out a hand or extend towards the boy at all. Beggars,and particalarly orphans, and Maxim knew deep down inside the boy was., Did not take kindly to unexpected or unwelcome contact. "And you're right, I'm not from around here. I'm from all over really." He took another bite of the steak and washed it down with the citrusy drink. "And I'm afraid that those less fortunate are overlooked by most of the galaxy. The people I call home do everything they can to help." Another bite of steak, then some vegetables. Maxim leaned back slightly and let the sun shine on his face.

His next words were careful and measured, but presented in a casual tone. "How did you come to be here, Reese? You don't see many Miralians this far away from home." He had to be careful here. The Force wanted him here, and he was almost positive this boy was why, and he did not want to do anything that could push that destiny out any further along the path.

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[Reese Damado]

Reese was only too well aware of how the less fortunate of the galaxy were treated. He had forfeited a life as a farm boy to explore the galaxy but soon found himself woefully unprepared for what he desired. The last few years of his life had been nothing but a struggle, a fight for survival while it seemed like every imaginable force was stacked against him. It was not his good fortune that he remained a child of the streets and alleys of Tanaab. It was not his good fortune that he often found himself struggling to sleep with an empty belly. It was not his good fortune that injuries nearly always went untreated and risked growing infected. Yet despite all this, his life could have been worse. He had seen what happened to many of his ‘friends’ on Denon, innocent bystanders claimed by a war they did not choose. He had watched as other street urchins died from starvation or were absorbed into street gangs, forced to fight against one another for food, credits or a small hit of spice to satisfy their newfound addictions. No, something he did not understand guided his hand in this life. Perhaps it had then too guided him to Maxim Frey.

”It’s a long story,” Reese responded as he passively reached ahead and pinched his fingers on another carrot. Indeed it was a long story and one he considered inconsequential, at least in the grand scheme of the bigger picture of life. His story was much like the others of his standing; the tale of a nobody. Placing the carrot in his mouth and allowing himself a few extra chews before swallowing, the boy’s violet eyes fell to the floor he was sat upon as he recalled the attack of Denon. The explosions, the soaring fighters that engaged the defence forces, the garrisons of troops that hassled the civilians as they ushered them into their homes. Maybe his story wasn’t so boring after all…

”Farmer’s kid that decided he needed to get away from his family,” The Mirialan continued, finally raising his violet gaze to meet that of the man sat across from him. ”Kinda just hopped from one place to another for a while, y’know? I was just a kid, wasn’t much I could do to make money so…” Tilting his head to his right shoulder, a look of guilt mixed with a sheepish grin, Reese was sure that Maxim would understand that he was forced into the life of a pickpocket to survive. ”I got by for a while on Denon but… Well, who hasn’t heard about what went down there, y’know?” Shaking his head slightly, he looked back to the plate and found himself a sliced piece of celery to snack on.

”What do you mean by ‘the people you call home’?” Reese asked back of the man, content with his own answer to his question. He had not missed the statement of Frey’s and he wondered just who he could mean. Pieces began to click into place in his mind; how Maxim had seemed to track him through the crowd with little difficulty, his claims of being part of a group of people dedicated to helping other, and of course there was his holojournal hovering before his very eyes. When Denon was invaded, people spoke of the attack by this ‘Sith Order’ and that they needed their counterparts to intervene if there was to ever be hope for the planet. ”You’re a….” Reese paused, searching his mind for what the word was. Snapping his fingers, he smiled slightly and pointed at Frey’s chest. ”A Jedi, right?”

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[Maxim Frey]

Max smiled and nodded slightly. "I am a Jedi." He took another bite of steak as he processed the story he had been told. At least, what the boy had been willing to share. There was more he wasn't being told but he was sure it would come in time. "Denon was a tragedy. Not many people made it off. You must be very lucky to have made it out of there intact."

