Private Humble Beginnings, Not So Humble Actions

[Gavin Restur]

He would be taking the occasional sip from his glass as she spoke, still listening as intently as before. Humanitarian aid, diplomacy...what's the word he's looking for, with that.

"...so peacekeepers, essentially. Alright." Taking a moment to streeeeeeetch his back, while he sat. "Not my personal taste for work, but someone's gotta do it, and it's definitely something respectable. If you couldn't tell earlier, I'm much more of a 'blast whoever needs blasting' kind of guy, as opposed to...listening to them farmers squabble." With an easy tone as he spoke.

["Balance, right?"]

A lift up of his own glass as she did, joining her in her toast, before taking a hefty sip of his glass. Letting it take a moment to simmer, as he lowered his glass. "Balance...if that's what they call it, these days." Despite his own relaxed and carefree demeanor, he could still pick up that weight that her words carried. And that was worthy of admiration.

["Still glad you walked into my op?"]

"As far as I'm concerned, you're the one who walked into my 'op', Valery." With an accusatory (albeit, jokingly) finger being pointed towards her. "Had 'em right where I wanted, cornered and all grouped up together. Couldn't have wished for a better set of circumstances-- and then someone has to grabbed my attention..." Still with a lighthearted tone.

 

[Valery Noble]

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Outfit: Smuggler Outfit
Weapons: Blasters

Valery tilted her head at that, lips curling into a smirk as she raised both brows.

"Oh? Your op?" she echoed, leaning in just enough to let her voice drop into something warmer — teasing, confident. "That's funny, because from where I was sitting, I saw them first." She took another sip of her drink, savoring it, then set the glass down and propped her chin lightly on her hand.

"Lucky for you," she added, eyes glinting, "Someone happened to be watching your back." A beat. Then she winked. "That's what Jedi do, after all — humanitarian work, sabotage prevention, dramatic rescues."

Her tone was still playful, but there was a trace of softness behind it too. She wasn't just teasing. She was enjoying this — the company, the banter, the chance to unwind.

Then she sat back, letting the silence breathe for a moment, but that smirk never left her lips.

"I'm glad I left a good impression, at least."

Gavin Restur ​

 

[Gavin Restur]

There had been a playful roll of his eyes as she spoke. 'Dramatic rescues', as if he needed any rescuing in the first place.

["I'm glad I left a good impression, at least."]

His attention returned back to her, as she spoke up again. Swirling a gloved finger around the edge of his glass as he listened. "It was a good impression. Though, at least for me, the bar ain't that high-- anyone willing to shoot alongside be, instead of at me, seems pretty alright in my eyes. But still-- you did good work, and you did help me. Which, I am not one to shy from showing appreciation and recognition when such gratitudes are rightfully earned."

"Though, I've got a question: don't you Jedi folk normally have those...what're they called...those, ah..." His gaze peeled away briefly, as he tried his hardest to remember what the word w-

"Lightsabers! Those...I noticed that you don't have one. Or, at least, you didn't pull it out when the bolts started flying. What, did you leave it behind for some...'undercover' appearance, or did you leave it back at home on account of your own forgetfulness?" With a playful smile resting over his features.

 

[Valery Noble]

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Outfit: Smuggler Outfit
Weapons: Blasters

Valery let out a soft snort, rolling her eyes with theatrical flair as she reached again for her drink.

"Oh sure," she said dryly, "Because nothing says low-profile infiltration like igniting a glowing plasma blade in the middle of a crowded street." Her smirk returned, curling slow and lazy as she took a sip and set the glass back down with a faint clink. "You try pulling that kind of stunt and see how fast half the sector knows a Jedi's in town."

She leaned back a little now, one elbow propped on the edge of the bar, posture loose, confident. "So no, I didn't forget it," she added, throwing a glance his way. "It's part of the whole undercover thing. Blend in. Look dangerous enough, but not obvious. Keep people guessing." A beat. Then she shrugged. "Besides…"

Her eyes flicked to him, the glint in them sharp and amused.

"I don't need a lightsaber to kick someone's ass."

Another sip.

"You saw what happened."

And just like that, her smirk deepened — satisfied, a little wicked — as if to say you know I'm right.

Gavin Restur ​

 

[Gavin Restur]

["You saw what happened."]

Yeah, that's about what he was expecting.

"I see. Though, I'd imagine it's quite easy to kick someone's ass when you've got space magic on your side. I could only wish to move as fast as you can." Which is why he's pretty grateful that they're on the same side together.

He took a few moments to scratch his forehead, before adjusting his hat. What else to talk about...

"...them lightsabers have different colors, right? What's yours?" He had no clue how the general "system" for the colors work.

"If I had a lightsaber, I'd want it to be yellow..."

 

[Valery Noble]

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Outfit: Smuggler Outfit
Weapons: Blasters

Valery’s eyes lit with a little more curiosity now, and for once, the smirk softened into something more thoughtful.

“Violet,” she said, her tone a touch quieter than before. “My lightsaber blade is violet.”

She paused, letting that sit between them for a moment, then turned her glass slowly in her fingers as she leaned in a little, almost conspiratorial.

“Most people think Jedi just pick their colors — like it’s a fashion statement. But it doesn’t really work that way. Not with bonded crystals.” Her gaze drifted to the middle distance, not unfocused, but remembering. “The kyber chooses you as much as you choose it. It resonates with your nature — your connection to the Force. And when that bond forms, that’s when the crystal reveals its color.”

Her thumb tapped the rim of her glass.

"I could see yellow as a color for you, though."

Gavin Restur ​

 

[Gavin Restur]

["My lightsaber blade is violet."]

"Ohhhh...violet's a pretty nice color..." Rubbing his chin, briefly. Before listening to the rest of what he had to say. And he was certainly someone who thought that the Jedi picked their own colors. He just thought the Sith always went red because they're evil. Or something along those lines.

Though, he didn't know that the crystals (since apparently the lightsabers use crystals, also didn't know that) actually form a bond with whoever uses it, like a sentient being. All of this space magic stuff is way beyond his understanding.

["I could see yellow as a color for you, though."]

"Well, it's partly 'cause I use 'em yellow bolts for my blasters, so I thought it'd be fitting to keep up such themes." Pausing for a moment to take the final sip from his cup, before setting it back down. "I ain't know 'bout all of that 'bonding' you spoke 'bout, though. Where do you normally find these crystals, since I assume it's something that forms naturally, as opposed to something that's...'created', I suppose." At this point, he was genuinely just curious to keep learning about Jedi stuff, as it seemed intriguing. Especially if he's reached a point where there's the possibility he'll work with Jedi in the future.

Might as well know his allies.