A Common Thread [Teyla Riggs | SJO]

[Atasihd Zi]

Docking Bay
Silver Rest, Kashyyyk
Early Morning - Dawn

The morning never felt so natural as when he rose with the system star. The earliest light that set the sheer edge of the horizon ablaze was peaceful, contemplative, and seated atop the docking bay in the cool dawn air, legs dangling over the edge, Atasihd was in a sort of meditation, cleaning the gear of his now-former life for storage as the wilderness awakened around him. Most of his firearms had been given over to the Rangers - they had more use for such weapons than he did now - save for a pair of blasters that’d been his first. They had been rendered safe, their powerpacks removed and charged to be stored separately. No accidents were to be caused by his carelessness, because of sneaking feet and curious hands; the presence of younglings had shifted much of his thoughts, and sleeping with a ready blaster at his bedside was not so much of a necessity in this place.

That isn't to say a blaster wasn't a good tool in some cases: the situations the Jedi walked into were wildly varied, and any moment could call for any number of solutions. The life of a bounty hunter had been simple, by comparison, but what was even simpler was the greater ease he'd found in attaining peace in this nascent path, though it could still be broken with just as much ease; a change in the waking birdsong, an interruption of it, by a touch of unnatural flight disturbing the flows and pressures of the air - a keen awareness of his surroundings instilled in his early years on Shili, and aided by the nature of his montrals alerted him. Placing the vibroblade he'd been working on back in his duffel now that maintenance was done, he came to a crouch while fastening the bag shut, scanned the horizon for the incoming vessel.

Caution awakened to a slight measure, though there was nothing he could sense through the Force that said he should be wary, as such, but perhaps… concerned? Lifting the bag over his shoulder, he followed the vessel's approach with gold-flecked eyes. There was no-one supposed to be coming in that he was aware of, and arrivals didn't often happen this early.

Sid braced himself for the draft that came with vessels passing in close proximity, and watched between his feet as the ship was swallowed by the bay. When the sound of the engines powering down came, he dropped over the top edge and swung himself into the bay, dropping the duffel on the deck just before tucking into a roll to absorb the impact and coming to a stop with a crouch. He rose, fetched the duffel, and carefully approached the settled vessel as its ramp released from its anchors and began to lower, trying to feel for anything or anyone that might come out before getting a look with his eyes…

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[Arekk]

Silver Rest, Kashyyyk
"Trust the Force as it shall guide you."
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There was a time when catching a glimpse of the Kashyyykian deep and treachereous jungles through the cockpit window would have been a welcoming sight yet nowadays it was nothing but a certain way to open closed wounds of an ancient period of the former Jedi Knight's life that was flying the arriving vessel.

A woman, a wookiee and a small astromech were the passengers of the aforementioned ship that had touched the ground in one of the many docking bays. Their reason to be at the Silver Jedi's homeworld would remain a mistery until everybody disembarked and explained themselves to the locals.

Arekk was certainly known among the Silvers as the former apprentice of Rasu Gan, the old Grandmaster of the Silver Jedi Order. But nowadays he wasn't exactly liked by many due to leading a life astray of the one dictated in their code, mainly due to an attachment with the underworld.

"We have arrived so please make sure to follow my lead once outside."

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From all of the places that she’d ever traveled, you would think that the wonder of a new world would excite her less. Not so. Kashyyk was unlike anything she’d ever seen. While Arekk perceived treacherous jungles, Teyla saw through her window the dense forest boughs wound so tightly together they formed a canopy of leaves, carpets of emerald green stretching endlessly, and a blanket of thick mist falling from the mountainside where the fire of the morning sun began to rise behind it. It was beautiful, but not in the way of Naboo’s enchanting falls and rivers where lovers came to be reunited. Its radiance was much more subtle, rustic.

Their ship landed without much fanfare and Teyla gathered herself up, giving her legs and arms a good stretch, plenty sore from the hours of sitting, before strapping the TE-33 blaster Damon that had commissioned for her to her hip. There wasn’t a preconceived idea that there would be trouble, but rather, it was a habit she formed from consistently finding herself in it.

As the baritone voice of the only other human spoke, warm golden-brown eyes glanced towards him. For a moment she was silent. Teyla never followed anywhere without question, especially not in circumstances where palpable waves of uneasiness and tension perfumed the air like ocean mist. “I’ll follow your lead,” she agreed, trying to hide the reluctance in her voice; her sculpted brows knit together while trying to get a read on him. Arekk had his own past with the Jedi, leaving them behind after enduring a great hardship that lead him down the path he walked now. Teyla held no judgment one way or the other with it, having made her own choices in the face of desperation to survive and do whatever was necessary. Through those necessities, Arekk had become a dear friend, even helping her on the odd occasion to learn how to control the abilities she didn’t understand, with what he could remember of his own training. There was an unspoken trust that he’d earned and she gave readily and it was his idea that they come seeking the Silver Jedi. Until proven otherwise, she would put aside her questions and trust that he knew what he was doing.

As the loading ramp finished lowering a blast of air hit her face, carrying the scent of pine, and wet moss. It was altogether fresh and pure. “Lead the way,” she urged.

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[Arekk]

'I haven't been here in years. No idea how they will react.'

The relationship between Arekk and the Silvers had been a rocky ever since he touched the ground in Yutan all the way back to his Padawan days, minus a few exceptions like Kei Raxis or Asaraa who was the Grandmaster of the Silver Jedi.

The former Jedi had promised Teyka, one of his most trusted allies and close friend, to take her where she'd be able to enhanxe her abilities and learn more about the gift that had awakened inside of her. It was much better than relying on good old Arekk whose connection to the Force had ruptured over the years so this trip wouldn't really about her.

'I remember taking my first Padawan from here, years ago. I was reluctant to take my first apprentice... I wonder how is he doing.'

A path opened before them that would lead them to the core of the Silver Rest where everybody lived and trained hardously to great lenghts. Something or someone was close, however, and Arekk could sense it...

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