Basket Case

[Eisa Wex]

A small silhouetted object could be seen gradually growing in size as it swiftly descended towards the one of the secluded clearings within the forest, the body of the object glowing a brilliant white as the sun light reflected off of the exposed metal of the weathered paint work that adorned the personal freighter, as it cut through the layer of clouds. As the freighter swung around the crest of the mountain that over shadowed the secluded complex, the fiery haired pilot narrowed her eyes as she caught sight of the familiar structure that for part of her life she had called home, a light grin curling on her features as she punched in her long since outdated access codes before circling around and gently sweeping down towards the vacant clearing in the forest line.

The young pilot's emerald hued gaze, narrowing as she looked out of the cockpit to regard the assortment of ships concealed by netting. "I'm sure that ship hasn't moved" the fiery haired pilot spoke out mostly to her self, before she toggled a few switches on the console, and adjusted the throttle to power down her engines slightly. A series of tones crackling over the intercom as the security codes she had punched in were rejected. A Light chuckle escaping the pilot's lips as she wondered just how the Temple would react to the invalid landing credentials. "Yeah, they're gonna be on full alert" the pilot chuckled as she swung the ship into it's final landing approach.

With a sharp and abrupt touch down, the engines of the Rim Hopper soon gave out a tired whine as the ship was throttled down and the life extinguished from the engine exhausts. A series of strained clanging sounds resonated from the thrusters as they settled down into a dormant state,, before an equally strained sounding whirr of the boarding ramp pistons extended out from the underside of the freighter's fuselage. From within the ship, a slight framed figure emerged, her yellow cybernetic hand moving over towards the nape of her neck, digging into and kneading the tensed up muscles as she rolled her head back and forth, the bright orange fringe of her Mohawk flopping about from side to side.

Closing her eyes, as she stepped down the boarding ramp, the fiery haired female took a long deep breath of the fresh forest air, her mind touching onto the energies of the Force, as she reached out towards the nearby temple, sensing the movement within and also close by. A wild smile crossing her features as she tidied up her sleeveless leather jacket, just so she was a bit more presentable, after all it wasn't every day that she made an unannounced visit to her old homestead as it were. "I wonder if Master Har is still kicking about" Eisa murmured to herself as she jumped down the remainder of the boarding ramp and onto the grassy soil below, before proceeding to walk around to the front of her freighter towards the forest path that lead down to the temple, the wide grin holding over her features as she caught sight of the hurried advance of a figure. "Oi, Oi, Jedi!" the fiery haired female called out with a light cackle whilst her cybernetic left arm waved at the approaching figure.

@Catbert

 

[Nykoria Tallis]

Kori wasn't in a good mood. Back in the day, there used to be a nice and secluded spot. A place of refuge, training, and solitude. A place that only she knew about, and called her own. But since a couple of weeks ago, pilots have taken to landing their big, noisy, and irritating ships there. Those loud behemoths got everywhere! Apparently, there wasn't enough room for them near the temple. Or anywhere else on the planet, for all Kori cared.

As the Zeltron was doing her daily training run—dressed less like a Jedi and more like a random traveller—she heard another ship landing nearby. Kriff this poodoo. Frustrated at first, Kori then curled her lips in a grin of malicious joy. Since the clearing was anyone's property, she had taken some measures to ward off unwanted guests. Whoever had the audacity to land at her training ground would be in for a surprise.

Kori had heard the stranger greeting her from a distance, and even waved to her. The Zeltron then pretended to be regaining her breath after a fast-paced hike, oblivious to the world around her. She wiped the sweat off her forehead with a wrist, put hands on her knees, and tried to breathe through her nose. Meanwhile, a damaged training remote floated in front of Eisa's face.

That particular unit had seen better days. Its hull was welded together from two halves of clearly different metal. Some of the repulsors would periodically go offline, making the droid go up and down. However, the machine still intended to fulfil its primary programming. Floating backwards from Eisa, the remote emitted a familiar hissing sound. Many a Padawan who neglected their lightsaber training would develop a strong urge to dodge when hearing it. The sound meant "This is gonna sting."

To make it sting even more, three additional remotes surrounded the redhead. The Jedi used the droids for learning lightsaber techniques; however, this time they would be used for teaching a lesson. Set to sting damage, the drones were about to take turns and let fly at the intruder. Of course, Kori would have to interfere—as any good Jedi should—but hopefully not before the remotes could deliver the message once or twice... or maybe three times.

@Topher

 

[Eisa Wex]

A bemused expression crossed the flame haired female as she watched the approaching figure stop, and then hunch over as they tried to recoup their breath. A light sigh passing her lips, the cheerful greeting seemed to be a little premature - hoping that she wouldn't need to have to think up another off the cuff informal greeting. Watching as the Distant jedi continuted to recompose herself, the fiery haired figure's brow furrowed as the light hissing sound could be heard - it was too rhythmic to be one of her pneumatic hose lines coming loose again. " Kriffsticks, not these things!" Eisa exclaimed as her eyes finally set upon the training remote as it bobbed down Infront of her eye line, her eyes narrowing as she could hear the hissing of the remotes maneuvering exhausts, but the one Infront of her didn't move in time with the hissing sound.

