The Arbiter
Katarn Homestead
Sulon
Friends...
Marcello honestly did not have many. In fact, he wasn't even sure if [member="Avalore Eden"] really considered him more than an intriguing acquaintance. Their interactions in the past had always been either amidst the rolling onslaught of destruction provided by the early incarnations of the One Sith or a gathering of Jedi devolving into... Well. Marcello didn't even know, he never actually participated in the conversations.
The Advanced N-1T darted across the atmosphere of Sulon. It was daylight on this particular side of the moon, and the Rogue found the sprawling fields and forests below appealing. It was the type of environment that reminded him of his home. In the back of his mind, Marcello reminded himself that he'd promised a certain someone he would return to tie up his affairs on Naboo.
However, for the time being, he was determined to enjoy a modicum of time off. Banking the vessel sharply to the right, Marcello's glacier-blue gaze fell upon the sprawling Katarn Homestead in the distance. As a small smile touched his lips, Marcello leveled out the vessel and began a gradual descent towards the surface.
Cognizant of the fact that this was someone's home, the spacer piloted the nimble interceptor with care. In fact it was almost boring. Approaching from the south side of the estate over a large canyon, Marcello traded horizontal thrust from the sublight bank for vertical thrust from the smaller repulsors to minimize the noise disruption to those inside the homestead. In a manner of minuted, the dark blue N-1T nestled softly into the grass a couple hundred yards from the edge of the sprawling estate. "R8, finish the post-flight for me buddy, then take a break."
R8 made a series of beeps indicating his moderate displeasure, mostly to irritate Marcello.
Marcello rolled his eyes as he opened the canopy. "Oh stop complaining. You've been shut down in droid dreamland for like the entire flight." Removing his helmet, Marcello stood and then placed the helmet on his seat. Leaping down from the cockpit, the Rogue landed softly as he turned his gaze in the direction of the Katarn Homestead. After adjusting his jacket, Marcello began making his way forward as a soft breeze caught strands of his long hair ever so slightly.
Sulon
Friends...
Marcello honestly did not have many. In fact, he wasn't even sure if [member="Avalore Eden"] really considered him more than an intriguing acquaintance. Their interactions in the past had always been either amidst the rolling onslaught of destruction provided by the early incarnations of the One Sith or a gathering of Jedi devolving into... Well. Marcello didn't even know, he never actually participated in the conversations.
The Advanced N-1T darted across the atmosphere of Sulon. It was daylight on this particular side of the moon, and the Rogue found the sprawling fields and forests below appealing. It was the type of environment that reminded him of his home. In the back of his mind, Marcello reminded himself that he'd promised a certain someone he would return to tie up his affairs on Naboo.
However, for the time being, he was determined to enjoy a modicum of time off. Banking the vessel sharply to the right, Marcello's glacier-blue gaze fell upon the sprawling Katarn Homestead in the distance. As a small smile touched his lips, Marcello leveled out the vessel and began a gradual descent towards the surface.
Cognizant of the fact that this was someone's home, the spacer piloted the nimble interceptor with care. In fact it was almost boring. Approaching from the south side of the estate over a large canyon, Marcello traded horizontal thrust from the sublight bank for vertical thrust from the smaller repulsors to minimize the noise disruption to those inside the homestead. In a manner of minuted, the dark blue N-1T nestled softly into the grass a couple hundred yards from the edge of the sprawling estate. "R8, finish the post-flight for me buddy, then take a break."
R8 made a series of beeps indicating his moderate displeasure, mostly to irritate Marcello.
Marcello rolled his eyes as he opened the canopy. "Oh stop complaining. You've been shut down in droid dreamland for like the entire flight." Removing his helmet, Marcello stood and then placed the helmet on his seat. Leaping down from the cockpit, the Rogue landed softly as he turned his gaze in the direction of the Katarn Homestead. After adjusting his jacket, Marcello began making his way forward as a soft breeze caught strands of his long hair ever so slightly.