Private Farming? A Man of Your Talents?

[Makai Dashiell]

CORPORATE SECTOR

Wearing | Gear : X | X | X | X | X | L3-37 | Interacting With : Balun Dashiell | Myra Arceneau Dashiell

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While a family trip, business was also on the docket. Leaving the idyllic fields on Orron III, the trip was short to Lythos IX. The agriworld would be changing hands right into his. Already from space he could see his grand experiment - a solar belt with attached space stations. If the energy source worked on Lythos IX then he would begin to pitch the idea further to other planets, his first focus being agriworlds or industrial centers.

As the vessel touched down, they were greeted by a tall Tytherran man of middle age. A representative of Casteel Mer’taal and Corusca Bank, the planet purchase made possible by extensive financing. Mister Tarval had come to ensure a final few documents were in order.

In tow with him was not only Ellie, but both Phoebe and his nephew Kellan.

Mister Tarval greeted Ellie with a kiss on the cheek before shaking his hand.

“Mister Dashiell, welcome.” The Tytherran turned to Phoebe. The little girl stuck out her hand for a shake, earning a small chuckle from Mister Tarval as he reached out to greet the young Dashiell. “A pleasure to meet you Miss Dashiell.”

“Hello!”

Gently Makai placed his hand on Kellan’s shoulder as the boy slowly stuck out his hand, mimicking his cousin.

“Hi.” Voice was quiet, shy and Makai gave Kellan a reassuring squeeze as the banker shook his nephew’s hand.

“And a pleasure to meet you, Mister Dashiell.” The Tytherran looked back to Makai and Myra. “Let’s get to business shall we?”

TWO DAYS LATER

Wind gently rustled through the fields on Lythos IX. A climate controlled planet, it was technically always planting season. If Makai had to estimate the crops in front of him were about halfway to harvest.

Busy working on securing operations on his agriworld, Makai had reached out for Balun to meet him on Lythos IX to pick up Kellan on the planet instead of Orron III. So far both children had been enjoying the change of scenery, watching the business deal go down or tromping through the rows of crops.

Phoebe lifted up a small, wiggling item into the sky, calling for him.

“Papa I found a worm!”

Kellan peered over. “That’s a snake.”

Phoebe drew the small creature closer to her face, examining it for a long moment.

“Papa I found a snake!”

Makai shook his head. Here they were trying to another addition to the family and all he could do was hope the next one would balance out Phoebe a smudge. Also perhaps it was time to get the girl evaluated for glasses if she was mixing up snakes and worms, even though the small reptile did look quite worm-like.

“I see. Why don’t you put the snake back down where it belongs.”

“I guess.” ​

 

[Balun Dashiell]

FARMING, A MAN OF YOUR TALENTS?
LOCATION: Lythos IX
INVENTORY: Spacer Apparel | Crossguard Lightsaber | K-16 Bryar Pistol
TRANSPORT: Liberty's Edge Clifford-Class Freighter
TAGS: Makai Dashiell | Myra Arceneau Dashiell

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The timing couldn't have been better, though his appointed pickup of Kellan Dashiell had been planned weeks in advance with Makai Dashiell . Balun had been grappling with some rather challenging headaches about his work on Naboo, if you could call it that. Quite frankly, the closer the time came to seeing his son once more, the more excited he got and the slower the days seemed to pass.

There was something to be said for distance making the heart grow stronger, and while Balun wasn't certain whether he recalled that particular quote being meant for familial ties, he also figured it hadn't been meant for those who followed the Jedi Path either.

Nonetheless, when the time came to depart Naboo and make headway for Lythos IX, a noticeable change in location from their original agreement, Balun was more than happy to discard his Jedi Starfighter for the more comfortable confines of the Liberty's Edge Clifford Class Freighter.

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Seated at the table within the small crew lounge, Balun cradled a cup of stimcaf in his right hand while steering off across the confines of the vessel's interior, seemingly lost in his own thoughts. Vesha Daruun and Chip were up front in the cockpit running the ship through the hyperspace lanes, more or less monitoring while it flew on autopilot.

Balun, however, felt somewhat at a crossroads. There were times when he felt he knew the direction in life that he had to take, as if he saw his path laid out clearly before him, not a single deviation in sight. And then there were days when he couldn't find the words to form his next sentence.

Clarity could come to him in moments, crystal clear, illuminating wisdom, encouraging self-confidence that he had often felt was always out of reach.

Or he could enter a room, find himself standing among his peers and feel entirely underqualified to consider himself one of their own.

These were, of course, metaphors, examples of his mindstate that came and went frequently in the privacy of moments such as these. When there were no younglings around to need him for something, no droids requiring repair or modification, and little company whose conversation could veer into the positive or negative as if hinging upon his deciding factor.

His recent conversation with Caedyn Arenais had not been as enlightening as he had hoped; the old man had been more of a Master of Riddles than he seemed to be of the Force. He had given Balun very little on what to expect ahead, and largely focused on providing feedback on the Jedi Knights' past, much of which Balun tried not to think too much about.