"Ughh seriously.... " the fiery haired figure groaned in resignation as she looked about her person, only to confirm that there were three more of those infernal remotes - before mere seconds later, the new arrivals body suddenly lurched backwards, avoiding one of the stun bolts that been directed towards her shoulder from the first remote. As soon as she righted herself, Eisa reached for her hip, almost instinctively for her lightsaber. Her metallic cybernetic fingers wrapping only around air, the light saber, well more precisely it's stun baton proxy was still on the ship, the lightsaber - well that wasn't going to be much use given that the Kyber it once housed was suspended around her neck.

Yet curiously the Jedi further up the path seemed to be holding back, the pilot couldn't quite figure out what was stranger, the fact that the welcoming committee seemingly was now controlled by these hovering sadists, or that the Temple's security must of seriously seen some major cut backs! Still, without a weapon on her person, to contend with these glorified bug zappers figure might as well wing it, Eisa thought to herself, before just suddenly bounding away from her spot and towards the rear of her ship, the three remotes seemingly chasing the stranger, firing crimson bursts of energy towards the fleeing figure, only for their shots to miss their mark at the last moment - with the pony tailed pilot seemingly dodging the incoming shots by either cartwheeling or vaulting out of the way with near split second timing, as if it there was more than just dumb luck and instincts guiding her movements

The sound of remote fire and hissing continued as the fiery haired female continued to run around her ship, as if it were reminiscent of some slap stick comedy routine, with the droids splitting up to try and ensnare the stranger in a crossfire. The next shot fired from one of the remotes connecting with Eisa, well more precisely the artifical part of her, as she swatted at the energy burst with her cybernetic hand, before quickly diving into a roll on the floor, to evade the next two shots, her remaining hand snatching up part of a fallen branch off the ground as she scrambled back onto her feet.

As she sprang back up right, Eisa adopted the soresu defensive stance, with the branch being held as a proxy for a light saber. The wild triumphant grin on her features melting away as her eyes clocked that the branch was snapped in half "You've gotta be kriffing me" Eisa groaned in resignation, before swinging the stick to intercept a stun bolt.

 

[Nykoria Tallis]

The Zeltron took her sweet time to catch her breath and assess the situation. Just long enough for one to suspect that Kori was enjoying the show; but definitely not long enough to openly accuse her of inaction. Alas, the intruder was too good—definitely a Force-sensitive—and hadn't gotten her lesson. With a sigh, Kori waved off an unruly strand of her indigo hair. Stalling any longer would be un-Jedi-like. Perhaps the stranger didn't get the hint. The Knight unclipped a saber hilt from her belt and jogged towards the clearing.

Only at the very end of the stretch did Kori accelerate. As the Zeltron was right behind the stranger's back, she ignited the azure blade with a loud whir... An energized swoosh, and the blaster shot was redirected at the droid that had stealthily hovered behind the fiery-haired woman and tried to catch her off guard. As the bolt hit the machine, it was out of the training session. The remote beeped a huffy tune and hovered away.

Now back-to-back with the uninvited guest, Kori adopted a defensive stance: the blade parallel to the ground and at the level of her chest. "Wrong place to land, Padawan," she deduced from the stranger's apparent attunement with the Force and the lack of lightsaber. Meanwhile, the three remaining droids circled the pair, led by the one that Eisa had first seen.

@Topher

 

[Eisa Wex]

Turning round to face the source of the humming lightsaber, the fiery haired stranger looked at the neon blue light that was being held in a defensive stance. An inquisitive eye brow arched as the stranger looked first at the light saber, its wielder then the snapped branch in her own hand, then the light saber, and then the branch again - before just shrugging and tossing the lump of dead wood behind her over her shoulder. The discarded branch despite the nonchalant way it was disposed of, managed to contect with the hovering remote droid that was behind her, getting lodged into the thruster port and throwing it off balance, so that it in turn collided with the second one that had been tailing her. It seemed no sooner than the two droids were taken out of action the Jedi abruptly spoke out the command code to terminate the training programme.

A confused look grew over the fiery haired figure's features, as the zeltron spoke rather bluntly about this being the wrong place to land, as well as referring to her as padawan. A light chuckle escaped her lips as she turned to look back at her ship scratching at the back of her head in thought with her cybernetic arm. "So guessing this isn't the overflow parking any more huh?" Eisa spoke out with a light grin and a shrug, her bright emerald eyes beaming with the lingering buzz from the burst of activity a few moments prior, as much as she groaned at their first appearance, getting the old ticker going after being sat on her backside for several straight hours was quite renergising.

