The Arch Wilder
Field trip. That was the word that came to Vulpesen's mind as he settled his ship down on the Ach-toan landing pad. As a child, it was a luxury he had always looked forward to. Zarro's extracurriculars to his education had involved dashing through the forests and plains of his home on Amar, searching for ne'er-do-wells who might attempt to take game that was not theirs. Later, as a jedi, Vulpesen had gone on various trips with his teachers to learn the ways and techniques of the order. Then there were the trips to the battlefield alongside his master. There had always been an anticipation that filled his being, no matter where he was going. Behind him, he could feel that familiar anticipation buzzing, barely contained in the two younger lives behind him. It was hard to believe that he was into his forties now. It seemed just yesterday that he was travelling the galaxy with nothing but a weathered jacket, a little bit of force knowledge, and a plucky attitude. Then again, given all he had seen and done, it also felt like it was four hundred years ago, and in a life galaxies away.
"Who are we meeting, dad?" The voice behind him came from a serene white haired girl, now deep into her teens as she stroked a furred creature in her lap who's entire being seemed to inflate and deflate with its drowsy breathing.
"An old friend of mine. She was one of my masters when I was a kid. Even knew my master who you were named after. Be respectful, both of you. She's done a lot for me, and rest assured, she's not someone you wish to annoy."
"Did she fight in the war?" This time, the voice was deeper, coming from Vulpesen's son who sat opposite his sister. He fiddled with a lightsaber in his lap, his fingers dancing across the controls, buttons and switches as he quelled his nervous energy. Vallen, while no doubt his father's son, seemed even more restless than his father had been at that age. Then again, Vallen had grown in the Valde's palace, pampered and trained against his will in the ways of statehood and politics. Vulpesen had been fighting sith lords and jumping out of ships onto blasted ground. Now that he was finally going somewhere to meet someone from those rough and rowdy days, his excitement was as understandable as it was palpable.
"She fought in multiple wars. Some before I had touched my first saber. Again. Be polite." Rising up form his seat, Vulpesen extended a hand for Ace to run up his sleeve and towards his shoulder before he walked to the exit ramp. "Now come on, its impolite to make your host wait on you."
Matsu Ike
"Who are we meeting, dad?" The voice behind him came from a serene white haired girl, now deep into her teens as she stroked a furred creature in her lap who's entire being seemed to inflate and deflate with its drowsy breathing.
"An old friend of mine. She was one of my masters when I was a kid. Even knew my master who you were named after. Be respectful, both of you. She's done a lot for me, and rest assured, she's not someone you wish to annoy."
"Did she fight in the war?" This time, the voice was deeper, coming from Vulpesen's son who sat opposite his sister. He fiddled with a lightsaber in his lap, his fingers dancing across the controls, buttons and switches as he quelled his nervous energy. Vallen, while no doubt his father's son, seemed even more restless than his father had been at that age. Then again, Vallen had grown in the Valde's palace, pampered and trained against his will in the ways of statehood and politics. Vulpesen had been fighting sith lords and jumping out of ships onto blasted ground. Now that he was finally going somewhere to meet someone from those rough and rowdy days, his excitement was as understandable as it was palpable.
"She fought in multiple wars. Some before I had touched my first saber. Again. Be polite." Rising up form his seat, Vulpesen extended a hand for Ace to run up his sleeve and towards his shoulder before he walked to the exit ramp. "Now come on, its impolite to make your host wait on you."
