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[Elanor Wraith]

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Music blaring, perimeter clear, was there any more perfect a moment to enjoy the vastness of space than to know she could bounce around her ship and sing at the top of her lungs without risk of a soul in lightyears overhearing? Ellie didn't know if there was, honestly. She could enjoy her own space, and this was something she'd always loved - other people were great, other people were wonderful, and she loved them dearly, but nothing made her feel so complete as being obnoxiously loud in her own space, with all the comforts of home. It'd only been six months since she left her parent's sheltering roof, after all - the romance of 'all this belongs to me' was far from wearing off yet.

But she had more to do today than sing (badly) and drink tea. Sure, she'd finished the bulk of her assigned classwork for the day - what she could do, after all. One Professor had a love of practical applications, and the project that Elanor had in mind required a few tools and bits that she could likely pick up on the cheap from virtually anywhere... but she had two weeks to finish that one. No need to start it now. No, she had an individual research assignment to handle today, handed down by the esteemed Professor E.J. Wraith emeritus, tenured at the University of Rock Music & Messy Teenagers. A very serious assignment, to be sure! She'd have to do it right away, for all that juicy extra credit - in the form of actual juice, which Ellie helped herself before flopping into the big, comfy chair in front of her multi-levelled desk covered in scattered pages, books, datapads and recordings. She brushed so much priceless history aside with a mixture of delicate care and incredible haste to make room for her purple drink, and got to work.


Dear [member="Tobias Wraith"]

Hello! It always feels weird to start a letter, even if it is not technically a letter so much as holomail. I hope that you will forgive the awkward beginning! We have never met, and I do not expect you to know me. I have only recently become aware of you, in looking into geneology records! As I am sure you are aware, 'Wraith' is far from the most common name in the Galaxy and, as far as my research shows, we may be the only two living humans with that surname. Furthermore, I suspect that we may have more in common in the form of a shared parent - Darron Wraith, a late Jedi Grandmaster. I was delighted to see that you have followed in his footsteps and joined the Jedi Order!

I do not expect or want anything of you, do not worry. On the off chance that we are, in fact, siblings though, I could not forgive not reaching out to you. I want only to make you aware that I exist, and that I am aware that you exist, and that if you would like to write me a message in return, I would be delighted to continue our correspondence. Maybe I should tell you about myself? I cannot wait to hear about you!

My name is Elanor Jane Wraith, and I am seventeen years old! I usually go by Ellie, Ellen, or sometimes even El. One of my friends growing up liked to call me 'Ella'! I guess what I'm saying is that I am flexible on that account. I have blonde hair and currently live in space, but just moved out of my adoptive parent's home on Naboo - I am sure they would love to meet you, too! I love history and science in that order, and am currently buried in classes and stuff. It is a lot of fun! My favorite foods are almost any sort of shellfish or just fish, steamed vegetables, or a nice big steak! My least favorite food is breadsticks! They are just half-assed crusts. My hobbies are as follows: History, music, and everything else!

You do not have to write back to me if you do not want to, but I would love to hear from you and all about you! I have attached a picture, but you do not have to send one in return. I hope to hear from you soon! But it is totally okay if you do not want to write me back, I will understand.

Your (maybe?) sister,
Elanor Wraith

 

[Tobias Wraith]

The Jackdaw​

Hyperspace​

Hums of a lightsaber mixed in with a few grunts, the sounds of boots moving joining in as well. A lone training droid hovered, moving periodically around the Padawan. The lone, yellow lightsaber blade moved in harmony with sphere near him. Another bolt fired, and the blade met it just in time, sending it bouncing off the walls of the old freighter. Sharp features were disguised by the blindfold, and sweat dripped down his hardened torso. Completely devoid of the concept of self, he kept deflecting bolts, anything to better prepare himself. Practice didn’t occupy his thoughts, instead he let his sphere of responsibility hold firm while deflecting each of the bolts. Tobias was merely the empty vessel, and the Force was guiding him. It was just like Quorl had taught him to do it.