The bright wide eyes narrowed slightly as the now seemingly illegally parked pilot regarded the Zeltron female in front of her, a look of bordering suspicion and pensive thought pressing on her features as she studied the Jedi in front of her. "any ways by the looks of it, neither of us are padawans any more!" she spoke out rather exitably as she side stepped and leaned to her side a little to get a peak towards the back of the Jedis head, completely unfazed or caring about the burning blade of plasma that was still in between the two of them."yep, you lost your Braid! Nice one purp's!" the Pilot cheerfully added with a quick moment of applause, before turning her attention towards the path that lead towards the temple and seemingly inviting herself in by taking a few steps towards the path, "Is Master Har still grumpy as ever?" Eisa added with a wild grin, as she turned to look towards the seemingly perplexed Jedi Knight.

 

[Nykoria Tallis]

The kriff she thinks she is?! Kori thought as the stranger had disabled more remotes with a broken stick than the Jedi Knight with a karkin' lightsaber! Even more irritated now, she grumbled "Training off" before finally turning to face the stranger. Absorbed in self-bashing and other negative emotions, Kori even forgot to extinguish the blade. "This was never a parking. It is a training ground, and your ship is right on top of my meditation spot," the Jedi replied, struggling to muster any serenity and peace she had left. Not that the guest would care; something else was clearly on her mind. The joy of homecoming and... recognition?

Kori's eyes tracked the stranger while she tried to get a better glance at the Zeltron's hair. The guest seemed familiar, but only the word "purps" finally got the cogs in Kori's head spinning the right way. Only one person in the Order had addressed her that way, long ago. Reluctantly, she extinguished the lightsaber. "Firehair," the Zeltron half-asked and half-stated with a raised eyebrow and a shade of a smile.

Who would've thought that Kori would be even remotely glad to see that? What was her name again? The person whose very presence could disrupt the Zeltron's meditation back in the day. The person who embodied everything Kori was not: trained from the early years, and wielding a lightsaber at the age when Kori wasn't even a Padawan. And yet, despite the initial unfriendliness and past experiences, the guest's cheerful and friendly attitude was slowly winning Kori over. Those are her emotions, Nykoria, not yours. Probably.

On the outside, however, the Jedi didn't show those doubts struggles. She simply tilted her head with a wry smirk: "I wouldn't know. Master Har is often absent, and our paths hardly cross when he is around." The Zeltron clipped the lightsaber to her belt where it belonged, and made a couple of steps towards the new guest. "You, on the other hand, have been absent for much longer. Why come back now?" Kori's tone wasn't nearly as hostile as before. But there was still a lot of catching up to do, not to mention the half-buried hatchets to deal with. One of which had just brought Eisa to Ajan Kloss and was still standing on top of Kori's favorite spot for training and meditation.

@Topher

 

[Eisa Wex]

Curling her lip up in a slight moment of disappointment at the revelation that the Jedi Master was absent from the Temple, before letting out a resigned sigh. "Well suppose that's a good thing, think Har would still want to lecture me over something", Eisa spoke with a light shrug, before chuckling awkwardly - her mind rolling back to the countless lines of; too reckless, too impulsive, you are going to get yourself hurt. Though perhaps especially with the later statement her former Master was right, she did get herself hurt - and had a shiny yellow robotic arm and exoskeletal braces on her leg, not to mention the various other cybernetic implants to prove that her former master was right.

Stopping in her advance to the Temple, as the Zeltron Knight added to the proceedings, stating the fact that the fiery haired Pilot had been notably absent, before questioning why now, had she decided to return. Biting her lip for a moment, the humans features contorted into a look of hard thought, as she tied to recall exactly why it was she had suddenly reappeared out of the blue after six or so years. "ummm... Hang on" Eisa spoke out tentatively as she chewed on her lips, before with a sudden spark of realisation followed by a snap of her fingers. "That was it, I recovered some old Jedi scrolls and books in a shipping crate during a salvage operation on an old imp ship" she announced rather excitabily, as she spun round on her heel to point back at her ship. "Figured it was best making sure they stay in the right hands, that and have some other odds n sods if your supplies are running low" Eisa added before a wide grin crossed her features, as she put her hands on her hips.

A light chuckle passed through the estranged Padawans lips as she regarded the Zeltron Knight for a moment longer before stepping off to the Side, her natural hand waving in a gesture for Nykoria to follow her to the back of her ship.

 

[Nykoria Tallis]

The longer Kori spent around the newcomer, the more certain she was that it was indeed the Firehair. What Kori remembered about her is that she had gotten into an incident on a mission, and then quietly disappeared from the temple one day. Only to return now, years later: with a new haircut, new outfit, new arm, and the old nonchalant attitude. That attitude reflected on Kori somewhat, making it harder and harder for her to come up with reasons to dislike the "old arrival". Maybe I should let bygones be bygones. The parked vessel wasn't a bygone, but hopefully that problem would solve itself soon enough.

