Private Power Converters?!

[Jonyna Si]

Tython Jedi Temple, Temple Grounds

TAG: Everest Vale

To any normal observer, the sight of a councilwoman scrubbing what looked like a normal X-wing was an odd one. Why was it parked in the middle of the temple grounds? Why did it look...ancient?

Jonyna didn't mind. This was a museum piece. She wanted it looking as if it was fresh off the production line before she put out her call to the padawans to learn it's history. For now though, her and Dice were hard at work. The droid was busy refurbishing the insides. The stuff Jonyna dared not touch. She didn't need it able to fight again, but the starfighter did need to at least be able to fly. She wanted to do something special for Sunrider's debut after all. All the while, Jonyna was using her own powers in the Force to help her scrub this thing of the hundreds of years of growth that it had accumulated from sitting on Endor.

But the better question was, who would be the first to ask her what the heck she was doing?

 

[Everest Vale]

Outfit: Robes
Equipment: Lightsaber, Bracelet, Earrings
Tag: Jonyna Si

Morning light spilled over the Tython Temple grounds, bathing the world in a soft gold that seemed to hush even the breeze. The air was crisp but warming quickly, the scent of fresh earth and dew heavy in the gardens. For the first time in a long while, Everest Vale let herself simply walk without destination, her hand occasionally brushing the tops of the wildflowers that lined the stone paths.

It was strange, relearning how to exist without tension in her chest, without every step weighed down by pain or fear. She was healing, she knew that. But sometimes healing meant simply breathing through the quiet moments, and letting them stitch you back together one heartbeat at a time.

Rounding a corner, she slowed, blinking against the sun. In the middle of a wide, flat courtyard sat something wholly unexpected: an X-wing starfighter, weathered but unmistakable. And working at its side with a focus that seemed both determined and at ease was a woman Eve had met only in passing, but recognised immediately.

Master Jonyna Si.

They had never truly spoken before. Eve knew of her, of course. How could she not? But life, training, and the chaos of the galaxy had always kept their paths from properly crossing. She realised with a soft tug of guilt that she knew almost nothing about the Councilwoman beyond distant reverence.

Maybe... today was the right time to change that. A distraction, a chance to help, a chance to connect. All of it in one small, simple choice. Gathering her composure, Eve approached with the light, fluid steps that came naturally to her, pausing a respectful distance away so as not to startle the Master at her work. The warm morning light caught in her silver hair, and for a moment she simply took in the quiet, peaceful scene.

"Master Si," Eve said softly, dipping her head in a quiet, genuine bow of greeting. Her voice was warm, but careful, as if not wanting to disturb the peace of the moment.

"Would you like some help?"

 

[Jonyna Si]

TAG: Everest Vale

Jonyna had seen plenty of padawans pass through the grounds, not giving her a second thought. Sure, they were all probably on some sort of training regiment, or had somewhere to be, but it would've been nice to have a wave.

Then again, not a lot of folks wanted to interrupt the councilwoman hard at work.

Except for one, apparently.

Jonyna's response however, was ever blunt. She reached over with the Force, grabbing a soaked sponge from a bucket, and tossed it Everest's way.

"Sure, pick a side. This thing is caked in dirt."

 

[Everest Vale]

Outfit: Robes
Equipment: Lightsaber, Bracelet, Earrings
Tag: Jonyna Si

Eve tucked the sponge under one arm to roll up the sleeves of her tunic, careful not to jostle her bandaged side too much. The crisp morning air kissed her skin, and for a moment, Eve let herself just... exist, savouring the calm of the morning. It had been a while since she had allowed herself something like this.

Moving to the portside wing, Eve knelt beside the battered hull, braced her hand against it, and started to scrub. The sponge slid over grime that must have been centuries old, lifting moss and dust in long, patient strokes. She worked methodically, but not mindlessly, every pass felt almost reverent, like she was peeling back the years themselves. After a few moments of companionable silence, Eve glanced over toward Jonyna, silver eye glinting in the light.

"I don't know... anything about ships, really, but... this one looks old."

 

[Jonyna Si]

TAG: Everest Vale

"Not much older than I am." Jonyna said with a bit of morbid humor, as she pulled the water out of the bucket next to her, seeming to seperate the dirt from it manually through the Force, then having it wash over the side she was working on once more, only to snake back into the bucket. "We're both old birds, but this one has a bigger legend than I do. I take it you know the name Luke Skywalker?"

