Private Kindred Travellers

[Raphael Gallustrade]

Raphael looked around through the cockpit of the borrowed x-wing, as he hurtled through hyperspace. Corellia was a place he'd never visited. He took a breath, steeling himself. This was going to be the first time he'd been back to the planet that he'd been born on...for the first time in his life. He didn't know quite what he was expecting, when coming here. Maybe some closure? Maybe... he was just wanting to learn more about where he'd come from... Maybe...eh, maybe he had no idea, but he wanted to visit the planet. It was an important planet to galactic history.

As his ship finally dropped out of hyperspace he stared at the planet. The jewel of the system... Once it had been even more beautiful, even more important to the Republic, from what he'd read. This was where so many famous ships and even several people had come from. Now, though, it was almost more of a museum. A reminder of days that had been, days that had been as important to the times then, as the events nowadays were.

There was something... he supposed he had to say they were like halcyon days. He had a small sense of pride that he'd been born on the planet, even if he'd never really grown up there. He had a feeling that he'd have a busy day. He held up his, now, metal hand and flexed it once, fingers tensing, despite the lack of true nerve endings, there. It still felt odd, knowing that he'd lost his hand...

His face flashed back to Adeline, for a moment, that enormous, monstrous form that she'd assumed. The blood dripping down her teeth...his blood, as she'd devoured his arm... A feeling of nausea overcame him, for a moment and then it passed. He would just land... Just land and enjoy his day on Corellia, before he had to return to normal duties.

He didn't know quite what to expect, but Coronet City was much larger and even busier than he'd thought it would be. It wasn't an ecumenopolis, like Coruscant was, but it bustled still, which surprised him. From what Raphael understood, it was more supposed to be a ghost town. An old shipyard where decent freighters could be found. Yet here, people were running around, ships were being built...

With so much business going on, Raphael decided to take a slightly less busy area: a restaurant. It was...at least more calm and so he sat and simply breathed, allowing the waiters to run around and simply waited. Slowly, he closed his eyes, relaxing and reaching out through the Force. He didn't think there was any possibility of attackers or... well much at all, really, but such exercises wouldn't hurt to keep his senses sharp. And who knew what surprises the Force would bring about?

Lily Rhodes

 

[Lily Rhodes]

Corellia was about as close as she could get to the fighting front of the Galactic Alliance and the Dark Empire without Darth Malum of House Marr catching wind and having heart failure. It was also as close as she was willing to get to the deep core where she could catch wind of what had been happening, if any old friends had survived the recent battle over Coruscant or not. She'd spent the first day here listening in to conversations in the rougher bars, picking up details of possible future jobs should the urge take her, not that she needed to, Malum had seen that she would never have t worry about money again.

The next day she had spent tracking down the refugee camps that had popped up around coronet city, helping where she could, donating to those in charge, and keeping an eye for anyone. It seemed though, that the people from her past had either survived and remained hiding the Coruscants lower levels that had shaped her, or they were dead and gone.

No one remembered a street rat, so there was no true way of her knowing.

It had made her feel better to help people, had allowed her to focus on something else besides the haunting memory of Iskendyr's face as he realised she had known that children had been kidnapped an done nothing. She pushed the image from her mind, tucking a leg up underneath her on the booth seat of the restaurant, and focused on the datapad in her hand. information about Faldos. Nothing untoward, all information that one could gain from the holonet with ease, but she wanted to be sure she knew as much as possible before she made that journey.

Something brushed her mind, a presence stretching across the room and beyond itself. She lifted mental walls of defence, her head snapping up to survey the patrons in the restaurant, her gaze settling on a dark haired man whose eyes were closed. Chewing the inside of her cheek, Lily hesitated before shutting the datapad down. She plucked a calamari ring from one of a handful of small dishes that littered the table in front of her and leaned back watching him for a moment before reaching out, gently brushing his mind.

Raphael Gallustrade

You looking for someone?

 

[Raphael Gallustrade]

it was a fairly somber thing, he had to admit. People were still busy, people were still smiling and laughing and happy... The Battle of Coruscant had been a horrible ordeal, so many people had died, the loss of his arm and hand... Every now and then, when he woke up, he would still feel her jaws tearing off his arm, or see her as she advanced on Gatz. He still didn't know what it was that had pushed him that day, whether it was determination or simply him being too damn stubborn to die that day... not that it mattered. At the end, he'd asaved Gatz and Gatz had saved him. They hadn't been able to save his arm, but the prosthetic he had was still pretty cool, he couldn't deny.

if there was anything he didn't like, doing, it was reading minds. He didn't mind conversating with other Force sensitives, in their heads, if they consented, but deliberately invading people's minds? That was a no no. Even before joining the Jedi, if he'd realized how to do that, it still would've been a massive no, to him.

It surprised him, therefore, when he heard someone connect and speak to him telepathically. They were asking if he was looking for someone, which felt like something of an odd question. Well... Not really, actually. It made sense. After the Battle of Coruscant so many people were looking for someone, whether they knew it or not, and most usually did.

"Ah No, I'm not looking for anyone, not really." He couldn't help but sound entertained, to speak to someone who was as skilled and well versed in something like telepathy. "I'm not quite sure where you are, but, if you don't mind, I'd enjoy speaking to you more face to face, get to know the person that would say hello, in such a manner. I feel like you'd probably be more fun company than the empty air. And I'd say that I would most likely be, as well."

Lily Rhodes

 

[Lily Rhodes]

Lily smiled. She Didn't sense any danger from him, there was no malice or ill intent, nothing at all to suggest why answering that question would be a bad idea and if truth be told she could use another distraction, another reason to not embark on her ridiculous quest, even if it was juts for one more day.

Booth, to your one o'clock.

She answered after a moments consideration. She would offer him a small wave if he looked her way. There was a part of her, a deep seated distrust of people that made her untuck her leg from her comfortable position, and slid the datapad back into her bag beside her. Just because she didn't get any bad vibes from him, didn't mean that he wasn't capable of bad things.

You're welcome to come join me.

Raphael Gallustrade