Just like his parents had done it.

A break in his confidence, and he was pelted with a stun bolt on his bare chest. “Motherfether!” Wraith had to walk that one off, frustration evident in his strides. The blade that he was loaning deactivated, and he clipped it to his belt. Removing the blindfold, he he dried himself off before looking over one particular scar near his ribs. You remember how you were stabbed, and you had to fight off that man trying to save his family? You remember the terror on his face when you had to shoot him twice to get him off of you? That haunted look came over his face, and it was thankfully saved by a beep coming from his holo-terminal. “Relax Toby, it’s in the past. You aren’t upset with anything. You just need sleep and a mission.” Sliding on a regular shirt, he grabbed some coffee and headed to take a seat.

Opening the mail, he expected to get a message from Quorl or the Jedi. A few clicks of the holo-mouse, and he saw a strange title. Opening the file, he then was greeted with a face that looked very much like his. Her features were like his, and then he read the letter.

He spilled his water, his jaw dropping in the process.

15 Minutes Later…​

Dear [member="Elanor Wraith"],

I would be a liar if I did not admit to feeling shock at receiving this correspondence. Only recently was I even aware of the fact that my real name was Tobias Wraith, and I’ve only been a Jedi for the last six months. Like you said, my father is the late Darron Wraith. From everything I have read and seen, he was what they made him out to be. The absolute definition of what a Jedi should and would hope to be, and then some. It’s put some pressure on me, but I’m being trained far away from the Order, I’m doing solo missions now.

Apologies for rambling, I’m just not used to having anyone claim to be living family. My earliest memories had me growing up at an orphanage with only a few possessions that only now do I know linked me to the Jedi. My life growing up wasn’t exactly simple, and the path that led me to where I am presently was full of challenges. I am thankful you grew up to a loving family, and that they fully supported you. If you are my sister, that makes me proud knowing that you didn’t suffer or want for anything.

So, Elanor(Ellie?) what made you want to reach out to me? I’m not upset, but what made you want to seek me out? If you’d like for us to verify our blood, I’d be glad to. The Order has a sample of my blood on hand, it wouldn’t take but a few minutes to double check this. Oh, and since you listed interests. I like flying, training, and good times. There really isn’t much to me I think, oh and I attached a picture as well.

Your (maybe) brother,
Tobias Wraith

 

[Elanor Wraith]

It was what felt like a day later - marking the passage of time when one was drifting happily in space was a fool's errand most of the time - when Ellie recieved a reply to her message. She knew it was him, she'd taken the liberty of assigning a special, slightly louder and more insistent 'beeping' sound to his contact information, so she could hear his message through the usual nonsense, spam, and social media messages that formed a cheery little symphony background to her daily life. One note of discord, and she couldn't he happier! He'd written her back! It didn't even enter Elanor's mind that it was a message asking her to leave him alone, or that she must have the wrong person - assuming the worst wasn't in her nature, assuming failure was even further from her.

Ellie lept over the back of a seat to retrieve her datapad, and got reading. Her smile only grew as she went on, and she didn't waste any more time in formulating a reply.



[member="Tobias Wraith"]

I am ever so glad that you replied! I cannot tell you how thrilled I am that you are real, and willing to open correspondence with me! I came across your name with a quick Holonet search while I was searching for information about our father - and I believe in my heart of hearts that we are related, Tobias! I can see the shadow of our father's features in your face as well as mine, and our eyes are practically carbon-copies! But anyway I came across your name searching for genealogy records for a thesis prep assignment. While the Jedi don't usually open up their records to the public, people who do not like them are less reserved I think. I came across a T.Wraith in a 'List of Undesirables' from an Outer Rim planet, and tracked that name down to Tobias Wraith, Jedi. I know that it is a creepy breach of privacy and I hope you will not be too weirded out.