She hoped the padawan did. Learning history was one part of her training Jonyna had to learn first hand. Meeting Sylvar, then her mother, then Valery Noble . Jonyna's journey to masterdom was a line of her learning from elders, some so much older than she could imagine when she was just a girl on the run.

 

[Everest Vale]

Outfit: Robes
Equipment: Lightsaber, Bracelet, Earrings
Tag: Jonyna Si

At the mention of the name, Eve's scrubbing slowed.

"Luke Skywalker..." she echoed softly, almost to herself.

Of course she knew it. Everyone did — the Jedi Knight who faced down Emperor Palpatine, who turned Darth Vader from the Dark. The boy from Tatooine who became a legend. Every Jedi worth their salt would know the legendary story. But it wasn't until her gaze drifted across the starfighter's weathered frame again, tracing the contours of the wings and the age-worn details...

Her breath hitched. Her eye widened just slightly.

"This is... his X-wing?"

She turned toward Jonyna fully now, sponge forgotten in her hand, the weight of history settling into her chest like a quiet gasp of awe. The ancient machine was no longer just an artifact. She didn't say anything else right away, and just let the moment settle, her awe unspoken but clear in her wide, silver gaze.

"How did you even..."

 

[Jonyna Si]

TAG: Everest Vale

That got a snort out of the Cathar.

"A lot of digging through the archives, a bit of luck, and a bunch of retracing steps. Only for a maybe. No way to prove it, but..." She paused, rubbing her hand across the wing in front of her. "It doesn't matter, I think. I wanted this here as a reminder of where we came from. Where we stand. That, once upon a time, the galaxy wasn't so safe. It's a teaching tool more than anything. If it is the real thing, I hope we treat it with care. If not...well, the other padawans don't need to know that."

To her, it didn't matter. To her, it was real. Farmboy's wings that saved the galaxy. Jonyna's mood stayed chipper as she tossed a bit of water Everest's way.

"Now don't get distracted by being starstruck! We want this thing to look like it just came off the production line, yeah?"

 

[Everest Vale]

Outfit: Robes
Equipment: Lightsaber, Bracelet, Earrings
Tag: Jonyna Si

Eve blinked as the water splashed toward her, barely dodging it with a startled laugh.

"Hey!" she protested, brushing droplets off her robes. Smiling, she turned back to the X-wing and dipped her sponge into the bucket again, resuming her careful scrubbing of a stubborn streak of grime near one of the lower panels.

"It's... kind of beautiful, though," she admitted quietly after a short while, her tone softer now. "Even if it's just a maybe. The history it carries — real or imagined — it still matters."

She worked in silence for a beat, focused on her task, brushing away moss and grit with care, not unlike tending to a garden. It was soothing, in its own way. Meditative. And it felt oddly right to be doing it beside someone who understood the meaning of legacy, not just legend.

 

[Jonyna Si]

TAG: Everest Vale

"I sometimes wonder if people question my own stories. My memory isn't what it used to be, and my people already mythologize what I did all those centuries ago."

It was something she didn't like to think about. That 900 in the ice had degraded her own memory. That her story, her life, would be lost in time.

But then again, it was always going to be. It was something she meditated on often. That one day, she would be written about in history books, and she wouldn't get a say in how she was portrayed.

"I try to think of it like this. History will remember you for what you did. Were you helpful? Kind? Honest? Or evil. Selfish. Wicked. You don't get to make that decision. One day, we all move on to become one with the Force. One day, we end. But..." She took another splash of water to the wing, letting the mud idly wash off. It wasn't the most expedient way to clean the fighter, but Jonyna wasn't trying to do this fast. She was trying to make it a meditation. Water on, water washes off, water back on. Her own way of letting the years wash away naturally. "It's important to remind yourself that you're always planting those seeds. That the people who you help will remember you did, and the people you hurt will too. I think that's what sets us apart from the sith. We care about legacy, in the sense that we choose to plant seeds that will grow into something wonderful, knowing that we can't dictate how they grow. The sith want to control that. They want to think they can, by defying death and time itself. But time doesn't care about your own wants. Certainly didn't care that I wanted to be the one to restore the order, not some farmboy from Tatooine."