"Jedi writings, you say? That sure sounds curious," the Zeltron couldn't but feel the same as the ex-Padawan about this discovery. The Order always sought pieces of ancient lore, and if the wayward Padawan ran across something like that, it was undoubtedly good news. "Supplies are always welcome as well." The Jedi strived to make the galaxy a better place, and one could only help so much without resources. As Kori wasn't even aware of the expired landing credentials, she wouldn't let the protocol get in the way.

As the Pada...—no, freelancer—invited Kori towards the ship, the Zeltron just nodded and walked by her side. "So, what's like it out there?" Ever since settling in on Ajan Kloss, Kori usually wasn't the one to initiate small talk. But Eisa's energy ran high, to the point of being contagious. Especially for a Zeltron. While walking, Kori wondered how her own life would've turned out if she hadn't been Force-sensitive and hadn't been taken to Ajan Kloss. Would she have even been the same person? Regardless, it would have to wait. Herself and Firehair had Jedi business to attend to.

@Topher

 

[Eisa Wex]

Turning her gaze off to the side, the fiery haired female cocked her head at a slight angle - something catching her attention within the landing gear compartment. Her eyes narrowing as she inspected a loose cable for a moment before turning her attention back to the Zeltron Jedi, as she questioned her about what life was like outside of the Order. "It's weird out there... In a good way" Eisa commented as she returned her attention back to the loose cable, pulling it taught and feeding into the enclosure and using her cybernetic hand to tighten the restraining lug securing the cable in place.

"Before what happened on Telos, with the whole explosives meeting body thing" she resumed as she eased out from within the landing gear compartment, her metallic arm waving about to put emphasis on what had happened - not quite sure as to who else in the Order other than the council knew what had happened on the mission that cost her part of her body. "life was just full of rigid routine ya know... Wake up, go on a training run, meditate, eat, study texts meditate train some more, sleep. Wash rinse repeat" Eisa continued in a drawling tone, her eyes hands and head rolling at the feigned monotony as how she had perceived her Jedi life.

"But out there in the black, everyday is a different challenge" the fiery haired pilot spoke out before gesturing for Kori to follow her up the boarding ramp and into the bowels of her freighter, that despite its weathered and run down appearance, with cables and pipes hanging out of part disassembled compartments - looked pretty homey, with trains of string lights, posters and various nick nacks that had been collected over the last few years fastened to the bulkheads. "One day the anti matter injectors would fail, the next you've jumped into an ion storm during the morning and in the afternoon you're patching up your Hull in an EV suit hidden in an asteroid because you took a beating fending off some pirates that were attacking a cargo hauler" she continued whilst picking up the deactivated protocol droid that had slumped over a shipping container, being extremely careful not to activate him as she found a new place to ditch the droid in the hold.

 

[Nykoria Tallis]

Telos and explosives. Kori hadn't heard that story before. But Firehair made it clear enough where she had gotten her yellow prosthetic arm. Ajan Kloss felt too safe at times; but the ex-Padawan was a living example that the life of a Jedi wasn't as glamorous as people thought. And a reminder of grim reality of the galaxy. I could end up in her shoes once. Lose a limb, or even worse...

Yet despite the hardships, Firehair seemed to be... at peace. Not in the Jedi understanding of the word; it was more about being where she belonged. The insides of her freighter only drove it home further. And although Kori had grown accustomed to a day's routine of a Jedi, she could also see why someone would choose a different life. Especially the one so vivid and eventful as Firehair made it seem. Dangerous too, sure. But probably not much more dangerous than being a Jedi on a mission.

During the tour around the ship, the Zeltron was more of a listener than a speaker. Especially since she had to circle around or slip under the cables, pipes, bulkheads, and whatnot. "Yeah," Kori replied, as she had finally caught up with her guide. This time the Zeltron was speaking genuinely, as if to an old acquaintance, and not some annoying intruder: "You do make it sound like fun..." she paused, looking at the string lights and the posters. "But also like something I'm not suited for. I ain't a mechanc like you," Kori turned to her host and shrugged, watching Firehair haul off a protocol droid. "I'd probably have this ship totalled by the end of the month. So, I'll take training and meditation," an actual serene smile was on her lips for the first time today.

@Topher

 

[Eisa Wex]

A hearty laugh rang out from the fiery haired female, as she shot an amused expression towards the Jedi Knight the remark about the if it were the other way around the ship would be totaled by now, Eisas bright emerald eyes welling a bit from a few tears that formed. "Oh trust me Purps, if I can figure out which is the business end of a sonic driver any one can" she responded after she had settled down from the moment of amusement. "I only kinda know what I'm doing cos spent five odd years doing grunt work on transporters so can save up for this ol girl" she added as she dumped the protocol droid on a workbench. Careful not to activate the infernal thing so he didn't launch into another passive aggressive tyraide at the injustice that she was cannibalising the droid for parts to repair her limbs.

