The Mentor
Ossus. Just weeks before, a sight of war. A sight of battle, a sight of anarchy. Now, the aftermath was here. The Republic had won. The Jedi had won.
But it had come at great cost. The Jedi Temple and the Great Jedi Library had been destroyed by Kaine Zambrano. Something the Jedi would make him pay for now that he had been captured. But for now, it was rebuilding time.
Josh had been there the day after Ossus, right after the battle. Sore and hurt and all, he'd been one of the architects that built history once again from the ground up. Now, he was back to help finish what he had started.
Josh had volunteered to return to Ossus as part of a resources escort run. There was still much to do, and Josh knew that the Republics builders needed protection if they were going to get this temple fixed alive. Besides, he needed a little distraction from...... That.
That, as in... The Hot Tub Incident. The one that Daella, who ironically was overseeing the construction, had missed in favor of helping out on Ossus. Yeah, part of the reason Josh had volunteered willingly for this was so he could take his mind off of that little bundle of fun, and better yet, Selena's jiggling bare Grandbooty.
He REALLY hoped Daella didn't ask about the hot tub party.
Regardless, there he walked, a large pillar on his shoulder, boxes of resources strapped to the muscular Jedi's back. It was inhuman. How a man could handle that much weight was a mystery, and even Josh was struggling a bit. But he'd been eager to help, and that he would, to lessen the burden of the Republic's men as much as possible.
Soon, he passed by Daella, but didn't really notice her, a bit distracted from heaving loads of heavy cargo to the designated destination. Finally, he made it to where he needed to be. First things first, he set down the large pillar that he'd been supporting atop his shoulder, again making sure it didn't bean anybody as he set it down. Afterwords, he began undoing the straps. It felt like he'd just taken Naboo off his back as he undid them and allowed the boxes to gently fall to the floor. He nudged one of the operators to notify them that the load was there, before cracking his neck. Sith Spit, that was harsh. He promised himself to be less reckless next time, or risk killing himself. Korriban was soon, he couldn't overexert himself, even if his heart tended to get put over his mind at times...
He took a breath and took a seat where he could, comfortably. He needed a moment to rest his back and catch his breath.
But it had come at great cost. The Jedi Temple and the Great Jedi Library had been destroyed by Kaine Zambrano. Something the Jedi would make him pay for now that he had been captured. But for now, it was rebuilding time.
Josh had been there the day after Ossus, right after the battle. Sore and hurt and all, he'd been one of the architects that built history once again from the ground up. Now, he was back to help finish what he had started.
Josh had volunteered to return to Ossus as part of a resources escort run. There was still much to do, and Josh knew that the Republics builders needed protection if they were going to get this temple fixed alive. Besides, he needed a little distraction from...... That.
That, as in... The Hot Tub Incident. The one that Daella, who ironically was overseeing the construction, had missed in favor of helping out on Ossus. Yeah, part of the reason Josh had volunteered willingly for this was so he could take his mind off of that little bundle of fun, and better yet, Selena's jiggling bare Grandbooty.
He REALLY hoped Daella didn't ask about the hot tub party.
Regardless, there he walked, a large pillar on his shoulder, boxes of resources strapped to the muscular Jedi's back. It was inhuman. How a man could handle that much weight was a mystery, and even Josh was struggling a bit. But he'd been eager to help, and that he would, to lessen the burden of the Republic's men as much as possible.
Soon, he passed by Daella, but didn't really notice her, a bit distracted from heaving loads of heavy cargo to the designated destination. Finally, he made it to where he needed to be. First things first, he set down the large pillar that he'd been supporting atop his shoulder, again making sure it didn't bean anybody as he set it down. Afterwords, he began undoing the straps. It felt like he'd just taken Naboo off his back as he undid them and allowed the boxes to gently fall to the floor. He nudged one of the operators to notify them that the load was there, before cracking his neck. Sith Spit, that was harsh. He promised himself to be less reckless next time, or risk killing himself. Korriban was soon, he couldn't overexert himself, even if his heart tended to get put over his mind at times...
He took a breath and took a seat where he could, comfortably. He needed a moment to rest his back and catch his breath.