Corvus Raaf
Adieu...
The Convocation had ended and Corvus was wending her way back to her ship, having shared as many good-byes as there seemed to be Jedi present. It was her third trip to Yavin IV and each one got progressively better. The first time there was an assassination attempt. The second bore the news the Jedi Order’s Holocrons had been stolen — but handed in, albeit not to the Jedi Order. This time she only had a numb posterior as a negative to take away. Jedi, when gathered together, could certainly talk.
Finally she had a bit of space and picked up her pace, but noticed a face that was familiar — but not so that she remembered the name. It was a Jedi Knight, clearly, so she stopped and bowed, smiling — as was her way. “I’m sure we’ve met,” she said, “So I feel awkward that I cannot remember your name. Were you on Ossus some time ago?”
And at the back of her mind, there was a promise of training made. “Ryker…” she finally said. “It’s Ryker isn’t it?”
[member="Ryker Tal'verda"]