Monkey Jedi
✦ RIKUAN ✦
"Ride the wind, dodge the rules."
"Ride the wind, dodge the rules."
Somewhere between the stacks of ancient Jedi holocrons and a suspiciously tilted bust of Master Ooroo, Rikuan crouched low behind a row of databanks, his tail swaying in quiet anticipation.
"This," he whispered, passing a palm-sized device to Riley like a smuggler offloading contraband, "is the smellburst emitter. I recalibrated the scent output to something between overcooked nerf stew and wet Wookiee fur. Five minute delay. Perfect for the meditation chambers."
He grinned, sharp canines peeking through, mischief glowing in his eyes like twin suns. The tiny lightsaber on his hip swung gently with his movement, its yellow crystal quietly humming with contained energy. But right now, it wasn’t about sabers or saber forms. It was about legacy. Trickster legacy.
“Phase one: the scent,” Rikuan said, glancing over his shoulder before crawling to the next terminal. “Phase two: holo-projection loop. You finished reprogramming that training droid, right? The one that’s gonna keep quoting Master Caltin on loop?”
He rubbed his palms together and whispered, “Master So’la is gonna lose it. She hates non-linear logic.” Then, mockingly channeling his inner elder: “‘Pranks erode discipline. Laughter is not a path to the Force.’” a dramatic roll of the eyes followed.
"Well, laughter is the path to not losing our minds between six-hour kata drills and watching Knight Veel eat soup like he's in a duel."
From somewhere deeper in the archives, a floor panel creaked. Rikuan froze mid-sentence, ears twitching.
“…Tell me you rigged the fallback exit.”
