Private A Place For My Head

[Colette]

Corellia didn't really need their help. As far as people went they had always been cunning survivors. Between the shipyards and their flexible inclinations there was not a single nation that wouldn't bend their own rules just a little to conform to them. The fact that they now flew under a Republican flag hardly meant much.

At least not for the ruling class. The lower classes weren't always quite so lucky. The Order had a decent plan for a big event coming up, but that sort of thing took planning. Today was just the first step in something greater, a small drop in the ocean that was Kor Vella.

"Nice of you to help." Colette grunted under the weight of the crate in her arms. "You don't have to, but I understand the importance of keeping at it."

"They always say me and Valery are alike in that way. Refuse to sit still. Always up and about. Just one more stone to turn."

Ala Quin

 

[Ala Quin]

Some would have called it cheating, but Ala knew the grav-sled was weighed down enough that her small self was never getting any momentum going, if it budged at all. So, she walked behind, casually pushing it through the Force. A nudge here, and nudge there, just to keep it from banging into a passerby.

"You are the second person to tell me that I don't need to do things like this," Ala said, expression reading as utter befuddlement, "but I reckon it is the complete opposite." She closed her outstretched fist, stopping the grav-sled in its tracks, and with her free hand she waved erratically as if conjuring a thought. "If the Jedi Order is going to grow to. be what it can and should be...I say...we can't let the Masters and Council Members become stuffy old bureaucrats sitting in overly padded chairs in their massive towers...distanced from the people they are supposed to serve."

Ala was no one special. She was just Ala. At least, that is how she had always felt.

"Oh...I can attest to Valery never sitting still...the first time I met her was the only time I haven't seen her busy...and that was because she was in cryo." Genuine laughter followed, as her mind wandered to her friend, and the times they had spent together. And their parting...when Ala could no longer look her in the face and just call her friend. The distance and time had not healed the wound.

| Colette |​