“We should be too big to take offense, and too noble to give it.” - Abraham Lincoln
NOT THAT LONG AGO
He was just leaving the amazing new
Ancilla station set up by Master Ike. It was not the best of experiences, but it was one that was needed. Vanagor learned much about himself and his “new” abilities, his exponentially enhanced natural strength, speed, reflexes, and his new mastery of the environment, specifically lightning. His connection to the Force is, and will always be “different” now but it seemed to be settling into some level of normalcy, so the big man could get back what he did best without concern. Now he could be the man he was before all of this happened.
Man, not “Jedi”.
His opinion had not changed, not since his time spent on Hoth, not since the trip to the Ancilla, no. Today’s “Jedi”, for the most part, had no respect for authority, no respect for tradition, no respect for anything but themselves and their own twisted view of the galaxy. Maybe it was not their fault, the “old ways” were just that “old” and the way of the galaxy was long changed. Padawans were thrown into a fight after fight, they had to learn in the middle of parrying lightsaber slashes and fighting their way out of chokes. Maybe it was just the passage of time. It did not matter at this point. There was still something to be said for them and while forging your own path is respectable, turning away those who did the same was distasteful.
Many of the “New Guard” want respect, yet they have no intention of giving it.
This was a thought that would have to be tabled though as he was receiving an open holo call. That usually meant that someone was in trouble. Walking over to the terminal to check it out, the shimmering blue light slowly morphed into the visage of Jedi Master
Zark San Tekka
, Heh, he was one of the “old guard”, and would not be making a call like this unless there was something serious going down. It looked like
” The Prosperity” was on its way to Ilum to repopulate the Jedi Temple and were looking for help to secure it.
” I could do that.”
Walking into the cockpit area, Vanagor entered the coordinates into the Nav computer and told “Music” his pilot droid for
” The Starlight Sentinel” to set course.
Present
Communicating with the technical staff aboard “
The Prosperity”, basically telling them that he was not an enemy and was going down to offer assistance, he was informed of what they were doing. Setting course for the planet itself, the big man took over controls for the time being and flew in low enough to get a lay of the land. He knew this planet like the back of his own hand so directions were not an issue, it was a matter of sightseeing and learning what might have changed since the last time he was here with a group of Padawans.
Once Music was returned control of the ship, he got up, put on his thermal gear, took both of his lightsabers, and waited for the ship to hover low enough to jump off.
“
INTERJECTION: Master. Might I suggest that you take my counterpart and me with you on your excursion to the planet?”
It was one of the two
Guardian Class Droids that he had picked up when on the Ancilla. They were amazing in their capabilities, if not impersonal. So, taking some inspiration from Lore of the old Republic, the massive Wanderer reprogrammed their personality circuitry. Now they were not “Hunter Killers” like the inspiration he took them from, but “Aces” and “Eights” were incredible protectors as well as being incredibly versatile. They were also now hilarious to talk to.
I was actually planning on doing that. We’ll need your sensor capabilities.
“
EXCITEMENT: I will let my counterpart know and we will procure our blasters.”
If droids could skip “Eights” would be right now as it went off towards the cargo bay. Roller, hearing this came up and asked why if it was also being considered to go down to the planet. Caltin shook his head apologetically as he waited for the protest he was expecting.
I need you here because they are not able to work the ship and her sensors like you can. I might need an “eye in the sky”. That is the only reason.
It was not the best answer that he could give, but it was honest, and droid or not, “Roller” was a friend. It would be a little bit before they were low enough to set off, so Vanagor sent a message to Master
Zark San Tekka
, offering his assistance and letting him know that he would be out on patrol as it was a more useful way to help out. So when the ship was low enough for them to set off, Caltin got up and the two droids with him and made for the loading ramp. Once it was open, they each jumped off and the “
Sentinel” lifted up into the atmosphere. Of course, he knew that the “patrol group” was here. Looking at Noble, he respected her station, but not her morals. No, Caltin did not care that she had a child or anything like that. He did not respect that she seemed to ignore her own history and education.
An argument for another time though.
Don’t look so surprised that I’m here… and don’t mind the droids, their sensor suites can be a big help out here.
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Zark San Tekka
Valery Noble
Kahlil Noble
Dagon Kaze
Coren Starchaser
Geiseric
Madison Starr @Teuvelli Renlas @Shimrra Rinn
Eina L'lerim-Vandiir
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Ro-Tahn Mashayekhi
Arlo Renard
Jorah zos Darnus
Zaka
Aeris Lashiec
Iris Arani
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