I was adopted by Jameel and Rinka Belview only a couple of weeks after my birth. My parents are Human and Togruta you see, so they could not have a child of their own so here I am! I have always wanted a sibling, however, so I couldn't resist the urge to see if that mysterious T.Wraith was a possible sibling and I am ever so thrilled that you were and are! I am absolutely sure that they would love to meet you, too!

Tobias, I would love to meet you for lunch or dinner or any meal really and get to know you better! I am ever so excited that you wrote me back, and I hope you do not think it is premature, but would you like to have tea sometime or something? Anything? You name the place and I will be there!

Your sister,
Ellie

 

[Tobias Wraith]

Dear Elanor,

I promise I am real, and it makes me happy to know you had that loving family like I mentioned earlier. Don’t think I mind you looking me up, I don’t consider that a breach of privacy trying to find family. Force knows my Master has actually been working with me on the concept of patience, and just letting things work themselves out. It’s been a real struggle of mine, but it seems it paid off for me because you found me! Everything happens for a reason, and I can’t help but think this isn’t one of those times.

If you are interested in meeting in person, I can do so on Ord Mantell. I have to stop by to deliver something for the Order and an old friend of mine before I joined. It’s in unclaimed territory, so it would be pretty safe I hope. We can meet at one of the chain stimcaf places like JabbaBucks. I’ll make sure to send you the exact coordinates, as I’m about to land there. My errands will be done before you get there, so I’ll be the moderately tall guy with two cups of tea and a blood test so we can verify if this is real.

Tobias

The Next Day​

Ord Mantell​

JabbaBucks​

Clothed simply as usual, he stood in line waiting for the two teas he had ordered. Relaxed, but still standing in parade rest out of old habits, he had a peaceful expression on his face. His fingers idly opened and closed, his one true tell that he was nervous. Short, unruly blonde hair was again all over the place. Children pointed at the blaster on his belt, as well as the long cylinder that could only be one thing: a lightsaber hilt. Smugglers usually didn’t wear those, and he looked too young to truly be someone who had made a profession out of it.

That’s why he dressed like he used to, no need to advertise what he really was.

Are they ever going to finish? I know this place is busy, but I need to watch for [member="Elanor Wraith"]...

 

[Elanor Wraith]

[member="Tobias Wraith"]

Ord Mantell, respectable hive of commerce and mercenary. Things might have been a little loud and bangy and open-carry for Elanor's personal tastes, but she did't have a big issue with it politically speaking. Places like Ord Mantell were important in a Galaxy that was only slowly starting to understand peace. She'd even gone native, a little bit! Camouflage shirt and khakis, and a visible blaster on her hip. Ellie wasn't any kind of a decent shot, but if she got into trouble, it'd be better to have a blaster pistol to put in her hand than her hopes and dreams balled into an equally ineffective fist.

Okay, Ellie. Calm down. It's just... well, a big and important event she'd dreamed of for quite some time, to be sure. But still. Living family~! Eeee!

There he was. Tall, blonde, and haggered, with a lightsaber on his hip. Elanor's face lit up as she crossed the street to Jabbabucks, just barely holding onto her backpack as she did so. "Tobias! Hey!" It might have been more polite to wait until they were closer to call out, but what the heck. She was excited! This was a big day!

 

[Tobias Wraith]

“No tip, c’mon man,” exclaimed the barista as Tobias reached for the pair of teas before him. Years of being broke made him hesitate, before remembering he had a mission account for this very reason. “Sure, let me just charge it to my card.” Reaching into his wallet, he pulled it out and swiped again to tip the man five credits for his speedy service. The line was long and winding, apparently everyone loved some mediocre brew at lunch time as well as lunch. “Thanks man, that was really nice of you!” Never one to really get close to anyone, he simply smiled and signed his name to the receipt and verified the amount. Did it feel good to do good, yes. Did he really want to stick around and get complimented for doing the right thing?