Folding her arms out behind her back, and then stretching them out for a moment before a hand adjusted the dual just above the small of her back that was mounted on a powerpack that hung off her belt. Altering the tensioning of her exoskeletal leg brace for a moment before turning it back to where it was. "It's kinda like being a Jedi in an odd way I guess, y'learn all that ya can, but ya ain't gonna master everything" Eisa resumed before she knelt down beside a concealed hatch, and popped it open revealing a dented and aged looking cargo crate. "Ya just gotta find what suits you best" she added before letting out a grunt as she pulled the container out from its hidden alcove.

"Mean I I know at times, it gets pretty lonely up front, just sitting there staring out into the black - do some times question whether stepping down from the Order was the right choice" the pilot spoke, whilst crouching down to the side of the side of the container, her gaze periodically looking up to meet Koris as she spoke whilst entering the locking combination code. "But out there y'are judged against what ya do, and not who y'are or what ya should be" Eisa continued. Before hissing in frustration as she keyed in the wrong digit into the keypad. "Theres no weight of expectations to carry on ya shoulders" she added with a light grin, as the locking mechanisms released on the Container and a light hissing escaped as it depressurised, as thr lid creaked ajar.

Pulling the lid wide open, the fiery haired females features pursed in thought as she regarded her old lightsaber hilt atop of the recovered texts. "What about the Order? What's the life of a Jedi like these days? " Eisa inquired as she picked up her old hilt and set it down beside her, before reaching back into the container, and pulling out a couple of leather wrapped manuscripts baring the Jedi logo embossed into the leather cover and handing them over to the Jedi Knight to inspect

 

[Nykoria Tallis]

Only once Kori saw Firehair deal with her cybernetics, did she notice that the former Padawan had lost more than an arm. Had the Zeltron known that 5 minutes ago, she would've been bashing herself even more for being outperformed by Eisa. But after cooling off, Kori's competitiveness and irritation made way to compassion. She sympathized with her former colleague, even forgetting about Firehair's poor choice of the landing pad for the time being.

Besides, the freelancer had a point. About being a Jedi, about having doubts, and about the expectations. Kori had experienced it too, but in a different manner. It's just that Firehair had found her place in the galaxy outside of the Order, whereas Kori had found it in the Order. Or did anyone have any set place at all? After all, the ex-Padawan still carried her lightsaber hilt. Perhaps it was living in the moment tha mattered. That's some food for meditation, Knight Tallis.

Meanwhile, the former Padawan handed over the manuscripts to Kori. As the old leather touched Zeltron's hands, Kori could almost feel the history behind it.

The effort of the person scribbling the glyphs long after the twin suns had dipped below the horizon. The people gathering round the fire as those glyphs were being read outloud. The reverent touches of Jedi scholars. Someone holding the manuscripts close to heart while running for his life...​

A question had taken Kori out of her trance-like state. She glanced at the glyphs—they were too old, and the Zeltron couldn't understand them. She'd have to hand them over to the Council or some Jedi scholar. "Well," Kori was caught off guard by this question, so it took her a while to come up with the answer. But then a barely-noticeable smirk crossed her lips, as she replied with a slight mischievous undertone: "You know how it is. Training sessions, meditations, eating, studying, sleeping. Rinse and repeat."

The Zeltron winked to Eisa, before adding with a more casual tone: "Occasionally interrupted by lightsaber practice, missions of varying degrees of deadliness, and former Padawans bringing in some ancient Jedi texts." Kori shrugged, as her tone became more serious: "On the bright side, I'm not judged here for being able to levitate a boulder or sense a thing's past by touching it. Had enough of that prejudice on Coruscant." She didn't even know why she'd bring up a decade-old event now, but she just... felt like it. Firehair seemed mature enough to understand... probably unlike her 6-years-before self.

@Topher

 

[Eisa Wex]

An arched eyebrow raised on the pilots features as Korie responded with a near word for word repetition of how she had summed up her life within the Jedi Order, a slight rolling of her eyes following as the thought that she should have expected something like that to come as a response - the saying going something along the lines of walked right into that one crossing her mind as she folded her arms across her chest as shook her head in a teasing manner. Nodding as the Zeltron night continued, Eisa resumed rummaging through the container, pulling out some miscellaneous scrolls, text books and data slabs that had been recovered on her journey.

Her bright emerald gaze scanning over the contents of one of the scrolls, its contents detailing the various stances of the First Form of lightsaber combat. Before looking uptowards Kori as she commented about her finding acceptance of her abilies within the Order, rather than being stigmatised for her gifts. "Yeah, it's still kinda like that out there, lot of distrust for the space wizards and their magical abilities that the normal folks don't understand" the vistor commented as she placed the additional Jedi texts to the side, a slight shrug of her shoulders lingering for a moment as she pursed her lips in thought for a moment. "Least here ya don't need to worry about that side of the galaxy" Eisa added offering a light smile, before her features furrowed a little, the sentiment taking her back to when she had acquired the Rim Hopper to begin with.