"You were taught, first, how to end a life… and only after, how to live one. Such was the burden of your youth, at an age where survival wore the mask of duty, and protection often demanded a blade.

But hear me, Balun: to truly live is not to stand ready to strike, but to know when you need not. The Force does not measure you by the lives you've taken in its name… but by the ones you choose, again and again, to spare."

Balun frowned to himself, raised his cup of stimcaf back to his lips, and took a begrudging sip as he thought the words over further. The sentiment of the fallen Master was not so disconnected from the last discussion that Balun had shared with his brother, though not in the sense of Balun's case, but rather more importantly, that of his son's future benefit. Like it or not, he hadn't left that discussion at an end, regardless of his telling Makai that it was the case that evening.

The thoughts still bothered him, some because he saw value in his brother's perspective; others because of the prospect of finding a different path for Kellan, one that did not imitate Balun's struggles and suffering over the years. That was, after all, the greatest responsibility of a parent, wasn't it?

>> Mr Dashiell, we will be departing Hyperspace in 10 minutes as we approach the Lythos System. Per your instructions, I will forward our transponder codes ahead of time, but your presence is encouraged should you wish to make contact with your brother prior to landing <<

Balun turned in his chair and gave one reluctant glance to the ship's intercom system. Were he found lacking in the Force, Vesha Daruun would certainly ensure he'd never find himself lost nor late for a timely meeting in his life, that he could be certain of.

He could not place why his mood felt so off today. There was no need for it. Everything had been going well, save for the anticipated struggle that was his new apprentice, nothing that hadn't been foreseen by the Grandmaster of the Order in all her infinite wisdom.

No, perhaps this trip was something that Balun sorely needed for himself, and his mood was truly a telling sign of burnout once again pushing against the carefully pressed external mask through which he shielded his true feelings from much of the Galaxy around him.

"Pull yourself together, Bale, your son's waiting for you down there", he said, and found a smile easily accompanying the words; "Time to go see what the little blunder's been up to".

Former Mentor: Ala Quin
Jedi Apprentice: Cerys Dyn
Major Faction: The High Republic
Sub-Faction: Jhaessa Prime
Conglomerate: Dashiell Incorporated™
Subsidiary Company: Dashiell Retrofit™​

"Speech"
'Thought'​

 

[Makai Dashiell]

LYTHOS IX

Wearing | Gear : X | X | X | X | X | L3-37 | Interacting With : Balun Dashiell
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Walking down the service roads as Thirty-Seven lectured him on current crop outputs, Makai was amused as the kids stopped to pick items. The two had already downed their weight in berries, each of their faces smudged with dark red fruit. Much of the finer details of the planets purpose was lost on them but the half-Galan thought it was important they be involved in the process. Introducing them slowly the way Danger taught him and Ellie when they were children.

"Killing my profits kids."

"Its not profit its berries."

"Your mother is going to kill me when she sees you're all hopped up on sugary berries and not real food."

"Don't worry, I'll tell Mama berries are food." With that, Phoebe stuck another in her mouth just as Kellan was craning his head at the approaching vessel. It was different than the boxy cargo haulers that arrived to take produce and other foodstuffs off world, much sleeker and smaller.

[ Your brother is arriving Sir. I informed control to have him land at the southern quadrant landing pad, we are not too far. ]

"We will meet him halfway. Maybe a little less if my charges continue to stop and eat as if they hadn't had two meals already today."

[ Items from Joiol should be arriving today too Sir. Given the scuffles between the Sith and High Republic, I advanced the timeline to get the critical items sent. ]

They would be living underfoot at Danger's home for a bit. Makai had considered retrofitting one of the space stations on Lythos IX as a space for them but ultimately decided it would do his mother-in-law some good to have her demanding granddaughter in close proximity for a little while. Good for Phoebe as well, as soon she would see less of her cousin due to distance and obligation, there would be a built in distraction.

 

[Balun Dashiell]

FARMING, A MAN OF YOUR TALENTS?
LOCATION: Lythos IX
INVENTORY: Spacer Apparel | Crossguard Lightsaber | K-16 Bryar Pistol
TRANSPORT: Liberty's Edge Clifford-Class Freighter
TAGS: Makai Dashiell | Myra Arceneau Dashiell

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He had instructed Vesha and Chip to remain on board the Liberty's Edge, pulling a black hooded robe around his shoulders and draping it around him as he disembarked into the open view of the beautiful landscape that was Lythos IX.

Trading the stale air of the Heavy Freighter for the fresh, natural atmosphere of the vibrant, budding agri-world, Balun could appreciate the belief that his Son would have had a splendid time there with his Cousin to keep him eternally busy and entertained.

