nature/nurture
Resh's outsourcing to Coryuga was intended to be a fresh experience for the young padawan. He had grown much in the last few years, and now that he was taking on more independent duties, he also needed to gain new experiences with his fellow Jedi. The Vonnuvi was the closest thing he had to a home. Leaving it always made him a little anxious. But part of being a Jedi was knowing when to let go of attachments right? Besides, this was only going to be a few days. Spend a few days on a new world, learn the ins-and-outs, broaden your horizons. Then it was back to normal.
Coryuga itself, on the other hand, was anything but normal. The planet was a lush, humid one; The kind that would bring jungle resorts and seaside parties to mind for your typical sentient. But the insectoid Coryugans were not given to partying. Their society was stratified to the nth degree, with a title, role, and position for every person, place, and thing. A bonafide bureaucrat's wet dream. Resh was hopeful that the rigidity might help keep him on the straight and narrow. But the more they became mired in rules, the more he began to wonder if this trip was worth the hassle.
"You think this took long to organize? It took us years to even start talking to the right official about setting up an enclave in the first place." Gulo ranted. He was a Belugan member of the Vonnuvi Enclave, and the go-to pilot of the Knight-Errant. "Try to make a good impression. Would hate for all that work to go to waste… No pressure."
"No, definitely pressure." Resh disagreed with a shake of his head, "Thanks for that."
Gulo chuckled wickedly as he pulled into the spaceport, guided precisely by a duo of Coryugan spacecraft marshals to their docking point.
Coryuga itself, on the other hand, was anything but normal. The planet was a lush, humid one; The kind that would bring jungle resorts and seaside parties to mind for your typical sentient. But the insectoid Coryugans were not given to partying. Their society was stratified to the nth degree, with a title, role, and position for every person, place, and thing. A bonafide bureaucrat's wet dream. Resh was hopeful that the rigidity might help keep him on the straight and narrow. But the more they became mired in rules, the more he began to wonder if this trip was worth the hassle.
"You think this took long to organize? It took us years to even start talking to the right official about setting up an enclave in the first place." Gulo ranted. He was a Belugan member of the Vonnuvi Enclave, and the go-to pilot of the Knight-Errant. "Try to make a good impression. Would hate for all that work to go to waste… No pressure."
"No, definitely pressure." Resh disagreed with a shake of his head, "Thanks for that."
Gulo chuckled wickedly as he pulled into the spaceport, guided precisely by a duo of Coryugan spacecraft marshals to their docking point.