Absolutely not.

Heavy thoughts threatened to take over, and he had to exhale a few times as he took hold of the liquid he had purchased. Nerves threatened to take hold, the appointed time was growing closer and closer. A swirling cloud was the only thing the Padawan could really compare his emotions to, and it took a few seconds of breathing and keeping his eyes closed to try and find the center. Voices were intermingling, and he suddenly felt like the entire area was getting much smaller. A speeder in the distance had an excessive spurt of acceleration that reminded him of blaster shots. Another breath, and he made sure to not crush the teas and reach for either his weapons on his belt. Grinding noises filled his jaw as he tried to empty the cup, and then a noise cut through it all as the tension built.

"Tobias! Hey!"

His entire body spun, and everything was forgotten in that moment. What had hit his eardrums had been the sweetest, purest tone he had heard in years. Clad in a camouflage shirt, with a backpack half her size, he couldn’t miss the bright blond hair. A smile crossed his rugged features, and he made haste to an empty table between the two of them. Setting down what he was holding, he awkwardly paused for a moment. What do I do here, he thought. “Hey, Elanor, it’s great to meet you.” Then he stuck his hand out to shake hers.

Is that the brotherly thing to do?

[member="Elanor Wraith"]

 

[Elanor Wraith]

[member="Tobias Wraith"]

He set down the tea, and offered a hand. A worn, callused hand, attached to a combat-ready posture and a smile that looked like he'd almost forgotten how. Despite that, whatever doubts she had that they were related - few though they were - evaporated. They even had similar posture, albeit he was much more tense. Elanor resisted the powerful urge to give him a hug, replied with a thousand-watt grin, and shook his warrior's hand with her own scholar's model.

And at that point, resistance was broken. She lunged into a tight hug, beaming all the while, wrapping her arms around his barrel chest. She'd final found family. Blood family! A brother, all her own! "It's great to meet you, too!" It was a couple seconds before Ellie released him and huffed in satisfaction, flopping into her chair.

A brother of her own, and a cold drink of her own. This was good - Ord Mantell was a fair bit warmer than she was used to. "Thank you for the drink!" She chirped, wrapping her hands around the cup to savor the cool, wet condensation soaking into her palms. "I'll tell you, the shuttle here was CRAZY!" Ellie laughed. "The pilot had the STRANGEST taste in music, and I think the woman sitting in front of me was reading ewok porn. Isn't that crazy?"

 

[Tobias Wraith]

There was a tester in his jacket, right in the inside pocket. Tobias had “borrowed” it from his own supply cache, and this was far from it’s intended purpose. All thoughts of it faded as he stared into a matching set of impossibly blue eyes, and his awkward smile grew genuine. Taking her hand in his, he just had to look down at how small it was. I could break her just by squeezing too hard, and he made sure to not squeeze at all. Smooth skin met his rough, weathered hands and he felt horrible for not wearing a glove or something to protect her hand. She kept jerking his arm, and the shake eventually started to feel like a prolonged hand hold before she released his hand.

“Well, I gue-”

He never got to finish his words as she just snuck in and got her arms around his waist and buried herself in him. Every fiber in his body went taut, and he found himself biting his tongue furiously. Relax, relax Toby. It’s just a hug, she’s just trying to be nice to you. Eventually, his arms wrapped around her, unsure of what exactly to do. All eyes were on the two, and he made sure to make it look like he was just as sincere. A smugglers life he had lived, and many a loose woman had been in his company on all those inebriated nights. Years of combat training and war had brought him into close proximity with all types of individuals.

A real honest to goodness hug from someone who was just trying to love him? Well, that was something he had never experienced. Well, I can’t remember the time from when I was with our father. Wait, you don’t even know if she’s your sister. Don’t call her that just yet, at least talk to her before you get your hopes up. Wraith could barely hear the younger’s story over his own thoughts, but he pieced them together as he saw down after the released had ended. “Wait, you took a shuttle by yourself to a smuggler’s paradise?”

