Private An Audience with the Quartermaster

[Braze]

The Restored Temple of Dantooine

After the events involving Mythem Yittreas , the temple had suffered damage that Braze simply had not yet found the time to repair, much to his dismay. All the more so because he had asked Colette to come visit the newly restored temple on Dantooine, look it over, and offer her thoughts on what changes or additions might still be needed.

He had also seen to their unwelcome visitor being secured in a more proper manner. Even so, he had done his best to make the old temple as clean as he could in preparation for her arrival. Presently, he sat outside near the front upon the stone, relaxing beneath the midday sun and letting its gentle warmth wash over his sore form in quiet comfort. A stifled yawn slipped past him, and he lifted a partially gloved hand to cover his mouth as he looked toward the distance, hoping to catch sight of her ship on the horizon… It had been quite some time since he had last had a proper opportunity to speak with Colette, and now she held a place of authority within this current assembly of Jedi. He found himself wondering how much had changed for her since then.

 

[Colette]

Braze

Space made her nauseous and it seemed as if it always would. The very idea of space itself was daunting. Nothing existed until it did. There was no air, there was no life. Space was the barrier between worlds and the stuff of nightmares all in one.

It was fair to say that Colette looked off once her boots hit the ground on Dantooine. A little pale but no worse for wear otherwise. She straightened the hems of her jumpsuit and slowly walked away from the pad to regain her footing again.

"Hey Braze!" She called out with an eager wave of her hand. She approached the man and gave him a gentle bow. "It's good to see you again."

"How have you been?"

 

[Braze]

Braze perked up when he saw Colette approaching. He stood at once, pleasantly surprised to be greeted in such a respectful manner, and did not hesitate to return the gesture: drawing up a fist to meet an open hand, crossing one foot behind the other ankle as he bent his knees and bowed in an elegant, aesthetic manner, dipping low before rising again.

"Welcome, Colette."

He straightened and looked at her curiously.

"Well… could be better, but it can always be worse. Any day this side of the grass is a good day, I suppose." He offered it gently. "I have been… drowning myself in work, best I can. The restoration of this temple was one such task I made more paramount on my list of things to accomplish. Unfortunately, it seems to be a popular place for Sith to pop up at as of late… I haven't had much of a chance to repair the floors from the last one I chased off. Eloise Dinn assisted me greatly in dealing with the former, whom I have sequestered in a holding cell… though he does seem poorly trained. I'm starting to think he's more of a misguided Force user than a true Sith."

He looked her over curiously before asking, "Was the trip okay? You look a mite uneasy… anything I can get you to help?"

 

[Colette]

Braze

Drowning in work was a good way to put it. Colette enjoyed her work as the quartermaster immensely but there were certainly some days that occupied a bigger part of her mind than she'd like.

At least it had proven a good way to learn how to use datapads, and fast too.

"Oh, don't worry about it." She chuckled. "Space travel is… Daunting. Never liked it, never cared for it. Gets my nerves all tangled."

"Just give me a few as we tour the facility and I'll be right as rain."