Verrin Ris'To
K'paur Pureblood
The Drifter, It was a small cargo freighter retrofitted to offer cheap and bulk transportation to people looking for discreet, or well, cheap transportation. Verrin belonged to the later group as the allowance for Jedi was not very high, especially since he used it to buy the occasional drink or travel which was his current situation. He was returning from Tatooine back to Coruscant, one of the last stops of the freighter.
Verrin turned his head back to the old man that had quickly become his traveling companion. His name was Terro Kins, a small moisture farmer that was also on his way to Coruscant, but he was going to visit his son and their family that had taken a job in one of the many maintenance crews on lower Coruscant. He wasn't sure why, but the mans simple, yet happy life was something that made him feel a little envious.
He doubted he would ever get that. To have a simple, nice, life where he could visit his family across the galaxy. Obligations to the galaxy, to the order, to everyone... to just let go and enjoy a small, peaceful life would have been, nice. But he wouldn't. He couldn't. The Jedi life was all he knew and being a Jedi was who he was.
Verrin was jostled out of his musings, literally, when the freighter bucked and shuddered. Red lights flashed on in the cargo hold, and reaching out in the force, he could feel spikes of aggression, fear, and other emotions that were difficult to truly feel. They were being attacked... Verrin could only hope the pilot knew what he was doing. Reaching out, Verrin gripped the old man's hand and smiled at him trying to calm him down, "It will be fine..." he said with more belief then he felt.
[member="Saran Drast"]
Verrin turned his head back to the old man that had quickly become his traveling companion. His name was Terro Kins, a small moisture farmer that was also on his way to Coruscant, but he was going to visit his son and their family that had taken a job in one of the many maintenance crews on lower Coruscant. He wasn't sure why, but the mans simple, yet happy life was something that made him feel a little envious.
He doubted he would ever get that. To have a simple, nice, life where he could visit his family across the galaxy. Obligations to the galaxy, to the order, to everyone... to just let go and enjoy a small, peaceful life would have been, nice. But he wouldn't. He couldn't. The Jedi life was all he knew and being a Jedi was who he was.
Verrin was jostled out of his musings, literally, when the freighter bucked and shuddered. Red lights flashed on in the cargo hold, and reaching out in the force, he could feel spikes of aggression, fear, and other emotions that were difficult to truly feel. They were being attacked... Verrin could only hope the pilot knew what he was doing. Reaching out, Verrin gripped the old man's hand and smiled at him trying to calm him down, "It will be fine..." he said with more belief then he felt.
[member="Saran Drast"]