Blade of Selvaris
Wearing: Personal Jedi Robes
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Kaleleon
The gathering on Odessen was over. Most of the attendees had departed, bound to spread a rebellion to every corner of the galaxy. Ran Serys was not among them. She stayed on Odessen for a while longer. She stayed for a conversation. Long or brief? She didn't know, but she did know who she'd be talking to, as she led Kaleleon Seleare to her ship.
The Onyx Runner had seen better days, but then again so had Ran. As they entered the ship, she led them down the narrow corridor spanning all four chambers of the ship. They'd only go through two. The loading ramp led them to the first. It was a modular cargo bay which doubled as guest sleeping quarters. Second, there was the kitchen and mess which Ran had obviously retrofitted to function as an actual kitchen for fresh ingredients, unlike the soulless table, chairs, and set of food synthesizers that came in other models of the ship. They stopped in the kitchen as Ran washed her face of the memory of recently cried tears. That was where the non-tour tour ended, but from the hall one could see the other two chambers. The third was a recreation and meditation chamber, and the fourth, the flight deck, was located at the forward most part of the ship.
"So," Ran said as she patted the sink water from her face with a towel. "This is where I feel safest and most secure." She made a gesture about the ship and put the towel down. "We can speak freely here." She proclaimed before reaching into a metal cabinet and pulling out an assortment of fruit harvested from the Gardens of Unil at the Jedi Enclave on Selvaris. "Can I interest you in a meiloorun? Or something else perhaps, Kaleleon?" She took a smaller meiloorun and split it in half, just in case he wanted to share. She rested the bowl with one less fruit on the kitchen table and sat down at one of its stools. She was nervous to share her truth, if only a little, and put it off with any tiny act she could for a few moments longer.
The moments weren't long enough, and they were there to talk, so they'd talk. "I've stepped down from the Jedi Council." Ran ripped the bandaid. It hurt. She had taken pride in the position, as many would. "I've given up my duties to the Order to be here. My duty to the archives, my watchmen's post, the enclave on Selvaris," She said, looking down at the meiloorun, appearing just a bit dejected. "But that won't stop me from fulfilling my duties as a Jedi." She looked at Kale. "I've been away from the order and from the core before, for long periods of time in the past, but this feels different. Why does it feel different? Is it because I don't feel the same about the Galactic Alliance's stance on war? Because I disagree that the Jedi should be a sword for the alliance to aim at their enemies? Or that I don't like the fact it seems violence is too often a Jedi's first answer to a problem? I've seen it. I've done it. Why is this an issue for me now?" Ran laid a lot of what she was thinking out onto the table. Kaleleon might not have had the answers she was looking for, but that didn't stop her from looking at him expectantly.