“Please tell me you have a weapon, and you weren’t just counting on people to be good and decent.”

[member="Elanor Wraith"]

 

[Elanor Wraith]

"Both?" Ellie explained with a bright grin. "I parked my ship at the orbital station, because it needed some repair. Took a shuttle down here. It was ever so cheap." She promised with a bright smile. "Besides, I've got a blaster." She motioned to the tired old pistol on her hip. Ellie might not know gunplay past pointing the barrel at a bad person and pulling the trigger, but she had one just in case.

Elanor sipped her tea and glanced around. "...Besides. People are good and decent more than not. For every one person in my life that wanted to hurt me, the rest didn't." She explained with a sly grin, looking proud of herself. "I've found that if you have faith in people to be decent, then they usually are."

Granted, Ellie hadn't had the hardest life. And it showed.

"Enough about me - What about you?" She asked eagerly, eyes shining, leg bouncing under the table. "Are you some kind of, like, secret smuggler Jedi or something?" Ellie teased, dropping her voice slightly in case he was just secretly Jedi.

 

[Tobias Wraith]

“Okay, you really had me worried there for a moment.” Reports of trafficking had been forwarded to him from Quorl, and he had been on the lookout for that at every port he had stopped at. That had been his first true solo assignment for the Order, and with the exception of being shot in the thigh it had been a success. “Just always remember to keep that pistol on you, no matter where you go.” If she argued, he would just give her one of the smaller models he had on the Jackdaw so she could keep it with her. Don’t start being overprotective already Toby, you don’t want to scare her off. Whatever remarks he had for her seeming so cavalier about a weapon, he let the tea wash down his throat and take them with it.

Matching blue eyes shifted from her to the crowd, and back to her after her comment on people. “You must not have ever had anyone want to hurt you have you? Where exactly did you grow up?” More questions wanted to percolate to the surface, but he bit his tongue. She had whispered about him being a Jedi, and he couldn’t just a comment like that hanging.

“You don’t have to whisper it,” he whispered back to her, perfectly mimicking her leaning in to the table. Sitting back, he set his tea down. “No, I’m not a secret Jedi smuggler.” For effect, he unclipped the lightsaber Quorl had loaned him and set it on the table. “Don’t touch that,” he said before even starting on her question. “I was a smuggler on the side while working for a company called Silk before joining the Jedi.” He had never really thought about why he didn’t dress as a Jedi, it just hadn’t occurred to him. “I just don’t feel like I’ll ever be one to wear robes or armor like Darron Wraith did.” Another comment about the thing that they had in common, with no mention of him being “their” father.

“I am trying to be what he was, but it’s hard to adjust. I didn’t become a smuggler by choice, I left the One Sith military and had no choice.” He said it with a blank, emotionless tone. No other words came, he simply sipped his tea.

[member="Elanor Wraith"]

 

[Elanor Wraith]

[member="Tobias Wraith"]

"Well, I was born on Corellia, I think but I don't remember any of it. My parents lived on Coruscanr, got lucky with some investments when I was, like, four and have lived on Naboo ever since." Ellie explained, brushing her hair over her shoulder. Home, to her, was a big house with lots of grassy hills and a swimming pool.

His tone got a little flat at the end there, so she continued. "Right now, I'm actually enrolled in a few university classes. I think I might have mentioned that?" She suggested cheerfully. "I wanna become a historian. Or maybe a archeologist - but archeology has been a really political field lately, so maybe not." Ellie laughed. "Speaking of our father!"

She turned and dug into her backpack and produced a weathered manilla folder stuffed with notes and papers. "I've got some pictures and information and stuff!" Elanor chirped, scooting around the table to sit next to her brother. "He led a pretty interesting life! Are you interested in a peek?"

