Zane Watts
Wu Tang Forever
This new armour is so weird.
It was a strange sensation to be wearing Jedi-specific battle plate, but then again it was the closest thing Colonel Zane Watts had ever worn to an actual Jedi robe, considering it included a tabard and whatnot. There he was - no weapons other than his brand-new lightsaber built by his own hands, no squad of soldiers around him. Just himself, his transport shuttle about to touch down near the docks of Coronet City, and a vague hope that the Jedi Master he was looking for was actually here.
Then again, if she wasn't, then this was gonna turn into a really good vacation real fast.
Zane had one hope; as the new commander of Jedi Strike Operations, he wanted to diversify his skillset as a Jedi (now that he'd proven that, yes, he was the badass commando - he proved that over and over again in six Republic military campaigns, his street cred was fine) and make himself a little more useful to the Order. Learning new and more diverse Force powers, like precognition and healing, would be great. The Temple on Ruusan had recommended that he seek out reclusive Jedi Master Coryth Elaris, whom was a master at both of these powers. She had skills, and talents, that he would only be able to dream of in his unfortunately short life. Shame Force powers couldn't be flash-trained, anyway -this would be over, he'd say hi to a fellow Jedi, learn, then go home without inconveniencing her.
Nope. He had to luck out, find her first, and go off that. The only hint the Temple had given Zane was that she'd be on Corellia somewhere. The rest was up to him. Finding errant Jedi Masters was not his idea of fun, but he'd do it. He had to. If he wanted to fight off the threat of the Dark Side and be the best possible commander of Strike Ops, he'd have to do this. For himself. For everyone.
The Force tugged at his heart-strings; it played is quiet rhythm that he would find her. More that she would find him. It was a quiet little feeling, one he decided to follow. He wandered down towards Coronet's docks, hoping, praying - that she was here. He didn't want this to be for nothing. Zane was not one for wasting time - his own or someone else's - and if this was all an exercise in futility, then.
[member="Coryth Elaris"]
It was a strange sensation to be wearing Jedi-specific battle plate, but then again it was the closest thing Colonel Zane Watts had ever worn to an actual Jedi robe, considering it included a tabard and whatnot. There he was - no weapons other than his brand-new lightsaber built by his own hands, no squad of soldiers around him. Just himself, his transport shuttle about to touch down near the docks of Coronet City, and a vague hope that the Jedi Master he was looking for was actually here.
Then again, if she wasn't, then this was gonna turn into a really good vacation real fast.
Zane had one hope; as the new commander of Jedi Strike Operations, he wanted to diversify his skillset as a Jedi (now that he'd proven that, yes, he was the badass commando - he proved that over and over again in six Republic military campaigns, his street cred was fine) and make himself a little more useful to the Order. Learning new and more diverse Force powers, like precognition and healing, would be great. The Temple on Ruusan had recommended that he seek out reclusive Jedi Master Coryth Elaris, whom was a master at both of these powers. She had skills, and talents, that he would only be able to dream of in his unfortunately short life. Shame Force powers couldn't be flash-trained, anyway -this would be over, he'd say hi to a fellow Jedi, learn, then go home without inconveniencing her.
Nope. He had to luck out, find her first, and go off that. The only hint the Temple had given Zane was that she'd be on Corellia somewhere. The rest was up to him. Finding errant Jedi Masters was not his idea of fun, but he'd do it. He had to. If he wanted to fight off the threat of the Dark Side and be the best possible commander of Strike Ops, he'd have to do this. For himself. For everyone.
The Force tugged at his heart-strings; it played is quiet rhythm that he would find her. More that she would find him. It was a quiet little feeling, one he decided to follow. He wandered down towards Coronet's docks, hoping, praying - that she was here. He didn't want this to be for nothing. Zane was not one for wasting time - his own or someone else's - and if this was all an exercise in futility, then.
[member="Coryth Elaris"]