The Arbiter
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Republic Medical Facility
Weeks had elapsed since the initial invasion by the Sith of Coruscant. It had been just a few days since Marcello had managed to leave Rothana and travel to his current location. A large part of him wondered when the next 'major' offensive would occur. Sure, he'd read reports of various supply depots being raided. Most of those reports, however, mentioned very little of Sith involvement. That, of course, meant precisely nothing.
While the Jedi Master's route back to the core of the galaxy had by no means been a direct one, it had been fruitful. It seemed the Order had continued to march on whilst he was away, to include the appointment of a new High Council. None of this surprised the Naboo Jedi, but it also didn't much concern him. Though he had yet to personally make contact with anyone, the locator beacon in his vessel had been active for some time - though he'd really only made a brief stop at Ossus.
As Marcello exited his dark blue N-1T, he exhaled heavily and slightly relaxed the zipper on his black flightsuit. The hilt of his lightsaber was concealed in a pocket near his right thigh, and he left his flight helmet on his seat. After arranging for R9 to be lowered and taken for a cleaning, he casually made his way to the medical bay. Several people were on his mind...had been since his hasty, wordless departure from Coruscant. But between [member="Ryan Korr"] and [member="Kiskla Grayson"], he only expected to encounter the former.
He hoped his apprentice had received plenty of rest because it was likely to be the last for a while. Their presence was needed not in the core or holding court in some Temple. Yes, those things were important and there were plenty of Jedi better suited to the task, more responsible for...management. Marcello and his apprentice along with him were needed to do anything and everything they could to prevent another loss such as Coruscant.
They would bring light to those that others would sentence to eternal darkness. This mandate came from no orders on high...and likely never would. They came from the challenging reality of their existence as Jedi Guardians.
Republic Medical Facility
Weeks had elapsed since the initial invasion by the Sith of Coruscant. It had been just a few days since Marcello had managed to leave Rothana and travel to his current location. A large part of him wondered when the next 'major' offensive would occur. Sure, he'd read reports of various supply depots being raided. Most of those reports, however, mentioned very little of Sith involvement. That, of course, meant precisely nothing.
While the Jedi Master's route back to the core of the galaxy had by no means been a direct one, it had been fruitful. It seemed the Order had continued to march on whilst he was away, to include the appointment of a new High Council. None of this surprised the Naboo Jedi, but it also didn't much concern him. Though he had yet to personally make contact with anyone, the locator beacon in his vessel had been active for some time - though he'd really only made a brief stop at Ossus.
As Marcello exited his dark blue N-1T, he exhaled heavily and slightly relaxed the zipper on his black flightsuit. The hilt of his lightsaber was concealed in a pocket near his right thigh, and he left his flight helmet on his seat. After arranging for R9 to be lowered and taken for a cleaning, he casually made his way to the medical bay. Several people were on his mind...had been since his hasty, wordless departure from Coruscant. But between [member="Ryan Korr"] and [member="Kiskla Grayson"], he only expected to encounter the former.
He hoped his apprentice had received plenty of rest because it was likely to be the last for a while. Their presence was needed not in the core or holding court in some Temple. Yes, those things were important and there were plenty of Jedi better suited to the task, more responsible for...management. Marcello and his apprentice along with him were needed to do anything and everything they could to prevent another loss such as Coruscant.
They would bring light to those that others would sentence to eternal darkness. This mandate came from no orders on high...and likely never would. They came from the challenging reality of their existence as Jedi Guardians.