Taco Tues

[Samatharis]

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Silver Rest
Kashyyyk

It was a hot rainy day outside the Rest's Hanger bay. Sporadic blue skies swirling with heavy gray clouds. There were no signs of thunder but the air was filled with heavy wide droplets of warm summer rain. It left a sticky humidity running along your skin and made the air smell like grass and wet mulch. Smells of the forest, I suppose. Just more musky today than ever.

Diana was dressed in her long fuzzy coat. Arms crossed over her chest. Watching the rain falling outside the giant aircraft Hanger. Smiling too. It was funny how empty the wide campus could feel when everybody avoided going outside on the lawn. Little more than a few cars zipping about and one poor sod riding his motorbike through the splashing rain. She smiled at the thought of soaked his road leathers must have been. Funny.

Diana turned around from the vista view outside the Hanger and returned to the view from the inside. Tall ceilings towered over space ships both big and small. A freighter here, a corvette there. All smushed in around by delicate starfighters and easy skyjumpers. Made the motorbikes and speeders look tiny by comparison. But then again. They were there too. Two wheels, four wheels, and repulsar jets all the same. Everybody crammed into the tall wide space, all fighting for air.

She walked over to where her mechanic was fixing up her own Travelsprite Interceptor. Admiring how the poor young girl of just eighteen years old could sneak her thin body into the tightest of spaces.

"Hey Trixi?" Diana called from the dirty concrete floor below, "It's Taco Tuesday over at the Arcade. Figured I'd ride over and grab us lunch or something. Want anything?"

A thin kawaii blonde poked her head out from above the long Jedi starfighter. Her cute button-nose all covered in grease,

"Yeah sure! I'll take two carne asada tacos with rice and black beans, please!"

Diana laughed at the perky teen and nodded her head,

"Fair enough. Two tacos coming right up. I'll be back in a minute."

Diana smiled and walked away. Strolling over to the other side of the Hanger where she could find the exit. Yet, just before she find the door. She almost bumped right into a newcomer. Kresslyn Cantor.

"Oh! Pardon me." She exclaimed. "Everything all right?"

Did he seem lost or befuddled? Diana couldn't rightly tell.

[member="Kresslyn Cantor"]​

 

[Kresslyn Cantor]

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Location: Silver Rest, Arcade/Cafe
Current OBJ: Get familiar with the SJO, eat tacos
Tags: [member="Diana McClaine"]

The Silver Rest was something that could be equated to a real paradise. There were no sort of conflicts, training could be done without hostile interruption, and one could sleep without the worry of where there next meal would come from. This was definitely something that Kresslyn himself wasn't used to whatsoever. He was used to struggle. He was used to scavenging. He was used to having to fight to get his own resources. Kresslyn was apart of the unfortunate bunch of force sensitives that wasn't scooped up from home to go to an academy or anything of the sort; those who were went on to be the leaders of Jedi factions such as the Silver Jedi Order, or the Conquerors that became Sith Lords within their own Empire. He still remained somewhat neutral. The force was something that was some sort of gift, a tool even.

But while Kresslyn scavenged and explored the planets others dared not to, the Jedi and Sith trained on their own agendas. Padawans and Acolytes alike learned force abilities that tied directly into their own career fields. Pathfinders, Healers, Shadows, all specializing themself as need be. Finally, the struggle for Kresslyn was over. The Silver rest was a secure environment where he could be assigned a Master and follow their strict training regimen. Hopefully he would learn abilities and forms that would allow him to help those in need and maintain himself in the far reaches of the galaxy where he would be alone as a pathfinder.

Speaking of a struggle for food, he had just gotten his tacos and began to walk out of the arcade when he bumped into a woman. She wasn't one of the main greeters that he had met before, but she seemed to be of some importance since she was having her ship repaired by someone in the hangar bay earlier. She seemed startled that she'd run into him, but he assured that everything was alright and forced himself to display a greeting smile.

"It is alright, no worries. Would've been different if I had dropped my tacos, though." he added, laughing while speaking.

 

[Samatharis]

Diana seemed surprised at this newcomers timing. But, at least everything was alright now.

"Oh. Well. Excellent then. I suppose, I'll leave you to it. Ta-ta then."

She turned to smile and wave just as a tiny little scooter droid with a lamp shade on it's head and driving around on one wheel zipped on past. It zoomed right past Diana's knee and quickly circled Kresslyn like a buzzard encircling it's prey. It's humorously covered head then honked a rather unwelcome greeting,

~ "Thank you for your purchase human. Allow me to sauce your tacos. Free of charge!" ~

"Oh wait! Z-62 please don't..." Diana raised a finger in protest. Alas. She was too late.

The scooter droid raised a tiny hose and squirted ice cold engine grease all across Kresslyn's freshly served tacos.

~ "You're welcome! Beep beep!" ~

The barked happily before zipping off around the next corner at incredible speed. Darn. Probably off to ambush another poor taco-eating sod too. Ugh. Gross.

"...Oh. Darn it. Sorry. He's a maintenance droid. Not a server bot. Eww." Diana squinted sourly, "Sorry about that. I really don't know what's gotten into him today. Bleh."

She reached out and grabbed a roll of blue paper towels off a work bench. Then offered it to Kesslyn.

"Anyway. ...Look. I'm off to grab a few tacos myself. Let me get you a another one? Please. I mean. It's the least I can do after... Well. After Z-62's little stunt there. Oh. Sorry about that."

Diana looked at Cantor's lunch rather sorrowfully. Ain't nobody gonna eat that icy black sludge now.