"Had a run in with a Knight bout a year back, all beaten an bloody he was, hunted and jumped by some gang he thinks " Eisa revealed as she looked up towards Kori for a moment, before reaching back Into the container - starting to wonder that perhaps it might of been a better idea to have sorted through all its contents before she landed. "had to smuggle him off Roonadan" she added with a light chuckle, as her thought trained back to the protests voiced by the Knight that the ploy would fall flat on its face - the joke being on him as her plan worked, and was able to get him off the planet and to safety.

"Boy was he miffed" Eisa chuckled, a light grin crossing her features as she looked back on the exchange that took place once she had let him out of the crate, starting from the initial indignation of it all, to then sensing her bond with the Force. "The funny thing was, he tried to get me to sign up to train as a Jedi....." she resumed with a wide grin, before pausing for a moment as she fished out a pendant that was resting under the collar of her top, revealing her cyan hued Kyber crystal. "Yeah, I dunno whether he was more surprised when I shown him this, or when I stuffed into a cargo crate to get him off Roonadan"

Yet after allowing a few moments to let out a bout of laughter at the recollection, the fiery haired female's features darkened a little, joking aside there were a few aspects surrounding the Order that had concerned her whilst on her travels. "Whats the Jedi's view on this Eternal Order lot?" Eisa inquired, her tone and expression completely deadpan serious for once during her homecoming visit. "Is it just another group of cultists to keep an eye on, or are they likely to be as dangerous as that Archany guy have been hearing about in the outer rim worlds?" she continued for a moment before allowing a light sigh escape her lips. "If you can avoid em, Hutt controlled worlds are very dicey at the moment cos of him killing Durrs Karkstain brat, if anyone thinks that you're carrying anything that remotely resembles a lightsaber or looks Jedi like, you're getting stopped" She explained before retrieving that last if the hidden Jedi texts out of her secured crate, setting them aside and then placing her empty hilt into the container.

"So it's creating a lot of space wizard resentment out there, I got stopped for carrying my stun Baton, but think the guy was trying to extort me" Eisa added, her tone lightening at little as a wide grin curled at the edge of her lips, at the mention of the attempted extortion. "he got the message that it wasn't a lightsaber when he took the business end of the baton to his junk"

 

[Nykoria Tallis]

Kori put all the scrolls handed to her onto the workbench, and rested her elbows on it as well, leaning against it with her back. This was looking up to be a slightly longer stay than she expected, so the Zeltron might as well get comfortable. She gave the Eisa's words some thought. A part of her actually wanted to visit Coruscant again, but without having to deal with the poodoo she had been through at the academy. Perhaps there's more to Firehair keeping her lightsaber tucked away than just leaving the Order.

She listened to the freelancer's tale about a wounded Jedi, curious expression on her face. "You know... When I first saw you handle those remotes with ease, I had similar thoughts. I mean, you'd make a great Padawan..." the Zeltron paused and smirked. "... If you picked better landing spots. But don't tell me that you stuff anyone who offers you to be their Padawan into cargo crates. Because that's not my favorite way to travel."

But then the talk gravitated towards the more serious matters, and Kori sensed that shift. She shrugged, her expression now more concerned: "I'm not sure what the entirety of the Order think. To me, it's just a reason to stay more alert. I mean..." the Zeltron paused, trying her best to put it. "The Order's got to do what the Order's got to do, with those Eternal guys around or not. If they attack us, we defend ourselves. If they cause trouble, and we can help, we probably should."

There were a lot of topics that Kori had heard only in passing, being somewhat of a hermit: "Anyone who can show up on Coruscant, kriff things up, and live to brag about it is dangerous. Thanks for the heads up, I'll try to be careful. Something tells me it's safer to be you than me out there." She tilted her head and chuckled a little, as Firehair switched the topic to something more lighthearted: "Guess he's lucky it wasn't a lightsaber you were carrying."

Extending her hand, the Knight glanced at Eisa to get her approval before summoning the additional writings, glancing over them, and putting them onto the workbench, next to the rest. "Thank you, by the way. Though I don't really have much in the way of credits, and I'm not sure what sort of arrangement you have with the Order about all this stuff and supplies..."

@Topher

 

[Eisa Wex]

A bemused expression crossed the fiery haired females features, as the Zeltron make me ruin that she didn't have much to odder in terms of credits before going on to query what arrangements were in place between her and the Jedi council with regards to the recovered documents and supplies. The bemused and almost dumbfounded expression lingered on Eisas features for a few minutes, as her bright emerald hued eyes rolled about as the contemplated the notion. The thought of being recompensed for her various supply drops hadn't really crossed her mind, partly due to the almost hit and run nature of her past visits, land dump the cargo and go on to her next destination - this probably was the first time she had spoke to her former kin beyond a rushed exchange that would be expected from a teen eager to get back from school, get changed and head right back out.

