Max had left the collection of Jedi behind him, moving freely despite his lack of a wheelchair. Just proved, to his mind, that the healers' rule about patients always leaving in wheelchairs was a load of old shite. He had taken some pretty heavy karking hits on Sullust and his memory was kind of hazy about the trip back after making sure to evade any pursuit but he still knew well enough that he hadn't taken any hits to his legs.
He might have just been getting frustrated with their continued insistence about the prosthetics, honestly.
Still, using the Force to steady it, Max drew a cigarette out from one of the pockets of his outfit and headed off down to the side hanger he had messaged Talak to meet him in. He didn't care if Talak took his time in getting there or if he only showed up as a way to make sure no one but Max saw him board a ship to leave so he could slip away quietly.
He wanted to talk to the man away from pretty much anyone else half because he wasn't sure how Talak was feeling about crowds of Jedi these days and half because he wasn't sure how everyone would react to what he had to say. Hell, Max wasn't even sure what Talak would do after he'd said his piece; he didn't know the man's past at all but he had picked up from rumors that it hadn't been all light and sunshine. And right now?
Talak was certainly far from sunshine and rainbows but he hadn't stepped as far away from the Light as some others he'd known. No, there were dark clouds in the sky that was Talak's soul, but that didn't mean that night had fallen...
And here he was getting poetic inside his own head. Lighting his cigarette, Max settled down atop a small crate, just watching the jungle through the entrance of the hanger as he waited.
@Phoenix