Mr. Save-The-Galaxy
It had been a while since Cotan had last been on Ceto. Back then the construction of the Je'daii academy on the planet had only just started, and he spent most of the time standing around and arguing with a business owner with (in Cotan's mind) an over-inflated opinion of himself, hyperfocused on his own status of nobility. Thankfully, however, he still remembered the island that was the site of the build project, and could get himself there fairly easily, if the ship he'd been given from Jorus Merrill's private workshop would hold together. "Cut power to the thrusters by fifteen percent, Kiss!" he growled at his droid while fighting the controls. The K1 astromech quickly moved to comply, having noticed the rapidly-rising heat levels of the main thrusters.
The blockade runner ship slowed somewhat, and the main thrusters started to cool back down a bit, but the ship didn't stop bucking in the thin upper atmosphere of the planet. Karking Kathol couldn't just make an aerodynamic ship for once in their lives, could they? With a rather disconcerting sound somewhere in between a loud crunch and ripping cloth, a piece of the ship sheared off, landing somewhere in the ocean down below. K1-S5 started chirping and whirring in distress. "I know, Kiss, I know!" Cotan growled, lowering their speed more while he tried to descend further into the atmosphere. "Raise the front deflector shields by thirty-two percent, turn this thing into a flying bubble!" He gripped the yoke tightly, attempting to force the starship to move in a straight line. Just a little further...
"I guess 'high councils' never change, regardless of the group," he mused to himself, while he watched a class on basic telekinesis happening out in the courtyard. It must've been a reasonably advanced class - all the initates were about old enough that they couldn't be considered younglings anymore, and they were all doing rather well at their task - but there were still a few who were having trouble. Especially when Cotan decided to minorly interrupt, reaching out with the Force and pulling one of the learners' rocks a few feet off to one side, causing the newly-surprised initiate to drop it.
Which quickly got Cotan a disapproving glare from the person teaching them.
"Alright, well, what I wouldn't give for some tea or something..."
[member="Asha Hex"]
The blockade runner ship slowed somewhat, and the main thrusters started to cool back down a bit, but the ship didn't stop bucking in the thin upper atmosphere of the planet. Karking Kathol couldn't just make an aerodynamic ship for once in their lives, could they? With a rather disconcerting sound somewhere in between a loud crunch and ripping cloth, a piece of the ship sheared off, landing somewhere in the ocean down below. K1-S5 started chirping and whirring in distress. "I know, Kiss, I know!" Cotan growled, lowering their speed more while he tried to descend further into the atmosphere. "Raise the front deflector shields by thirty-two percent, turn this thing into a flying bubble!" He gripped the yoke tightly, attempting to force the starship to move in a straight line. Just a little further...

His efforts at not crashing managed to quickly pay off, when he came out of his cloud cover and could just see the high point of the temple, nestled in between a couple mountains on its little plateau. He decreased the ship's speed further, breathing a sigh of relief. "Kiss, send them our landing codes, and bring us in on repulsors. And make it a smooth landing, for once." He left the pilot's seat, off to try and wash off some of the sweat before meeting with the Je'daii.
After thankfully managing to secure a landing (his droid had sent the wrong codes entirely when prompted, but thankfully Cotan was able to get everything straightened out, given that they at least knew who he was from when they built the temple and all), Cotan was quickly ushered into the main hall of the temple, where he could wait before getting an opportunity to meet with whoever was in charge. Now it was just to sit around for a bit, watch what other people were doing, and try not to go crazy."I guess 'high councils' never change, regardless of the group," he mused to himself, while he watched a class on basic telekinesis happening out in the courtyard. It must've been a reasonably advanced class - all the initates were about old enough that they couldn't be considered younglings anymore, and they were all doing rather well at their task - but there were still a few who were having trouble. Especially when Cotan decided to minorly interrupt, reaching out with the Force and pulling one of the learners' rocks a few feet off to one side, causing the newly-surprised initiate to drop it.
Which quickly got Cotan a disapproving glare from the person teaching them.
"Alright, well, what I wouldn't give for some tea or something..."
[member="Asha Hex"]