The Force was strong here, not outwardly in presence as one might compare to that of the congregation of Force-Users, but rather of natural beauty. Evidence of life in its eternal cycle of creation, growth, decline, and rejuvenation. Even in the absence of sentient influence, Balun could still sense the Force at work, alive and ever-flowing, nurturing the galaxy with new life. And when that life came to an end, he found quiet solace in knowing its energy was never lost, only transformed, destined to begin again.

'If only my own path were so simple' His brow tugged to a frown as the thought caused a falter in his step, and he paused as if interrupted by another. He straightened out his attire, but like it or not, he felt tired and worn down.

Doubt had been creeping in over the past week or so, and he had been doing his best to stifle it. Balun tried to discourage the sentiment, assuming that most who were newly knighted were struggling to adjust to the new role and the pressures that came with it. But there was more to it than that, and he knew it deep down. These past weeks had been uneasy, what with his lack of progress with Cerys Dyn , and, least of all, his meditation session a couple of days prior, which had truly thrown him.

His hands balled and then unfurled, his breath being drawn and slowly released to the gentle breeze as he sought to settle his nerves. He listened to the quiet of the distant horizon, save for the rumblings of sentient machinery some ways off, and his family a short distance along the path he now continued to walk. Balun Dashiell stored his feelings in the depths of his mind, locking away his fears and concerns for another time.

Things had been difficult between himself and Makai Dashiell plenty enough the last time they had spent time together, and he did not wish to give his brother a reminder, nor an excuse to revisit such quandaries. Balun had come to collect his son, Kellan Dashiell , and he hoped that the visit would be a pleasant distraction from an otherwise troublesome mind.

Former Mentor: Ala Quin
Jedi Apprentice: Cerys Dyn
Major Faction: The High Republic
Sub-Faction: Jhaessa Prime
Conglomerate: Dashiell Incorporated™
Subsidiary Company: Dashiell Retrofit™​

"Speech"
'Thought'​

 

[Makai Dashiell]

LYTHOS IX

Wearing | Gear : X | X | X | X | X | L3-37 | Interacting With : Balun Dashiell
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"I think I see 'im!"

This from the child who couldn't tell snake from worm. Yet his daughter was correct and he could see Balun slowly coming to greet them. The trio had gotten further than expected when Makai took a handful of berries and doled them out along the way, like leading Loth-cats somewhere with treats.

Both kids took off in a full run, shouting Balun's name and giggling as Phoebe slammed into his leg, hugging it tight.

"Uncle Bale why are you wearing your bath robe outside the house?" Little face scrunched as she looked up, questioning. In her eyes it was the same thing as what she wore when she got out of the bath and got her hair braided for the evening.

Overhearing the question as question as he approached, Makai chuckled lightly. Eyes squinted in the sun as he took in his brother. He looked like death warmed over. The half-Galan raised an eyebrow, taking in the sight. If he didn't know better Balun looked like a man up all night with a screaming newborn.

"You look like sh-" He paused, remembering the kids. "Sunshine, a brilliant ray of sunshine. Welcome to Lythos IX."

 

[Balun Dashiell]

FARMING, A MAN OF YOUR TALENTS?
LOCATION: Lythos IX
INVENTORY: Spacer Apparel | Crossguard Lightsaber | K-16 Bryar Pistol
TRANSPORT: Liberty's Edge Clifford-Class Freighter
TAGS: Makai Dashiell | Myra Arceneau Dashiell

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Thank the Force for the brilliance of younger minds.

As Pheobe and Kellan bolted towards Balun, the Jedi of them bent down and reached out for the scrambling pair, picking them up as their younglings' momentum carried them both sailing into his arms and forcing Balun backwards a step as he stood upright with the strength to lift them higher. "Stars! Have you two grown already? I could swear you both have gotten bigger since a couple of weeks ago!" Balun exclaimed, forcing enthusiasm into his voice, and swallowing the wear and tear of the past days lest they pick up on his recent struggles.

Turning slightly so that he could look to meet his brother's eyes, Balun half-smiled as he caught the falter in Makai Dashiell 's remark. He had almost let slip a curse word in front of the little ones, but he had hidden it well, and they hadn't caught him out on it. Naturally, and much to Balun's lack of surprise, Makai didn't miss a beat when it came to picking up on his brother's state of well-being. Makai knew Balun well enough.

"How could one not look so good, greeted by such splendid company as yourselves, my dear brother?" Balun replied with a smirk, though truthfully, he was being serious. He was glad for the company, not only because it was a good distraction, but also because, given the underlying tension of recent days, Balun found it easy to appreciate the present moment, spending time with Makai and the kids once more.

Glancing between the two younglings in his arms with a mischievous smile, wide eyes full of enquiry and suspense, "Now then, which of you is going to spill the gossip first? What trouble have we been causing for my darling older brother?!".

Former Mentor: Ala Quin
Jedi Apprentice: Cerys Dyn
Major Faction: The High Republic
Sub-Faction: Jhaessa Prime
Conglomerate: Dashiell Incorporated™
Subsidiary Company: Dashiell Retrofit™​

"Speech"
'Thought'​

 

[Makai Dashiell]

Wearing | Gear : X | X | X | X | X | L3-37 | Interacting With : Balun Dashiell
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"We have gotten bigger!" Phoebe seemed excited someone noticed her few millimeters of new height.

