It was always a pleasure for Coren Starchaser to catch up with Mishel. As for a Master-Apprentice pairing their relationship could be a bit better. There was the time when things had gone south for a while. He couldn’t have been everywhere all at once. And at that time? He was without the support of a Jedi Order. He attempted finding himself in the Silver Concord following the time on Coruscant, but it didn’t fit. And going back to the Core? It didn’t work.
He served as a Judge, in the Outer Rim, but he was still very much a Jedi.
The YT-2000
Tachyon Rising arrived on Mandalore, a planet he knew well from reputation, even if he did not frequent the world often. As he stepped down from the ship, he was in spacer leathers, a jacket and slacks, combat boots, his lightsaber on his hip, and the Kattada-print Guardian mantle robes. Looking much more akin to a layperson than a Jedi.
“Good to see you Mishel, you’re a long way from Order space.” He nodded when she offered to head inside. “Yes, lets.”
Mishel
Coren Starchaser
of all people, she welcomed him down to her camp some distance from Keldabe which continued to rebuild itself. Mishel didn't live in the lap of luxury, she warned her old master of that much. Her two children, Bodhi and Elowen had gone into Keldabe when he arrived. She had just pulled fresh water up from the nearby well and poured a bucket of it into a makeshift sink. She splashed water on her face and looked herself in the dusty mirror. The woman stepped out of the tent, as she tied her jacket around her waist. The yellow leather dulled by the Mandalorian sun, beige pants took on an orange-red hue from the sand that the wind continued to kick up. Shielding her eyes from the sun, she squinted as she watched her old Master approach. "Been a long time, Starchaser." There was a genuine bit of affection in her voice, "c'mon let's get you out of the sun and sand, got some ice cold blue milk waiting for you."