The bemused expression on the red heads features melted away into a wide grin as she just laughed in response to the notion. "don't worry about it purps, keep your creds in your pocket, I do know what it's like being a Jedi" she spoke whilst waving to dismiss any offering gesture. "Kriff if the Jedi were rolling in it then might ask for a full tank of fuel and an overhaul on the ships engines. But given how the robes are made from wool and not fine silks think its safe to call it a freebie" she added begire casting a playful wink.

Still chuckling slightly at the notion of the Jedi Order being up in the same wealth brackets as tycoons, the former padawan bent over and lifted up her empty hilt and returned it back into the container, on top of the remaining Jedi articles that had once been her personal effects as a Padawan.
Closing up the container, the pilot let out a few grunts as she shoved the crate into the awkwardly angled smuggling compartment, before proceeding to seal it all back up.

Once the panel had been secured in place. Eisa git bavk onto her feet proper, and paced away from Kori, headed towards the cargo and shopping containers that were strapped to side of the hold. Walking past the fist two stacks before coming to a stop at a green plastoid crate, Eisa removed the strapping clamps and dragged the container forwards. "Power cells and replacement power relays, guessing you're still using the old bodged systems the Resistance set up" Eisa spoke with a slight grunt and a pant as she pulled the crate away from the others, before resuming her walk along the containers, her lips pursing as she looked over the stored inventory in front of her. "Ah ha. Bacta supplies, just don't tell any one how I got em" the red head remarked as she reached fir the white supply crate emblazoned with the iconography of Zaltin Corp, a rather high end and well known manufacturer of Bacta based medical supplies and medical equipment. "Might of pissed off a few Hutt cartels lifting these from their 'liquidators' " the pilot chuckled as she shuflled the crate off from its racking, pausing in her action to give air quotes at the liquidators. The way she saw it, the med supplies were better off being lifted whilst they were still hot, to distribute to those more in need than some blsvk market goons. Who were they going to complain to that some one lifted their stolen goods.!

 

[Nykoria Tallis]

Being called 'purps' yet again reminded Kori of better, less troubled times. Early years at the Coruscant academy, the start of her apprenticeship... The Zeltron closed her eyes and chuckled softly: "Well, if you do run across those fine silks, make sure to drop by again. I wouldn't mid a better robe." Kori tilted her head curiously as she saw the secret compartment of the Firehair's ship. The Sector Ranger that Kori never became noted that. Good to know where people hide that stuff.

The Jedi followed Eisa as she set aside the cargo she had brought for the Order. A donation of sorts. Kori didn't like feeling obliged, but the notion that it was for the Order, and not for herself, made it easier on her. Then Firehair brought up the origin of some of the goods, and that made the Zeltron tilt her head. On the one hand, it felt wrong; but on the other hand, she knew that the Jedi Order couldn't survive without donations. After a few moments of contemplation, Kori forced a smirk on her face and wink. "The Jedi don't give up our own. So don't worry, my lips are sealed. The Masters don't need to know everything."

Reaching out with her hand, the Zeltron closed her eyes briefly, took a deep breath, and lifted the containers in the air. A soft gesture made them float through the corridor and towards the exit ramp, followed by Kori's hand. "Well, guess there are some benefits of Jedi living amongst themselves," she turned her head to the pilot. "I'd get a lot of sideways glances if I did that on Coruscant."

@Topher

 

[Eisa Wex]

Stepping out of the way as Kori, summoned the Force to her and extended it around the two crates, levitating them and moveing them out of hold and over towards the loading ramp. The fiery haired pilot followed behind, offering a light grin and a nod as the Zeltron commented about the perks of the Jedi being isolated and living remote from the Galaxy at large. "Oh definitely" Eisa responded with a light chuckle. "Surprised they didn't burn you at the stake, the way some regard the use of the Force" She added, as she came to a stop at the top of her boarding ramp, crossing her arms and leaning against the bulkhead of her ship, whilst Kori continued manoeuvring the crates into the clearing.

"But even if the Masters do find out" Eisa spoke out as she nodded towards the crate of medical supplies, a wide grin crossing her features. "Just let them know that the rest went to those who needed it, rather than going towards filling some black market profiteer's pockets" she added, somewhat tickled at the thought of the Cartel returning to the dead drop only to find that their black market goods had been replaced with crates full of sand. "Might be a scaly wag in their eyes, but I still know wrong from right" She concluded with a playful wink.