"There was no trouble. We had all sorts of fun this time around." Makai never really had 'trouble' from the kids. They could be wild and a handful but that could be expected of two small ones close in age. Truth be told he enjoyed the chaos of younglings underfoot.

"Yeah, no trouble." Phoebe echoed, mildly offended her Uncle would suggest such a thing. "We had all sortsa fun lookin for salamanders and playing all over Mimi's house. Papa was teachin' us gravgolf too."

Makai looked to his brother and lofted a brow, the kids wouldn't understand his next question but his brother would get the message loud and clear.

"What kind of trouble as Balun been up to?"

 

[Myra Arceneau Dashiell]

Outfit: x x x x x | Equipment: x x x x | Tag: Makai Dashiell Balun Dashiell

To say that Balun was not one of Myra's favorite individuals as of late was putting it lightly.

However, the heiress was also trying to be understanding in the fact that he was Makai's half-brother, and he had been raised in a different sort of style -- if one could call being dropped off at a temple by his mother a style -- but also had to deal with the whole Force thing.

Now, despite the fact that Danger had plenty of interaction with Force users of many kinds, it did not mean that Myra had as much contact with them as well, and thus, was able to understand their rhyme and reason. But being in that proximity to the Queen of Trade also gave her a heaping colored view on Force users and their absurd practices.

That Makai had told her Balun was thinking of sending Kellan away was enough to cement more of those prejudices within the brunette.

"Yes... what sort of trouble has Uncle Balun gotten into, hmm?" Myra's voice piped in behind them. She had a basket of snacks and bottles of ice-cold lemonade in her hand when the woman walked in on the brothers chatting with Phoebe and Kellan. Wait, what was that in Phoebe's hand?

"Phoebe what do you have in your hand?!"

 

[Balun Dashiell]

FARMING, A MAN OF YOUR TALENTS?
LOCATION: Lythos IX
INVENTORY: Spacer Apparel | Crossguard Lightsaber | K-16 Bryar Pistol
TRANSPORT: Liberty's Edge Clifford-Class Freighter
TAGS: Makai Dashiell | Myra Arceneau Dashiell

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"Myra" Balun smiled and dipped his head, still holding the two rugrats in his arms, "Looking lovely as always", he greeted her before his attention was torn back to Pheobe's voice as she mimicked her father, Makai Dashiell , ever so patient with the younglings, was quite possibly put in this Galaxy to be a father if nothing else.

"You won't believe how far Uncle can hit the grav-ball, too!" Kellan chimed in with a childish grin, glancing back at Makai, having been amazed watching his display of Gravgolf. One moment, the ball had been sitting there waiting to have its butt kicked by the club, and the next it was gone.

Between Uncle Mak and Aunt Myra, Kellan and Pheobe have been kept plenty entertained. Kell had been having a great time, and there'd been so much to explore. It was different from, like, back home on Jhaessa Prime; for instance, they travelled much less, and because Phee and her family couldn't use the Force, Kellan had avoided doing so himself, naturally wanting to fit in and be one of them.

"Gravgolf and Salamanders, huh?" Balun chuckled quietly, not missing a beat as he looked across to Makai; "Y'know I always thought if I looked at your Pa at a certain angle Pheebs, he kinda looked a bit like a Salamander himself, dont'cha think?". Ever playful, Balun grinned at the two younglings trying to coerce a laugh out of them both.

Finally moving to settle them both back down to their own two feet, he pondered upon his own troubles: "Hm, what grand schemes have been at play in the life of Balun Dashiell?" he spoke with blended humour and sarcasm, seeking to make light of an evidently scrutinising question, instead turning it into a bit of a show for the youngling's sake; He even did the spirit fingers for effect.

And then his posture straightened, and he offered something of a flat smile, "Sorry to disappoint ya kids, I've been behaving myself too".

"Aw, C'mon!" exclaimed Kellan, a half-laugh, half-exasperated cry. He then cackled aloud and shook his head, clearly used to his father's silly behaviour. Seeing Balun around children often revealed a side of him that few people got to see, but Kellan saw it every day and loved it. He and his dad could be cheeky to each other, could be silly and play pranks on each other, they could even argue about stuff, but it didn't matter because nothing ever changed. "You're totally faking!" Kellan shot his Pa a toothy grin.

"Maybe I am. Maybe I'm not. You'll have to use your imagination," Balun stuck out his tongue.

It was, however, at this point that he heard Myra and Makai mention that Pheobe had something in her hands, and he glanced to the girl while his hands moved down towards his belt in a sudden rush of hope that he still had his blaster firmly holstered and his lightsaber concealed beneath his jacket where it should have remained.