 

[Tobias Wraith]

Corellia, thank goodness they moved. That was all he thought, and he didn’t utter a word about what had happened to the world. During his travels, he had come across many refugees from the world who had been displaced by Akala Everyone, from every walk of life had been touched by that tragedy. Fresh out of working for the One Sith, he had seen the planet itself be destroyed. That display of raw power had shook him, had been a moment that made him question all the terrible things he was being ordered to do. What happened later only drove him further away, and made him despise the man he had become. Just that word, that former world, well it was just a tarnished memory.

Thank goodness you are safe, he thought to himself. Tobias’ smile grew just a few inches seeing that she had lived a good life. Having her say she had been happy, and showing it made him truly happy inside. Was I ever this innocent? Elanor’s enthusiasm was just tangible, and he had little choice but to follow her along. Whatever brooding he had been planning on doing would be canceled during the time she was around. She rounded the table and sat next to him, and he made sure to clip his lightsaber hilt back to his belt.

No need for her to hit the activation switch.

“Sure, let’s see what you have on Darron Wraith. The records at the temple only really contained mission specific things, and just vague history on him.” That hadn’t stopped him from digging, but there was only so far he could go as a Padawan. “I’ve tried to access the archives, but I’m not high enough in the Jedi hierarchy to have clearance. Apparently he did some dangerous things, or fought some vicious Sith in his day.” Records had alluded to it, but he just sipped his tea while she pulled out her findings.

She was the budding archaeologist, he was merely a Jedi hopeful.

[member="Elanor Wraith"]

 

[Elanor Wraith]

[member="Tobias Wraith"]

"Honestly, the Jedi are ever so strict with their data for some reason." Ellie admitted as she produced a tiny holo-transmitter and placed it on the table. It beeped and turned in, revealing a tiny, six-inch tall floating image of Darron Wraith, sabers in hand. "This is how our dad looked shortly before the battle of Roche - it was taken by a mercenary." She explained quietly, opening her binder.

"It's hard to find good information on dad, but I don't think it's to do with him - any information I can find is tightly involved with this mysterious non-entity woman named 'Shule' who's done a good job erasing herself." She admitted. "Most of my data is pretty reliable, but she's been really diligent. And where she disappears, dad disappears."

Ellie produced a couple pictures and aged documents from her folder. "But, aside from being a temporary Grandmaster, it looks like dad was particularly close with former chancellor Ijet, and was something of a 'lead from the front commander', according to testimony by soldiers her fought alongside. They say he was terrible and fierce, but fair and good. It's ever so surprising how eloquent a soldier can be, isn't it?"

"There's more. I couldn't find a birth certificate - Republic or otherwise. So unless dad deliberately tried to hide himself...?" She trailed off and shrugged helplessly, sipping her drink. "I talked to one doctor who said he'd had a file about a 'Wraith' in Carbonite storage for years and years, but that guy died last year, to the plague, before I could get more out of him."

 

[Tobias Wraith]

“There he is,” he said breathlessly as he took in the six inch tall version of his father. He looked larger than life in the miniature format, even if Tobias had seen the life-size version of the hologram of the man. “I look just like him,” he mumbled to no one. They both had the same, intense features. Stubble lined the younger Wraith’s face, but the older was statuesque in his features. Broad shoulders, covered with a traditional breastplate that few would ever wear in combat. It was easy to see why the soldiers loved him, he looked like a force of nature in battle just standing there. Invisible winds moved his shoulder length, fawny hair. Yet, that look of focus never left his face.

“So, dad disappears whenever the name Shule pops up?” Tobias’ blood pressure began to spike just a bit as the veins in his neck became visible. “I’ve heard mention of a man named Shule before, the name came up in the conversation with a woman who knew my real name.” A mental note formed, he would need to track down this “Shule” if he ever wanted more intel on his father. “Wait, so he was close with the former Chancellor as well?” Despite his feelings on growing up alone, he admittedly became more impressed with the man who had been half the reason he was walking around today. “I read he was the GrandMaster for five years, and that whatever happened at Roche caused him to walk away.” He was incredulous at such a thought.

