The Arbiter
Glacier-blue eyes gazed intently at the traffic that whipped by in the crowded sky lanes over Coruscant. Coruscant. Truth be told, he hated this planet. It played host to so many different forms of government over the ages, he was surprised that anybody from Coruscant or on Coruscant had even a remote sense of belonging to any ideal. It was just a bunch of random sentients trying to make whatever type of living they desired. Perhaps that, though, was the ideal nature of galactic society at large. How many people really and truly cared what happened to them? Lately, it seemed most of the people that had much of a vested interest in anything just ran away from what they did not understand or believed themselves incapable of fathoming.
Yeah, sure, Marcello was part of that problem. Or at least, he certainly had been until a certain blonde Jedi had jump-started the maturity that existed deep within the bowels of his soul. In fact, she probably didn't even really realize that she'd done it. They'd not really...seen each other since the blissful interaction that had taken place on Manaan. As they both knew, the reality and necessity of their efforts to the galaxy demanded time apart, without contact. Outside of that, Marcello was very much a rogue in the way he did things. On some level, he had the sense that the Council was happy to permit such. On another level, he knew he didn't really care anyways. Marcello wasn't boult for politics.
However, he'd contacted someone that most certainly was. Marcello did not know Jedi Master [member="Ben Watts"] personally. The man had departed the Order well before Marcello finally joined. Still, Marcello could read, and he also knew that the man had been seen floating around here and there. The Naboo native didn't know what the full story was, but he intended to find out. Given Marcello's very direct nature, he did not expect it to take him very long to get his...points across.
Standing atop some random skyscraper in the commercial district, the Jedi Master waited. Marcello enjoyed being out in the real world, so he conducted very few meetings in official locations. He presumed they both had more important things to do than walk down the halls of the Jedi Temple contemplating the nature of the light side. Marcello wasn't philisophical like that anyways.
Yeah, sure, Marcello was part of that problem. Or at least, he certainly had been until a certain blonde Jedi had jump-started the maturity that existed deep within the bowels of his soul. In fact, she probably didn't even really realize that she'd done it. They'd not really...seen each other since the blissful interaction that had taken place on Manaan. As they both knew, the reality and necessity of their efforts to the galaxy demanded time apart, without contact. Outside of that, Marcello was very much a rogue in the way he did things. On some level, he had the sense that the Council was happy to permit such. On another level, he knew he didn't really care anyways. Marcello wasn't boult for politics.
However, he'd contacted someone that most certainly was. Marcello did not know Jedi Master [member="Ben Watts"] personally. The man had departed the Order well before Marcello finally joined. Still, Marcello could read, and he also knew that the man had been seen floating around here and there. The Naboo native didn't know what the full story was, but he intended to find out. Given Marcello's very direct nature, he did not expect it to take him very long to get his...points across.
Standing atop some random skyscraper in the commercial district, the Jedi Master waited. Marcello enjoyed being out in the real world, so he conducted very few meetings in official locations. He presumed they both had more important things to do than walk down the halls of the Jedi Temple contemplating the nature of the light side. Marcello wasn't philisophical like that anyways.