Former Mentor: Ala Quin
Jedi Apprentice: Cerys Dyn
Major Faction: The High Republic
Sub-Faction: Jhaessa Prime
Conglomerate: Dashiell Incorporated™
Subsidiary Company: Dashiell Retrofit™​

"Speech"
'Thought'​

 

[Makai Dashiell]

Wearing | Gear : X | X | X | X | X | L3-37 | Interacting With : Balun Dashiell | Myra Arceneau Dashiell
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Reaching for the picnic basket, Makai didn't want Ellie hefting the object around, especially if it was loaded with food for two bottomless pits. They had wiped out berries but he was more than confident the pair could eat three times over.

"Just lots of practice Kell. You did great yourself. A few more lessons and you can be on the course with the whole group, Phoebe would love to have another kid out there besides Loren."

Makai often hit the links with Harlan and brought their respective children along. At first it had been letting the nannies sit them in the stroller to watch, now both had child size club sets and participated in the game. Another thing his brother probably didn't know about him, judging by the reaction straight to salamander.

Little brows furrowed together. "No...not a salamander. Papa's got scales and Nana has scales. Not like all over though. I didn't get any."

"He is faking" Makai agreed with Kellan regarding Balun's behavior. Makai suspected he was far from his absolute best behavior, especially after discovering his brother got promoted at a disciplinary hearing. What kind of organization punishes someone by promoting them? Still a mystery.

Gaze fell to Phoebes hand at his wife's prompting.

"Berries?" Phoebe played innocent then looked at her other hand. "OH." Contained in her second hand was a berry juice covered snake. The same snake he told her to put down. "Its worm-snake. He wanted to come see Uncle Bale. I put him in my pocket."

Carefully with his free hand he reached out to take worm-snake.

"Let's put him back down to protect the crops."

 

[Myra Arceneau Dashiell]

Outfit: x x x x x | Equipment: x x x x | Tag: Makai Dashiell

Makai Dashiell Balun Dashiell

Normally, Myra was a better hostess -- her mama would skin her alive if she didn't adhere to the standards Danger Arceneau put out to make a place hospitable and people at home.

And while Balun had greeted her with a compliment, Myra's attention was solely fixed on whatever Pheobe had in her hand. It was small, slender, and coiling and -- wait, a worm snake?

For once, Myra was speechless and struck between the sudden need to recoil and also slap whatever wormsnake from Phoebe's hand in terror. It was a good thing Makai had taken the basket, because at that instant, Myra clocked in the most shrill sound as she called out.

"Phobe Colette Dashiell Arceneau! Put that thing down immediately!" she called out to her daughter, who, unfortunately, at hearing Myra's rare shrill voice, only ended up startling the little girl. Which resulted in the poor worm snake being flung in the air.

Which then only landed at Myra's feet.

Who then gave a startled, half-scared recoiled gasp and then immediately half-jumped on top of Makai as if to get away from it.

"Oh my stars, get that away from me!"

 

[Makai Dashiell]

Wearing | Gear : X | X | X | X | X | L3-37 | Interacting With : Myra Arceneau Dashiell | Balun Dashiell
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The way Ellie used their daughter's entire government name got his attention. Both last names, not even a sharp Phoebe Colette he had often heard when the girl was in trouble. It reminded Makai of when Ellie would get pissed at him only this was strangely worse because he couldn't figure out what their daughter did wrong. Given the extremely startled look on Phoebe's face, the girl didn't seem to know either.

That was until the very small, very harmless snake landed on the ground. Makai was so certain the poor creature was so stunned it couldn't move - but his wife sure could.

In all their years of knowing one another and living together he had never seen her afraid of snakes. Didn't she watch nature documentaries while on bed rest during pregnancy? They had snorkeled several times, had they never run across an eel? Yet here she was, trying to use him to gain some high ground from a creature no bigger than a standard ink pen. Given the size, the snake could probably chow down on an ant or tick but beyond that?

"I was trying to...kind of hard when you're clinging to me like you're drowning in rough seas."

 

[Balun Dashiell]

FARMING, A MAN OF YOUR TALENTS?
LOCATION: Lythos IX
INVENTORY: High Republic Jedi Robes | Crossguard Lightsaber | K-16 Bryar Pistol
TRANSPORT: Liberty's Edge Clifford-Class Freighter
TAGS: Makai Dashiell | Myra Arceneau Dashiell

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"Phobe Colette Dashiell Arceneau! Put that thing down immediately!"

Balun's eyes widened a little as he looked from the young Pheobe, quickly over to Myra, who seemed poised in fear beside Makai Dashiell at the very sight of the worm-snake.

Kellan Dashiell 's mouth opened partially, as if about to speak, yet quickly thinking the better of it.

'Smart kid'.

Yet as the Worm-Snake was thrown into the air, Pheobe suddenly panicked at her mother's upstart; Balun's eyes watched the scene continue to unravel, unable to help but let the corner of his mouth curl, doing his best to withhold a smirk.