Rolling her head away, so that her gaze was being directed to the flight deck of her ship, the pilot pursed her lips in thought for a moment, figuring that for the best part she had fulfilled the core reasoning for her return trip to her former home, dropping off supplies and the errant texts she had recovered. Her mind moving towards the next in her destinations. "Hey Purps, I'm gonna be headed off to the scrap mountains on Lotho Minor, once i've finished my supply runs. If theres anything you want me to keep an eye out for, shoot me a comms channel" Eisa called out as she returned her attention back towards the Jedi Knight, a bright grin crossing her features as she moved her cybernetic limb towards her tool pouch hanging off her belt to retrieve a data chip with all her comms codes. "Or even if you guys get in a pinch, fire me a wave ok?" she added before tossing the data chip towards the Jedi knight, before realising that she was still levitating those crates! Then again, it was more stemming from the fiery haired female's limitations in the Force, not being able to multi task as well as she once used to, but the Zeltron was a Knight, she should be more than capable of catching the data chip without dropping the cargo. Right?

 

[Nykoria Tallis]

"Oh, if it weren't for my Master, this purple witch would have been burned," Kori's remark more serious than sarcastic, as she focused on maneuvering the crates through the cargo hold and towards the ramp. It wouldn't be long before she was back at the clearing. "And yeah, if you didn't know wrong from right, we'd have to interfere and bring you in," the Zeltron Jedi replied with a smirk and a wink of her own.

Still floating the containers, Kori listened to what Firehair had to say about the destination. Lotho Minor didn't sound familiar. Turning her head and throwing a momentary glance at the incoming object was enough. Kori lifted up her free hand, with palm facing backwards, and summoned the chip into her hand. The Zeltron hadn't been knighted for nothing, which she aptly demonstrated. The crates reeled in the air, threatening to fall, but ultimately remained floating, as Kori kept her other hand outstretched.

You rock, girl. That felt satisfying. There was a time when Firehair, a Padawan, had surpassed Kori—a mere initiate at that point—in command of the Force. But time, persistence, and training had taken care of that. Although the Knight knew she shouldn't take pleasure in that, Kori just couldn't help it.

Putting the crates on the ground gently, the Zeltron turned around, facing her once-fellow-Padawan. "I thought we agreed on fine silks for the robes," Kori chuckled, before waving the thought off with the free hand. "But most importantly.... Don't be a stranger!" she paused, unsure whether she'd even want to bring it up. "... And try not to land on my head next time. I kind of like to meditate here!"

With that, the Zeltron made a few steps backwards, preparing for Eisa's disappearance inside the ship and the subsequent loud and inevitable takeoff. She'd only make a salute with 2 fingers directed at the cockpit, accompanied by a genuine smile. In small part, the smile was due to getting the meditation spot back soon; but in larger part due to a surprisingly pleasant blast from the past.

@Topher

 

[Eisa Wex]

A wide grin crossing her features as the Zeltron Knight called out about the fine silks, making the fiery haired pilot chuckle at the realisation that whilst Kori had advanced leaps and bounds in her understanding and mastery of the Force and education, she was sorely lacking in the knowledge of the outside verse beyond the atmosphere of Ajan Kloss. Shes gonna need to get off world more often Eisa thought to herself with a light chuckle, before waving to the Zeltron. "No risks of that Purps, Next time i'm in the system I'll look you up" she called out before smacking her hand against the door control panel - activating the closing sequence of the boarding ramp.

Stopping as she was stepping away from the closing ramp, as she could make out that the Jedi Knight had called something else out to her, but her words telling her not to park in the meditation spot was drowned out by the sound of the ramps pistons and actuators grinding and whiring. "Didn't hear ya, need to oil up these pistons, they're too noisy" she called back before the ramp sealed shut with a hiss. Shrugging as she dismissed the thought the pilot stepped into the hold of her ship and firmly closed the bulkhead door behind her.

Making her way towards the cockpit of her ship, Eisa jumped down onto her seat, and started toggling various switches, turning dials and pulling levers as she powered up the ship and prepped it for take off. Taking a last glance of the Jedi temple world, through the view port, the fiery haired pilot arched over to the side to catch the salute gestured from the Zeltron. A wide grin crossing her features as she returned the gesture before reaching for the over head control switches. "May the Force be with you Purps" Eisa murmured as she wiggled herself deeper into the padding of her seat before strapping herself in.

With a sudden growl and forceful wash of air, the engines roared into their full drive state lifting the freighter off of the ground - gradually raising it up and over the surrounding tree canopy line. Once the Rim Hopper was clear and climbing in altitude, the ship started banking round off to the side circling round slightly before being pulled into a steep climb, the distant rumble of it's engines intensifying as the pilot fully opened the throttle and accelerated out of the atmosphere and into the endless black void of space. The last sign of her ship's departure being the sudden blue flash in the sky above as Eisa made the jump to hyperspace, once again leaving her past life behind her and heading back into her life of adventure out in the stars beyond the Jedi world.

End Thread.