Keter laughed as he saw his friend's nephew flip him a soldier's salute down below. "Alright, he's ready!" he shouted deep into the ship's innards, taking a deep breath fo the Coruscant air to clear his thoughts for a moment. How long had it ben since he had drank? A long time. He hardly had friends to go out with drinking. But when he and the Barnabus' had gone out earlier in the evening, they had discovered it was [member="Owain"] 's birthday. That warranted some sort of celebration! And so the two older men had taken to drinking, the younger man also partaking though not as heavily, probably reasoning he was going to have to look after them later.
Poor deluded fool. He didn't need caring for. He wasn't some old man to be nursed! Hence this whole outing. The realization that Elliot had nothing for his nephew due to lack of funds had prompted Keter to suggest they get him something memorable, to commemorate their time together. The old commando had agreed, and the younger Barnabus had offered up the notion of some kind of lightsaber proof weapon so he could better defend himself in the galaxy when he went his own way. Such items were prohibitvely expensive, and lacked a certain personal touch. So Keter had declared they would find some materials and get Owain a custom blade for his birthday. The problem had been finding such materials. Luckily, the Coruscant Museum had some nice relics from the Old Republic era, some made of cortosis. In their inebrieted state, Keter and Elliot had agreed that they should rob the place. Owain had initially agreed until he realised they weren't kidding.
In the cockpit of the Fury, Elliot Barnabus grinned as he swung the ship around into an arcing turn that would take them over the top of one of the many museums dotted across the surface of Coruscant. Time for his nephew to show what he ahd learned in the Military Academy!