He stretched his hand out and used the Force to pull the pitcher to his waiting fingers. As he refilled his glass he reached out with the Force and probed the bright spot in front of him. There was potential there, yes. Raw and untamed, but potential. With a slight movement he placed the pitched down again and leaned forward slightly. "The galaxy is an unforgiving place. Most of the people who end up in it on their own don't make it." A pensive look crossed his face for a moment. "Have there been other things in your life that you can't explain? Things that seem... Implausible? Things that caused a distraction or saved you just when they needed to?"

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[Reese Damado]

Maxim was certainly right; the galaxy had been unforgiving since he had ventured out on his own. Many did not make it, not without help in one way or another. Yet for the most part, he had done… well enough, he supposed. Certainly he could be better off but he always suspected that it was all only a matter of time until his path would be made clear to him. He hoped so, at least.

”I’m still here, right?” he replied, still sheepish though there was a detectable smugness in his eyes. Crunching his teeth down on the last bite of his celery stalk, Reese enjoyed it for a moment before plucking another vegetable from the tray, noticeably avoiding the meat.

Maxim’s next question was one that had seemed to come from nowhere. The Mirialan cocked an eyebrow for a moment as he chewed, trying to rationalize why he would ask such a thing. Not that he didn’t have an answer for him, indeed he did. It just seemed… odd. Of course, he was here sharing a meal with some sort of space wizard after he had just lifted him of his credits and watched him levitate a holojournal with his mind. Frey’s question was far from the weirdest thing about today.

”I-” Reese paused, replaying the memory that had been scarred into his mind for the thousandth time. For so long he had simply dismissed it as a misunderstanding; perhaps the detonator was farther away than he had originally thought. Maybe it wasn’t even a lethal explosive but a flash grenade? Could he have imagined the whole thing, a side effect of the trauma of the invasion? No. It was real. It had happened. He knew it. Gulping back his morsel, Reese’s violet eyes met Frey’s.

”During the attack… A bunch of other kids and me… We were hiding in this old shop. Soldiers were fighting in the streets. It was… loud. Then… It wasn’t. I can’t explain it but I saw this ball come in through the window and land at my feet. I blinked, and it was gone. The fighting kept going on outside. Then it happened. The glass shattered and this flashing grenade hit the ground ahead of me. It was like my life was on loop…” Reese winced at the memory, the screams of the dying soldiers outside, the shrieks of terror from his peers behind him. How he hated that day… ”I held my hands up to shield my face but when the explosion came, I felt nothing. No heat, no shrapnel. Nothing. The shop was devastated but we all survived and managed to escape into the alley at the back of the shop. I still don’t know what happened,”

Reese was unsure as to why he was opening up like this to a man he had never known. Perhaps it was the kindness Maxim had shown, but he could feel the compassion practically rolling off of the man. He was certainly one of the few good ones out there...

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[Maxim Frey]

He nodded slowly through the story at all the appropriate parts, and as it finished he leaned back and put his hands on his knees. "That is very lucky." The Force moved in ways that fit its own purpose and meaning and it manifested in ways that moved people to their destiny. "Very lucky indeed." Maxim fell silent for a few moments as he pondered. Since he had left Jow'kekiz 4 years before he had been largely on his own, running around the galaxy to planet after planet where he had been confined to conference rooms and meeting halls, every now and again staopping by the Temple on Yavin IV.

The young padawans that called it home had tried to prove themselves to him, showing off skills aquired or posing philosophical questions they thought would pique his interest. But every time he had left without a student, believing that the Force had something else in store for him. It had become something of a running joke around the Order, the negotiator who refused to see an alternate path for himself.

But had the Force brought him here for this? He hadn't even been meant to be here. He'd been a last minute replacement after the original Knight had come down with a nasty case of some Corellian disease. As the Jedi closest to Tanaab Maxim had been diverted. And after the negotiations today he had come straight down to the streets as he had become uncharacteristically frustrated. Then he had felt the need to geta drink at that exact stand after wandering the streets in a random pattern that was once again out of place in his highly regimented life. Perhaps I was meant to be here. It was something he hadn't been expecting, but he hadn't expected a Jedi to show up at his apartment all those years ago either.