“Could you imagine walking away from that?”

Now he was leaning forward and into her just a little. There was no need to broadcast this little chat too loudly. “So, you know about the carbonite freezing?” Toby wanted to go for his tea, but his stomach dropped. “I just realized why I was never found,” dots connecting in his head as he just sat there. “Dad was frozen, and I was hidden from him and brought out long after he had been brought back.” He fell back in his chair, and a hand came up to his mouth to try and hide the shock.

“That’s why I was stuck to my path, do you think Shule caused that?”

[member="Elanor Wraith"]

 

[Elanor Wraith]

[member="Tobias Wraith"]

"I honestly don't know, Toby." Elanor admitted unhappily, putting a hand on his arm as he covered his mouth. "I'm ever so sorry - This is most of what I have of him. And this is a couple years of research, too. You're more than welcome to copies." She promised, before organizing her papers again.

"I've gotten pretty much all the information I can with my contacts and public records. I think that if we're going to get any farther, we're going to have to look into hiring an infochant or something - and find this Shule person." Ellie explained. "It's not a COMMON name, but there's a few of them. Whoever Shule is, they're bound to know more about dad than anyone - unless we can track down former chancellor Ijet, but nobody's seen her in six years."

Ellie paused and glanced up at her sibling, offering a small, worried smile. "...You okay?" She asked softly, hugging his arm.

 

[Tobias Wraith]

“I know some infochants. That won’t be hard, I built up a few relationships while I worked for the Hutts.” Both hands slid up to his face, and he just breathed in and out for a few minutes. That carbonite reference hadn’t escaped his own readings. It apparently was a big part of his legend, but with the Republic losing Coruscant and Tython a great deal of information had been lost. Tobias hadn’t even been privy to his birth records, or the very necklace he wore that had been given to him until he had met Jorus Merrill. What else am I missing, or is it all just out floating in the abyss and now I have to find it?

You aren’t alone, Toby.

She was hugging him, and he honestly had no idea what to do. What he did know, was that he had never been looked at like that before. Quorl smiled at him with respect, and with that knowing look only a teach could. The few Jedi he chose to associate with were far too formal for his liking, they were more caught up in their title than their job. What he saw, as he met his own eyes, well it helped soften the vice grip that was forming on his heart. Muscles that were tense, started to relax just a bit.

“I’m fine, I think we should head to my ship and get the test done and have this conversation in a private setting.” Toby started to stand, but realized he wasn’t giving her enough. “It’s just a lot to take in, to you this is good fun and a learning experience. To me, it’s the reason why I didn’t get my first true hug until I was twenty one years old.”

[member="Elanor Wraith"]

 

[Elanor Wraith]

[member="Tobias Wraith"]

Ellie stood as well, gathering her documents. "Sounds like you just needed family to straighten you out." She teased playful, before slipping the folder back into her book bag, and the bag back over her shoulders. Elanor offered a broad, crooked smile - the kind of smile usually associated with girls a few years younger than her, with braces. In point of fact, Ellie had worn braces. She pressed the little holo-model of their father info his hands. "...here. I think you should have this." She promised earnestly, before gathering, and finishing, her tea.

"Now! I've got to pay for my repairs and copy this folder for you before I do anything else." Ellie explained brightly. "What do you say we meet on your ship in an hour for that stuff?" Whether from boy friends or boyfriends, Ellie had developed the hobby of giving the men in her life the chance to clean up before she entered their living spaces. Really, it was doing them both a favor - neat freak that she could be about anything that wasn't research materials.

