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For the first time in what seemed like forever, Celtar was flying. For the first time in longer than that, Celtar was sober for a non-combat related purpose. Clothes still dirty from his battle on Ziost, the Knight was pushing the provided transport to its very limits. At one point in time, he had been a pilot. While not the best Jedi pilot ever, he liked to think that he had been a formidable opponent against any he came up against. While it had been a while since he had been in the seat of a starfighter, it had only been a few years since he began drinking and stopped flying.
Regardless, the transport's gear had not fully touched down and its metal underbelly screamed against the ground as it semi-crashed to a halt. Those watching the spectacle would see no pilot present at the controls. Almost comically, the transport rocked over onto its side as Celtar leapt to the deck and began walking with purpose away from the ship. Celtar didn't run except in an emergency or in a fight and, while this was a personal emergency and while there was probably going to be a fight, he knew he needed to save his strength. Instead, his authoritative fast walk, honed from years of leadership experience, propelled him quickly away from the ship and ensured that few stood in his way.
As he left the scene of the "crash," two security personnel intercepted him while barking questions or orders. Being honest, Celtar didn't hear them. His mind was focused on one thing and one thing only. When he made to simply walk around the officers, they drew their stun batons. It took little effort for Celtar to evade the first officer's strike and, using it to take out the second officer, knocked the first unconscious with a simple punch.
It took no time at all for Celtar to come to the quarters of the Grandmaster. Valen would know what happened at Ziost and why the battles had been lost. Celtar had received the news in enough time that he and his comrade could escape, though they had not been told why retreat was necessary. He wasted no time in knocking, though found the door locked as the brim of his hat folded against the durasteel. His poundings on the door failed to get a response and, wasting no time, withdrew both of his lightsabers. In the back of his mind, he realized that it was too early in the morning for most people to be awake, though he needed to see Valen and this door stood in his way.
As soon as the hole was big enough, Celtar stepped through. The man lit a cigar on the white-hot hole and was careful to keep his precious hat from being even more damaged. Brushing a bit of the Ziostian dirt from his clothes, the Knight spoke for the first time since the battle. "VALEN! WAKE THE HELL UP AND TELL ME WHAT'S GOING ON!"
@Valen Pelora
Regardless, the transport's gear had not fully touched down and its metal underbelly screamed against the ground as it semi-crashed to a halt. Those watching the spectacle would see no pilot present at the controls. Almost comically, the transport rocked over onto its side as Celtar leapt to the deck and began walking with purpose away from the ship. Celtar didn't run except in an emergency or in a fight and, while this was a personal emergency and while there was probably going to be a fight, he knew he needed to save his strength. Instead, his authoritative fast walk, honed from years of leadership experience, propelled him quickly away from the ship and ensured that few stood in his way.
As he left the scene of the "crash," two security personnel intercepted him while barking questions or orders. Being honest, Celtar didn't hear them. His mind was focused on one thing and one thing only. When he made to simply walk around the officers, they drew their stun batons. It took little effort for Celtar to evade the first officer's strike and, using it to take out the second officer, knocked the first unconscious with a simple punch.
It took no time at all for Celtar to come to the quarters of the Grandmaster. Valen would know what happened at Ziost and why the battles had been lost. Celtar had received the news in enough time that he and his comrade could escape, though they had not been told why retreat was necessary. He wasted no time in knocking, though found the door locked as the brim of his hat folded against the durasteel. His poundings on the door failed to get a response and, wasting no time, withdrew both of his lightsabers. In the back of his mind, he realized that it was too early in the morning for most people to be awake, though he needed to see Valen and this door stood in his way.
As soon as the hole was big enough, Celtar stepped through. The man lit a cigar on the white-hot hole and was careful to keep his precious hat from being even more damaged. Brushing a bit of the Ziostian dirt from his clothes, the Knight spoke for the first time since the battle. "VALEN! WAKE THE HELL UP AND TELL ME WHAT'S GOING ON!"
@Valen Pelora