He cleared his throat and looked at the young Miralian. "Well, I don't believe that you were meant to be here, Reese. At least not in the long term. I have an offer for you." He pushed his robe back and pulled his lightsaber away from his belt carefully. Holding it out to the young man he continued. "This is a lightsaber, and I built it with my own hands. It's the weapon of the Jedi, and one I truly believe that you were destined to wield. If you want to escape this life you can come with me, and I'll introduce you to a galaxy that needs people like you to keep it safe. I can teach you myself, or I can find another of my Order to do so. Or I can give you some credits and send you on your way to try and make it on your own." He cocked an eyebrow. "Although I think the latter option is one that would do both the galaxy and yourself a great disservice."

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[Reese Damado]

A single eyebrow arched upwards as Maxim suggested having an offer for the Mirialan. He’d already given him both a small purse of credits as well as enough food to guarantee he’d sleep tonight. What else could he offer? More money? Perhaps an actual bed to sleep on? Both would certainly be an appreciated gesture but Reese knew he couldn’t accept. He had left Saleucami to make it on his own and carve his own path. He had already been beaten down to becoming a common beggar, nearly extinguishing his need to be self-reliant but not entirely.

”Look, I appreciate everything you’ve already done bu-” Waving his hand dismissively as he spoke, Reese’s eyes soon fell on the chrome plated hilt that resided inside Maxim’s robes. Simplistic in design but beautiful all the same. His attention never diverted and his lips were slightly agape, not quite fully coming closed from his unfinished words. He had even hardly heard the rest of Maxim’s offer, only recognizing his statement as he offered to take him on as a learner or to bring him to the rest of his Order.

”You’re… asking me to become a Jedi?” Reese finally responded with disbelief. Farm boy on Seleucami, beggar on Denon, refugee on Tanaab. His path had been so utterly insignificant throughout his life that he couldn’t believe what he was hearing, a soft chuckle the result. ”This is a joke, right? Some kind of holonet prank?” Raising his arms and speaking the final words with an upward inflection, the corners of Reese’s lips turned upwards in a smug grin. Quickly he would look all around him, in every direction, for some sort of video probe that could have been recording the whole encounter. There was nothing.

Maxim’s silence pointed to this being a very legitimate offer and one that couldn’t simply be danced around with a joke. His grin faded as his eyes turned back to the lightsaber hilt in the Knight’s hand, resting on the weapon for a time. Analyzing it as well as what it meant for him to place his hand on it. What it would no doubt push him towards. He had nothing here, not even so much as a pillow to lay his head on, but accepting this weapon and this man’s offer could change that. It would also change his life almost certainly for the better… Right?

Reese moved his hand forward slowly, the tips of his fingers feeling the cold sensations of the metal object. Steadily they moved upwards until the bulk of the weapon lay beneath his open palm. Violet eyes flicked up to meet Maxim’s for a moment before turning back to the weapon as he closed his grip around it. Pulling the lightsaber back he quickly found that it weighed more than he would have expected. The Mirialan would turn it over in his hand, examining it from every angle, switching to his other hand and then back.

It wasn’t difficult to recognize where the blade would appear as Reese held the weapon away from both himself and Maxim, emitter pointed to the sky. The Mirialan’s thumb, clammy from his nervousness of wielding such a device, skipped across the steel until it found the activation stud. The silver blade jumped forth in the blink of an eye, vibrating and humming as it cast it’s bright glow across his green skin. For a moment Reese would stare in awe, moving the tip of the blade left then right, the unmistakable sounds of a lightsaber in motion filling the courtyard.

And then with a newfound brightness in his eyes, Reese would smile. He had found his path.

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