 

[Tobias Wraith]

“You’ve got it, I’ll see you in an hour at this place okay?” Tobias handed her a data sheet with the coordinates of the hangar bay he was in. Instead of hugging her again, he simply smiled and clutched the small plate that generated the image of his father. Sliding it into an open pocket on his belt, he adjusted the leather around his waist so his holsters and lightsaber would be situated in the right spot. Quickly surveying the area, he felt confident enough to leave. Walking away from her, he made sure to focus on emptying himself like Quorl had instructed. This allowed his senses to mingle with the Force, and he reached out to feel all life around him. A rush of everything living hit him, but he quickly sifted through the white noise to find what really was the object of his focus.

Elanor, he could feel her purity in the Force. It wasn’t some powerful light, but it was as bright as the sun. Warmth from her washed over him, and he focused on that while he walked away. It was good practice on learning to expand his field of responsibility, and he tried to hold it as long as he could while going back to his ship. All his errands had already been run, and those he had once known that he didn’t talk to wouldn’t be missed. Not all of his contacts from his previous life, or the lovers he had needed to see him again. So, he made a straight shot to his ship.

Others were watching him, and they had seen Elanor. They moved in the shadows, and they were waiting for the right time.

An hour later..​

Sitting aboard the Jackdaw, he was now just in his tshirt and simple trousers. One of his blasters was on the table, along with his lightsaber hilt. Instead of cleaning, he had just taken the afternoon to read up on Jedi lore and study. It probably hadn’t been the wisest course of action, but he could feel [member="Elanor Wraith"] approaching. The kit to test their blood sat on the table, and the loading ramp was open for. It was only a matter of minutes before they proceeded to finally prove if they were related.

 

[Elanor Wraith]

[member="Tobias Wraith"]

And up the ramp she came, checking her data sheet - it would be pretty awkward to just bounce onto the wrong ship, after all. She'd done all she needed to get done for the afternoon, all that remained was a bit of homework, and that could be put off until whenever. Later tonight, tomorrow, the end of the week. Elanor was a fairly diligent student, if only because being such allowed her to take long breaks of doing nothing between doing her due diligence. "Knock knock~?" Ellie called out as she reached the top of the cargo ramp, smiling brightly. She'd left her book bag and paperwork at home. Still had the blaster, if only because Tobias might complain if she left it behind.

She had her datapad, of course. But that was less equipment and more necessity. And a fried pastry she'd picked up on the way over, but it was nearly done with. Elanor popped the last bit into her mouth as she strode into Tobias' ship, taking note of the little details and whatnot while wiping her hands off with the clothy wrapper. The blonde chucked it into a bin and floated into Tobias' den, shooting him a luminous smile of greeting. "Hope I didn't keep you waiting too long? The mechanic was ever so determined to try and squeeze a couple extra credits out of me." She laughed.

 

[Tobias Wraith]

Reading over the Jedi Code a few hundred times would make someone’s mind go numb, but he was really focusing on his own abilities. Keeping focused on the task at hand, while allowing himself to stretch his limits was the true test. Quorl had done the same thing with him on Yavin with physical tests, and he had done the same while bored during travel. Practice was practice, and he had to make sure to hone on not letting any bit of Tobias show. His own excitement at feeling [member="Elanor Wraith"]’s signature had allowed him to keep himself dialed in. Feeling her walk up the ramp, he didn’t even need to hear the knock. His datapad was already switched off, and he was looking up at her with a ghost of a smile on his face.

Fatigue was under his eyes, but he still tried to appear warm.

“No, you’re fine.” Her mention of the mechanic made his eyes narrow. “Do I need to go speak to him, see if I can get some of your money back? Do you need any?” Questions fired off in rapid succession as he let his meditative state fall to the wayside. Pulling his weapons off the table, he slid them in the respective spots on his belt. “There is a matter of business we need to attend to before we do anything further.” Switching on the kit, he pulled a small little needle and a test strip out of a side container. Pricking his finger, he dabbed a few dots of blood on there before inserting it on one side. “Now you just need to do the same, and it will confirm if we are related.”

Tobias slid it to the other side of the table, and hoped she wouldn’t mind.