As the Worm-Snake descended, Myra Arceneau Dashiell ascended. It was a feat of physical prowess that Balun hadn't figured the woman had in her, but she somehow climbed up his brother as though her were a wroshyr tree; and finally Balun couldn't contain himself from laughter.

He quickly coughed, trying to stifle his amusement and cover it with the weak act of having something stuck in his throat, looking for a distraction in the worm-snake instead. "Heh-Wow, Pheobe. You brought this little guy out here for me?" he reached down to pick up the long, limbless critter in his left hand, only marginally dipping into his connection to the Force to ensure the small creature was docile and safe.

"How about we take the little fella back to their home where you found them, eh?" He suggested and began to put some distance between himself and the other two adults before Pheobe or Kellan could suggest something they thought was a better idea. In Balun's mind, anywhere away from Myra would be safest for the little fella, and vice versa.

"Come along, you two", He called the younglings, looking to give Myra a moment to breathe, and Makai a chance to help settle her if needs be. A couple of things: "Uncle Mak, and Aunty Myra can watch from a distance".

Former Mentor: Ala Quin
Jedi Apprentice: Cerys Dyn
Major Faction: The High Republic
Sub-Faction: Jhaessa Prime
Conglomerate: Dashiell Incorporated™
Subsidiary Company: Dashiell Retrofit™​

"Speech"
'Thought'
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OOC Writer Note: I fumbled the Apparel Balun's wearing due to a several-day medicinal brainfart. He is, in fact, wearing his White and Gold Jedi Robes, as Pheobe so kindly called a Bath Robe xD

 

[Myra Arceneau Dashiell]

Outfit: x x x x x | Equipment: x x x x | Tag: Makai Dashiell Balun Dashiell
(super sorry for the delay. Since work is crazy, I'll tag Myra out so you guys can continue on.)

"Please, when have you've ever complained about me clinging to you!" Myra shot back after giving a gasp, a narrowed glare, and then pursed her lips so tightly they were a hilarious thin line. NOt that particular expression lasted long; no, her attention flowed back to the supposedly very small, very harmless snake.

As if Makai didn't remember that sometimes the smallest of things could be the most dangerous!

"Thank you Balun!" for a moment, Myra was grateful for Balun as he led the kids and whatever... that thing was away.

It took a moment to gather herself, but the heiress none the less felt all kinds of flustered regarding the situation.

"We-elll!" she began, sweeping the fabric of her shirt as she still felt a bit incombobulated.

"Not a single word Makai Dashiell!" a finger came out to point out at her husband, even as she caught the slight twitch at the corner of his mouth.

"Not one --" that was when her comm began to buzz. With a quick grab she checked the ID and then frowned.

"Let me take this." a pause then before she accepted she turned towards Makai. "... talk to him. I think it is better if Balun stays here with us than head off with him if all he's planning is to... well you know."

It still bothered her. The whole plan to send Balun to the Jedi. She saw it as a cop out. They had plenty of money to hire any sort of Force users to be Balun's private tutors. Tutors who were vetted and would allow the boy to stay at the Farm with people who cared about him.

She pressed the accept button and began to chat, walking off a distance to have the conversation and allow Makai to get back to Balun and the kids.

And hopefully that tiny worm snake would get promptly placed far, faaaaarrr away from the Farm.

 

[Makai Dashiell]

LYTHOS IX

Wearing | Gear : X | X | X | X | X | L3-37 | Interacting With : Balun Dashiell | Myra Arceneau Dashiell (Last Tag)

"I wasn't complaining about you clinging to me." Arm tightened around her for a moment as she slid back down to solid ground now that the worm-snake had been taken by the others. While he was amused that his wife was scared of snakes - after all she had been through - snakes was something she had settled on to be scared of. "Not another word, I promise."

Placing a quick kiss on her cheek as the comm rang, he wasn't surprised they were already interrupted. As she spoke of Kellan, Makai raised an eyebrow. He had that conversation once and it seemed to fall on deaf ears. Trying to have it again with little ears running around was a disaster.

Mentally he was already preparing to deal with a very sad Starlight in the coming months.

"Come on little terrorists." He included both kids and Balun in that statement. "Let's go take break."

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Drinking his lemonade, Makai sat in the shade of one of the towering fruit trees. In little kid fashion, the kids had eaten off and on before getting far too excited at the prospect of poking around and eating fruit and berries off the trees. Thirty-Seven had drifted off to keep an eye on the pair as they giggled between rows.

"Well....I'd say this is the last time we're going to see each other for awhile."

