The nice Vanagor died, now you get me.

LOCATION
LOCATION
[Any text in brackets signifies comm-link usage and not face to face conversation]

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- Gear/Armor
- Nano-Tech Armor (For Emergencies)
- Headset Microphone Comm-Link
- Mobile "Bodycam" Datapad
- Lightblaster (Percipience - hidden in ship for emergency)
- Shortsabers (“Night” and “Day”)
- Throwing Lightknives
- Force Blinding Flashbangs
- Michael, Gabriel, Azrael, Sariel, Raphael, Jeremiel, Connel, Raguel


Walking into a training room, he could have sworn he knew who was in here, but all he could see was a lone individual in a dark brown and gray hooded tunic. The figure was sitting in a lotus position with his back to them.
Sorry, brother. I thought I knew who was in here, but I was wrong.
The figure turned toward them, it was Connel. I’m here.
With that veil dropped, the “rest” did as well and suddenly everything they had seen changed. Buster was in the corner, playing with one of his toys as there was another in the room.

Alieni Ifor Xeriac, this is Jedi Knight Connel Vanagor… Connel Vanagor… this is my friend Alieni Ifor Xeriac.
Connel stood silently for a moment and sized the young boy up. You’re the one… A curious thought as he waved his hand. Allow me to explain… the way I meditate is through weapon katas… anyway during one yesterday… I had a vision of a young Padawan meeting Michael here and coming to me.
Michael was blown away, but he noticed his chrono going off. Frak… I have duty…
He’ll be okay here, if he wishes to stick around. Are you okay with this Cartri?