Jorus Merrill
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The word went around in certain circles: [member="Darron Wraith"] was in town, and good gorram but that took Jorus back a ways. He hadn't even been a Jedi when Darron was Grandmaster. Coruscant hadn't fallen - or been liberated and rebuilt. Jorus hadn't become a Jedi Master or served seven years as Master of First Knowledge or retired in something like disgrace.
It was a different man that came down the Wretched Hive's ramp to meet Darron. The uniforms and Corellian bloodstripes and spacer clothes weren't in evidence: instead, Jorus wore stained mechanic's coveralls that had once been blue. A scratched and battered lightsaber - yes, Jorus Merrill had a lightsaber these days - hung from his toolbelt. The face was different, younger, and that was a long bizarre story of its own. No more cybernetic eyes, no more skeletal droid hand from his last fight with Kaine Zambrano.
Still, a thing or two remained the same. Darron would recognize Jorus in the Force. He'd recognize the scent and stains of cheap lum and tomo-spiced Karkan ribenes and hyperdrive coolant. He'd recognize the penchant for meeting people in crappy spaceport hangar bays. He might even recognize the grin and the force of the handshake - not competitive, but solid.
"It's me, Darron. How you been?"
It was a different man that came down the Wretched Hive's ramp to meet Darron. The uniforms and Corellian bloodstripes and spacer clothes weren't in evidence: instead, Jorus wore stained mechanic's coveralls that had once been blue. A scratched and battered lightsaber - yes, Jorus Merrill had a lightsaber these days - hung from his toolbelt. The face was different, younger, and that was a long bizarre story of its own. No more cybernetic eyes, no more skeletal droid hand from his last fight with Kaine Zambrano.
Still, a thing or two remained the same. Darron would recognize Jorus in the Force. He'd recognize the scent and stains of cheap lum and tomo-spiced Karkan ribenes and hyperdrive coolant. He'd recognize the penchant for meeting people in crappy spaceport hangar bays. He might even recognize the grin and the force of the handshake - not competitive, but solid.
"It's me, Darron. How you been?"