 

[Balun Dashiell]

FARMING, A MAN OF YOUR TALENTS?
LOCATION: Lythos IX
INVENTORY: High Republic Jedi Robes | Crossguard Lightsaber | K-16 Bryar Pistol
TRANSPORT: Liberty's Edge Clifford-Class Freighter
TAGS: Makai Dashiell | Myra Arceneau Dashiell

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Myra Arceneau Dashiell had disappeared to take some form of call; business was Balun's first guess, though he hadn't been close enough to judge. It was unfortunate that he hadn't seen a great deal of her since their last Life Day gathering, yet Balun raised a hand and waved her farewell for now. He would make sure to catch her before departing Lythos. Makai's wife had a good head on her shoulders, and she was great for his brother. There was a saying in there somewhere: "Behind every successful man is a woman worth twice their like". His brother truly did seem to have the perfect family picture going on, and Lythos IX only added to the charm.

While the younglings devoured their food quickly, less chewing and more swallowing whole portions at a time, they quickly found distraction in the nearby hedgerows of fruit trees. Balun's eyes widened slightly, watching them and thinking of how wondrous life must have seemed for them at their young age, where everything could excite them with so little incentive.

"Well....I'd say this is the last time we're going to see each other for awhile."

Makai Dashiell pulled his attention back, his words being somewhat unexpected as they left Balun to consider his meaning. Likely, his brother could be assuming that Balun would be too busy with his work as a Jedi to visit, but he would make time, especially for Kellan, if no one else. "Not by design, nor if I have any say in it", he replied softly, turning back to watch the kids from their spot beneath the shade. Kellan truly adored spending time with Pheobe, playing together, and feeling a sense of belonging with someone his own age. Makai's daughter didn't judge him by his extraordinary appearance, his differences from others, as Kellan was most often afraid people would.

"I've been looking into a few things since we last saw each other", Balun spoke up, uncertain how this compromise was to be received or if it would even be viewed in such a way; "I'm not sure if you're aware of it, but the Jedi Order has an umbrella branch of Service Corporations. One of these is the AgriCorps, where the Order can enlist its members to specialise in differing paths of service". Once upon a time, the AgriCorps used to be the alternative path for Jedi Initiates who failed to pass their trials and become Padawan Learners, but as time had passed and generations of Jedi had adapted and changed with the times, the Service Corps had become more fluid, able to be integrated with the Path should one seek it.

"So far, the more credible option, Kellan can be part of the Jedi Order while enlisting with the AgriCorps, learning to cultivate the land. Provide and nurture life, rather than take it" The last sentence was especially important to Balun, who had experienced so much combat in his younger years, "And most importantly, do so on a suitable world minded by guardians with a vested interest in his care".

Former Mentor: Ala Quin
Jedi Apprentice: Cerys Dyn
Major Faction: The High Republic
Sub-Faction: Jhaessa Prime
Conglomerate: Dashiell Incorporated™
Subsidiary Company: Dashiell Retrofit™​

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[Makai Dashiell]

LYTHOS IX

Wearing | Gear : X | X | X | X | X | L3-37 | Interacting With : Balun Dashiell
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"I mean, lot of factors there. Going to take Myra on a trip for one, its her birthday soon and our wedding anniversary coming up. Get away from the business and from Starlight for a bit. So there alone will keep me away from High Republic space." He paused, taking a swig of the lemonade. "Plus, you know, living out here is quite removed from all that along the Core and Mid-Rim."

He was still criss-crossing the 'verse for work but there was also the slow consolidation of his work in the Corporate Sector. Travel would always be a necessary evil but being tucked away out in the Tingel Arm was the wisest option to keep Phoebe and her future sibling safe.

"No, I was not aware." How would he be? Continuing on, Makai shook his head. "Let me guess Master Dashiell, you can use your influence to pull some strings and bring this program to Lythos IX?"

As he mulled over the idea, he realized his answer would depend greatly on what came next.

"So the Jedi tell me how to run my business or how does this work? If I want to sell a crate of wine to a Sith Lord I don't need an entire admonishment about it. Or is this more like a university extension office? I offer some land and a building so research can occur?"

 

[Balun Dashiell]

FARMING, A MAN OF YOUR TALENTS?
LOCATION: Lythos IX
INVENTORY: High Republic Jedi Robes | Crossguard Lightsaber | K-16 Bryar Pistol
TRANSPORT: Liberty's Edge Clifford-Class Freighter
TAGS: Makai Dashiell | Myra Arceneau Dashiell

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"Frankly, if I thought the Jedi would have any notion of telling you how to do your job, I'd not have made the suggestion to begin with", Balun replied with a small smile, understanding well the need to retain one's independent control over business decisions. Balun himself would have felt entirely the same; he had no intention of placing his brother in that position. "The men in our family don't take kindly to being instructed in our own business interests, lest it comes from inside the family and even then, carefully treading thin ice", he elaborated with a quiet chuckle, speaking more of himself in this instance and regarding their father in mind.

Searching his robes for his packet of cigarra's while the younglings were away and playing, Balun plucked one from the carton and placed it to his lips whilst speaking around it; "I'd need you to sign some documentation agreeing to take on Kellan's care for the duration of the program, which I would also co-sign for parental consent. Kellan would be provided with a curriculum for his continued education within the Order, though it would focus largely on fieldwork, practical application, and learning alongside your mentoring, or someone of equal stature here whom we both trust. Myra, for example".

