The Arbiter
Keren, Naboo
Marcello's glacier-blue gaze danced over the horizon of Naboo as he disembarked his personal starfighter. Drawing his brown cloak a little tighter against his body, the Jedi Master stood motionless for a few moments, inhaling the atmosphere of his home planet deeply. It had been more than fifteen years now since he so much as stepped foot on the surface of Naboo. It had been twenty-five years since he'd visited Keren and his family home. The death of Marcello's parents had struck a chord with him, but he hadn't lingered long after the funeral.
Following the reading of the Will, the young Jedi had sold the home to settle debts. There was a safety deposit box as well, but Marcello figured if there was anything in it of importance, he would have heard of its existence prior to the readiing of some will. He supposed that he had [member="Kiskla Grayson"] to thank for him finally relenting into viewing the contents and returning home.
While his family was now the woman that held his affection, the Jedi Master could not deny a simple reality. His own background and history would one day be important to more than just him. He only wished that his parents had still been alive when he finally came to the realization. They no doubt would have liked the Kiffar female a great deal.
Leaving R8 to tend to the spacecraft, Marcello stepped forward towards the local banking facility.
Marcello's glacier-blue gaze danced over the horizon of Naboo as he disembarked his personal starfighter. Drawing his brown cloak a little tighter against his body, the Jedi Master stood motionless for a few moments, inhaling the atmosphere of his home planet deeply. It had been more than fifteen years now since he so much as stepped foot on the surface of Naboo. It had been twenty-five years since he'd visited Keren and his family home. The death of Marcello's parents had struck a chord with him, but he hadn't lingered long after the funeral.
Following the reading of the Will, the young Jedi had sold the home to settle debts. There was a safety deposit box as well, but Marcello figured if there was anything in it of importance, he would have heard of its existence prior to the readiing of some will. He supposed that he had [member="Kiskla Grayson"] to thank for him finally relenting into viewing the contents and returning home.
While his family was now the woman that held his affection, the Jedi Master could not deny a simple reality. His own background and history would one day be important to more than just him. He only wished that his parents had still been alive when he finally came to the realization. They no doubt would have liked the Kiffar female a great deal.
Leaving R8 to tend to the spacecraft, Marcello stepped forward towards the local banking facility.