Crix Dolan (TL8)
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The Talk
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"Peetwo, where's that hydrospanner?!" Crix called over his shoulder. The newly appointed Jedi Knight was in the process of adjusting the controls of his new XS-205i, that he affectionately named The Rambler. He was dressed in his usual maintenance attire, a pair of old black overalls and a short-sleeved white T-shirt.
From down the hall, he could hear his spunky little astromech warble a sarcastic retort, but he didn't waste time calling him out. They'd been working all day and Crix wasn't sure the last time the little guy had charged. Peetwo was notoriously cranky when his battery was low and the last thing he needed was the ire of a cranky co-pilot.
Crix was elbow deep in The Ramber's console when he heard his datapad chortle a new message. He frowned, no one ever called him unless it was for work and he'd purposefully changed that ringtone so he knew to ignore it. The tone sounded again and he reluctantly pulled out of his precarious position.
"This better not be some karking sales pitch," he grumbled as he wiped his hands on his overalls.
Crix picked up his datapad and nearly dropped it in surprise. "GHOST?!"
Peetwo wheeled into the cockpit as he said her name and bugled a series of excited droidspeak. Crix cocked an eyebrow and gave the astromech a sidelong glance.
"Wow, you're never that excited to see me," he said with mock pain in his voice. The droid looked at him, dropped the Hydrospanner of the ground in front of him and reminded Crix that they live together, before saying he needed to change and promptly rolled out of the room. Crix smiled watching his little buddy head out.
He swiped the screen and his jaw clenched. The message only said one thing, EMERGENCY. Crix replied with: ON MY WAY! Then lifted the coordinates from the message and put them into the ships navicomputer. He frantically replaced everything he'd been preparing to work on and prayed to the force that he'd not just seriously screwed something up. Ten minutes later he was in hyperspace headed for Mandalore.
During the hyperspace jump, he was able to correct a couple of his hasty mistakes and get cleaned up. He wasn't sure what he was walking into so he threw on his Scout armor and gunbelt. He pulled on his leather jacket and hid his lightsaber within. No need to give away all of his tricks and with the temperament of most Mando's he wanted to avoid any confrontation he could until he reached Raz.
Several anxiety-filled hours later they landed at a nearby space station and Crix mounted up on his swoop. Peetwo wearily rolled in and he quickly explained the situation. Peetwo agreed to keep the engines warm but demanded to know what was happening as soon as Crix found out. The Jedi agreed with a chuckle and took off. A quick ride later he was parked and stepped to the entrance. His hand rested on his Renegade Blaster and he knocked. No response. A tendril of fear crept up his spine and without hesitation, he tried the door. It was open and he suddenly knew the worst to be true. He entered the house and pulled his blaster.
"GHOST!?"
@Sreeya
From down the hall, he could hear his spunky little astromech warble a sarcastic retort, but he didn't waste time calling him out. They'd been working all day and Crix wasn't sure the last time the little guy had charged. Peetwo was notoriously cranky when his battery was low and the last thing he needed was the ire of a cranky co-pilot.
Crix was elbow deep in The Ramber's console when he heard his datapad chortle a new message. He frowned, no one ever called him unless it was for work and he'd purposefully changed that ringtone so he knew to ignore it. The tone sounded again and he reluctantly pulled out of his precarious position.
"This better not be some karking sales pitch," he grumbled as he wiped his hands on his overalls.
Crix picked up his datapad and nearly dropped it in surprise. "GHOST?!"
Peetwo wheeled into the cockpit as he said her name and bugled a series of excited droidspeak. Crix cocked an eyebrow and gave the astromech a sidelong glance.
"Wow, you're never that excited to see me," he said with mock pain in his voice. The droid looked at him, dropped the Hydrospanner of the ground in front of him and reminded Crix that they live together, before saying he needed to change and promptly rolled out of the room. Crix smiled watching his little buddy head out.
He swiped the screen and his jaw clenched. The message only said one thing, EMERGENCY. Crix replied with: ON MY WAY! Then lifted the coordinates from the message and put them into the ships navicomputer. He frantically replaced everything he'd been preparing to work on and prayed to the force that he'd not just seriously screwed something up. Ten minutes later he was in hyperspace headed for Mandalore.
During the hyperspace jump, he was able to correct a couple of his hasty mistakes and get cleaned up. He wasn't sure what he was walking into so he threw on his Scout armor and gunbelt. He pulled on his leather jacket and hid his lightsaber within. No need to give away all of his tricks and with the temperament of most Mando's he wanted to avoid any confrontation he could until he reached Raz.
Several anxiety-filled hours later they landed at a nearby space station and Crix mounted up on his swoop. Peetwo wearily rolled in and he quickly explained the situation. Peetwo agreed to keep the engines warm but demanded to know what was happening as soon as Crix found out. The Jedi agreed with a chuckle and took off. A quick ride later he was parked and stepped to the entrance. His hand rested on his Renegade Blaster and he knocked. No response. A tendril of fear crept up his spine and without hesitation, he tried the door. It was open and he suddenly knew the worst to be true. He entered the house and pulled his blaster.
"GHOST!?"
@Sreeya
