A friend or future foe?

[Maverick]

It's been nearly three weeks since the loss of Maverick's master. The man that has taken care of him and helped raise him into the man he is becoming, or was. An chill wind over took the hallway as Maverick traveled down it long corridor. Pulling his hood up over his head he continued on down the hallway, destination being the Jedi library. It was getting late but he couldn't sleep so he wanted to get some studying in.

His finger ran across the spine of the books as he was in search on nothing particular, just something to tide him over for the night. After taking a seat at the table along with his chosen book he allowed the force to leave his hand as he turned the pages slowly with it, not really reading anything the pages, just looking at them. His thoughts was on the last moments of his master. The cry of pain that he let out as the saber went through him.

Mavericks eyes twitched as the thought was clear in his head. He slung the book across the room with the force and let out his own scream. "Aahaahh!!" Lowering his head he only sat there, feeling defeated. "Why master.....why have I been cursed with this eye?"


[member="Carlo Dellen"]

 

[Carlo Dellen]

Carlo looked across the room, seeing the Jedi hurl the book across the room. He caught it with the force and brought it to him.
"Careful with the books." Carlo said, placing it and his book in they're shelves and approaching the man.
"You seem very troubled. What's wrong?" He said, sitting down. "If you would permit a new friend, and tell him what troubles you."

[member="Maverick"]

 

[Maverick]

Mavericks head snapped the side as he heard the voice. Seeing where it came from he turned his head back to the resting position, pointing down at the table. He chose to ignore the first comment about being careful with the books. Bring his right hand up he motioned for the other man to leave him be. "Not troubled. Only difficulties understanding how to heal through the force." Lower his right hand raising his left he began pulling a book from the opposite shelf as his original. "I have no need for friends, they only bring weakness"

His hand plucked the book from the air as it grew close. The title could read, "Understanding the medical arts"

[member="Carlo Dellen"]