The reality of this program would see Kellan Dashiell move to Lythos IX and live with Makai and Myra, something that Balun hadn't easily relented to. For many Jedi Padawan, they could also be shipped off to various Enclaves or Praxeum across the Galaxy, dependent upon the Master they are tutored under, or the assignments handed down by the Jedi Council. At least this way, for the juvenile years of Kellan's Jedi life, they would be able to retain control of where he was and keep him close by his loved ones as he grew and matured as a Force-User.

"There's room to maneuver around this program, given my place in the Order. There's also no rush on this, so you and Myra should take some time to discuss it if this works for you," Balun suggested, encouraging Makai Dashiell to put himself and his wife's plans first. He didn't intend to get in their way or impose on them if they didn't truly want this kind of commitment. "I just figured, given where we left things, this was as good a compromise as I could manage that enabled Kellan to be the Jedi he wants, but encourage a more peaceful path alongside people who love him".

Former Mentor: Ala Quin
Jedi Apprentice: Cerys Dyn
Major Faction: The High Republic
Sub-Faction: Jhaessa Prime
Conglomerate: Dashiell Incorporated™
Subsidiary Company: Dashiell Retrofit™​

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[Makai Dashiell]

LYTHOS IX

Wearing | Gear : X | X | X | X | X | L3-37 | Interacting With : Balun Dashiell
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Makai blinked slowly, quiet to ensure he heard correctly. Last time he had proposed Kellan come and live with himself and Myra he thought his brother was going to punch him. Now, completely out of the blue, here he was suggesting it on his own. Iced azure gaze searched his half-brother's features, wondering if the idiot got his ass kicked by a Sith again. Always a motivator for change.

"Myra and I already discussed this. We would be happy to have Kellan in our home."

Granted they lived on Orron III and not Lythos IX, but both planets were extremely close to one another. By design since Makai wanted to have more of his work in one location. A simple shuttle trip over and he could be at work within the hour. Same for Kellan, the boy could take a small shuttle from the home to Lythos IX morning and night.

"The Jedi will provide a tutor or do Myra and I need to hire one? Credits are no object and with a bit of direction we can research and entice the best to come teach Kellan. Obviously I'll be around for the business end of it but my schedule wouldn't allow me to homeschool a child all day for six to eight hours."

The tutor would have to live somewhere, so it looked as if building accommodations on the planet would be in order. Easy really, given it would need to be done for any researchers or university students they planned on hosting.

 

[Balun Dashiell]

FARMING, A MAN OF YOUR TALENTS?
LOCATION: Lythos IX
INVENTORY: High Republic Jedi Robes | Crossguard Lightsaber | K-16 Bryar Pistol
TRANSPORT: Liberty's Edge Clifford-Class Freighter
TAGS: Makai Dashiell | Myra Arceneau Dashiell

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When Makai Dashiell confirmed that he and Myra Arceneau Dashiell would be happy to have Kellan Dashiell live with them, Balun simply nodded. He wanted to show his appreciation, but truth be told, the situation brought mixed emotions. For one, Kellan not being situated at the Jedi Temple on Naboo meant that Balun would be seeing his Son far less, not as capable of keeping an eye on him as he'd have preferred; Yet there were none alike Myra and Makai that Balun would trust with the life of his own child, which was precisely the reason he had reluctantly taken his brothers feelings on the matter into mind, reflecting on his own life and deciding that perhaps this was what was best for his Son's future.

"A tutor and any expenses that come of Kellan's time with you will be fully covered on my end, of course" Balun assured his brother, though was certain to add his thanks, "As much as I appreciate the offer Makai. You and Myra may be on board with Kellan living with you, but I'd feel much more comfortable providing in every way possible". This change in his and Kellan's lives was not a simple one, perhaps less so for the boy's father, who had the adult mentality to know the ramifications of such a decision. Balun wasn't willing to think, let alone act as though he were relinquishing his fatherhood of his Son, no matter what others might make of the circumstances surrounding Kellan's soon-to-be change of residency.

"How would you feel if I were to act as liaison between your family and the Order for the program, should there be a need for communication between yourselves and the Jedi Order?" Balun reluctantly asked, uncertain how much his brother would be willing to discuss the prospective agreement with other Jedi. One half of Balun expected his brother to dismiss the need, wanting only to speak on behalf of his own family, which would have been Balun's own preference in Makai's position, but then the Jedi Knight also felt the distance of faith between the Dashiell's and the Order as a whole, which had led him to make the offer in the first place; "No decisions, merely a messenger to lessen any potential frustrations on your part".

Former Mentor: Ala Quin
Jedi Apprentice: Cerys Dyn
Major Faction: The High Republic
Sub-Faction: Jhaessa Prime
Conglomerate: Dashiell Incorporated™
Subsidiary Company: Dashiell Retrofit™​

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