L O S T
The void stretched out before him like a blanket over Mia, vast and warm with little hints of promise in the form of distant stars. For so long he had wandered, this lost soul, between worlds, amidst nothingness, that he had begun to believe himself not lost at all. Quite from it, in fact. It was here that he remained in his element, a being of certainty and confidence, traveling along routes that so few others had taken. Away from the beaten track, from the trade routes and the noise of life. Here he was like a King, a God even, commanding his way through space with little to use for guidance.
He would never have even attempted such feats during his younger years. A coward, that's what he was, a self proclaimed one at that. Why risk the perils of the unknown when generic routes would do? But then where was his sense of adventure? He could not find it down amidst the ants who skittered over their worlds, working, working, working, as though nothing else in the entire universe mattered. So if not there, then here. Where they ceased to exist. In a place where he could find no other ship. The going was slow, sometimes painfully so, it was not a simple jump through hyperspace... He had to watch for all sorts of anomalies and other such difficulties which could render both he and Mia obsolete in a heartbeat.
Ever so gently, so as not to disrupt any of the controls, Adiara kicked up his feet so that they settled atop the consoles and sighed. With just a slight butt movement he was able to swivel the seat on the spot, enough to see the deadpan droid fixated on his duties. Not bothering to look up. Not trying to make note of what was happening within the ship itself. Poor fool had eyes for space alone. And that suited this particular Spacer to a t. No senseless conversations, no arguments. Heck, by now he was just another extension of the ship itself.
With but a sigh he turned his head back toward the front viewing port and slumped back. Uncomfortable looking, no doubt, would that someone could see him, but in that moment he felt blissfully uncaring. It wouldn't last long, however, he knew that he had a call to make. Sinnat had cornered him last time he was in the Rugger, something about old Jedi contacts - Silvers, no less! - and a job that was right up his alley. Not that Ari knew what Adiara was looking for. Chaos, even Adiara did not know what he was looking for!
But he had said he would try. He said he would give this Jedi a call... And knowing Sinnat he had already informed the damn pesky Jedi of such. How long had it been since he'd had a conversation with one of their kind? Not including little Kail, of course, because that was not a business affair. Then again, our duties on Mirial had led to the Silvers input. The Grandmaster didn't seem half as bad as I recall my own being... Not that any of the Jedi enjoyed my company back then. Trouble maker that I was.
Heavenshield, his name had been. They'd sent aid to what remained of the Mirial, while he and Kail had worked non-stop to provide relief. That whole situation had been horrific. If there was anything Adiara despised more than Jedi, he had decided, it was Sith. Well, as they say, the enemy of mine enemy is my friend...
Lowering his legs down with an almost childish pout and huff of his breath, Adiara found himself back on his feet and headed toward the Captain's Quarters where a large holo-setup was awaiting him. He sat within the large chair, that supported him brilliantly, and set his gaze down over the display. Quite an expensive bit of tech, this desk had been, but it saw to almost every need he had where digital matters were concerned. Compressed into one work surface. He couldn't really complain.
Now came the time to open up comms, and reach out to this Connor Harrison. If that was even the Jedi's true name. If Sinnat is setting me up to fail, I shall leave a most terrible review on his GELP! page... Ach, get your mind in the game Adiara. These Jedi did not seem quite so bad as the ones from the Core Worlds, at least they seemed competent and willing to assist... But at what cost?
Provided the comm link was established, Adiara would soon be looking at the face of the Jedi in question. This Connor fellow. Well, he sure did hope that Sinnat had spoken to the man beforehand or else things may not go quite so swimmingly.
"Ah, Master Harrison I presume?" Best he begin on their good side. Who knew where this would lead... "A mutual contact of ours, a Mister Ari Sinnat, suggested that I give you a call." Pesky little Gossam. "I do so hope you know what this concerns, Master Jedi, I'd hate to be wasting your time..."
[member='Connor Harrison']
He would never have even attempted such feats during his younger years. A coward, that's what he was, a self proclaimed one at that. Why risk the perils of the unknown when generic routes would do? But then where was his sense of adventure? He could not find it down amidst the ants who skittered over their worlds, working, working, working, as though nothing else in the entire universe mattered. So if not there, then here. Where they ceased to exist. In a place where he could find no other ship. The going was slow, sometimes painfully so, it was not a simple jump through hyperspace... He had to watch for all sorts of anomalies and other such difficulties which could render both he and Mia obsolete in a heartbeat.
Ever so gently, so as not to disrupt any of the controls, Adiara kicked up his feet so that they settled atop the consoles and sighed. With just a slight butt movement he was able to swivel the seat on the spot, enough to see the deadpan droid fixated on his duties. Not bothering to look up. Not trying to make note of what was happening within the ship itself. Poor fool had eyes for space alone. And that suited this particular Spacer to a t. No senseless conversations, no arguments. Heck, by now he was just another extension of the ship itself.
With but a sigh he turned his head back toward the front viewing port and slumped back. Uncomfortable looking, no doubt, would that someone could see him, but in that moment he felt blissfully uncaring. It wouldn't last long, however, he knew that he had a call to make. Sinnat had cornered him last time he was in the Rugger, something about old Jedi contacts - Silvers, no less! - and a job that was right up his alley. Not that Ari knew what Adiara was looking for. Chaos, even Adiara did not know what he was looking for!
But he had said he would try. He said he would give this Jedi a call... And knowing Sinnat he had already informed the damn pesky Jedi of such. How long had it been since he'd had a conversation with one of their kind? Not including little Kail, of course, because that was not a business affair. Then again, our duties on Mirial had led to the Silvers input. The Grandmaster didn't seem half as bad as I recall my own being... Not that any of the Jedi enjoyed my company back then. Trouble maker that I was.
Heavenshield, his name had been. They'd sent aid to what remained of the Mirial, while he and Kail had worked non-stop to provide relief. That whole situation had been horrific. If there was anything Adiara despised more than Jedi, he had decided, it was Sith. Well, as they say, the enemy of mine enemy is my friend...
Lowering his legs down with an almost childish pout and huff of his breath, Adiara found himself back on his feet and headed toward the Captain's Quarters where a large holo-setup was awaiting him. He sat within the large chair, that supported him brilliantly, and set his gaze down over the display. Quite an expensive bit of tech, this desk had been, but it saw to almost every need he had where digital matters were concerned. Compressed into one work surface. He couldn't really complain.
Now came the time to open up comms, and reach out to this Connor Harrison. If that was even the Jedi's true name. If Sinnat is setting me up to fail, I shall leave a most terrible review on his GELP! page... Ach, get your mind in the game Adiara. These Jedi did not seem quite so bad as the ones from the Core Worlds, at least they seemed competent and willing to assist... But at what cost?
Provided the comm link was established, Adiara would soon be looking at the face of the Jedi in question. This Connor fellow. Well, he sure did hope that Sinnat had spoken to the man beforehand or else things may not go quite so swimmingly.
"Ah, Master Harrison I presume?" Best he begin on their good side. Who knew where this would lead... "A mutual contact of ours, a Mister Ari Sinnat, suggested that I give you a call." Pesky little Gossam. "I do so hope you know what this concerns, Master Jedi, I'd hate to be wasting your time..."
[member='Connor Harrison']