Eww.

[member="Kresslyn Cantor"]​

 

[Kresslyn Cantor]

Everything was really fine, there was no sort of discourse he had with the lady, it was an honest mistake.

"Alright, fair enough."

As he turned to walk away and say goodbye, the droid, probably her own, approached the two of them and reached up to his tray. Before he could pull away to resist the droid's involuntary saucing, it was too late. His tacos were now ruined and the tray was covered in oil instead of anything close to a sauce. It wasn't the droid's fault, the rustbuckets that were used for maintenance tended to be somewhat slower than the other models. As he picked a taco up to see the amount of damage, it was dripping with a black grease and was far beyond recoverable. Maybe he could get a refund if he used the "Droid sauced my taco" excuse. They'd both have to see as she offered to go back and get more tacos for each other.

"That's perfectly fine... Maybe the "Droid oiled my tacos" excuse will work perfectly fine. Maybe a free discount."

[member="Diana McClaine"]

 

[Samatharis]

Diana smiled at his humor. It was good to smile when things didn't quite go your way. Even it was just a messy lunch.

"Ha. Right. I guess we'll see. Won't we. Hehe."

She nodded and lead them back towards the arcade. Turning her shoulders slightly to talk,

"Anyway. Are you new around here? I mean. I spend more time in the Rest then most. Figured I knew every human by their face, by now."

She walked easily and spoke casually. A familiar woman walking familiar ground. Well, even if she looked more cosmopolitan than most.

"Ya know. Most newcomers don't last long around Kashyyyk. Around the Rest. Mm. Yep. All too quickly they're all swept up into galactic events and wind up traveling the farthest stars on grand adventures in no time. Just, whoosh. Hello, hello, and gone again. Just like that."

Diana turned again and smiled again,

"Anyway. I hope we keep you. Newcomers always have the most to offer the status quo. Shake things up a bit. Hehe."

The arcade was still a few hallways away. Though, she seemed content to just chat and walk for now. They had time.

[member="Kresslyn Cantor"]​

 

[Kresslyn Cantor]

As he walked through the corridors of the Silver Rest to the arcade, trailing behind the woman closely and listening to what she had to say. It was good that they had ran into each other by accident because she was the only one to greet him in any sort of way so far. The only sort of formal greeting he had was an invitation to come to Kashyyyk, followed by a programmed droid greeting him as he got off of the newcomer ship. As she spoke, he could tell that she stayed around here more than most because she walked so comfortably and relaxed rather than the uptight types that came here for a quick rest and then immediately left. Finally, the question arrived whether he was new here or not.

"Yeah, I'm pretty new here. I just arrived last rotation with only some spare clothes. No Jedi lightsaber, no abilities, nothing of the sort. I guess that's why I'm here. To learn."

As she continued to speak, he followed and understood the reasoning why most newcomers didn't stay for long. Most of them probably had their own informal training, unlike him. He had a similar plan, though. Once he was paired with a Master and had the abilities to survive, he'd join either the Pathfinder Corps or Silver Circle as a healer.

"Well, I'll certainly be here for a while. Most of those newcomers probably have some sort of informal training. I've got none of that. Just a blank slate ready to learn, of course!"

Already he could tell that the Silver Jedi Order was a lax place but remained vigilant and aware of their own enemies. As he walked, he took note of the surrounding hallways and entrances to training rooms, dorms, etc.. He'd get used to the laid back lifestyle before venturing out to the Outer Rim soon enough.

[member="Diana McClaine"]

 

[Samatharis]

Diana stopped walking and turned with a look of surprise on her face. She knew that tone of voice anywhere.

"Oh! So you're new-new."

She put her hands on her hips and smiled broadly. Good.

"Well then. Allow me to be the first to set your expectations straight. Hehe."

Diana gave a large wave of her hand,

"Silver Rest here is the capital of a galaxy spanning effort to liberate and protect as many worlds as possible from the Sith threat in the northern galaxy. However, that said..."

She raised a single finger and winked at him,

"Despite our vast territory and large military effort however, I can safety assure you that numbers are much smaller than we might first appear. In fact, the true number of movers-and-shakers in our little guild effort here are rarely ever counted on more than two hands. (Species not-withstanding.) The Assembly included. So don't be fooled by the great expanse of our facilities. We're a small group of vagrant hearts, motivated by force, friends, and close family ties. So cherish even the smallest things while you're here and your focus on the Big Picture will never go astray."

The tall blonde smiled broadly and shrugged. Words to the wise, I suppose.

"Anyway. I suppose you have questions then? ...Well. We can walk and talk."

She turned and began strutting down the hallway back towards the arcade. Kresslyn might have even gotten the feeling she did this introductions thing quite a bit.

"Go on. Ask away."

[member="Kresslyn Cantor"]​

 

[Kresslyn Cantor]

While they were walking and Kresslyn mentioned he was new with no formal training, the woman immediately came to a stop and turned to face him.

"Yes, ma'am. Brand new. Fresh off the block." he added, a positive tone of voice coming from him.

As she continued to speak, he listened. These moments were something that came to him once in a blue moon, so is was important that he valued them. He put his hands in his pockets and listened.

"Silver Rest here is the capital of a galaxy spanning effort to liberate and protect as many worlds as possible from the Sith threat in the northern galaxy. However, that said..."

The mention of the Sith threat in the galaxy soured the upbeat and happy tone because Kresslyn had experienced some of that first hand. They were the polar opposite of all of his morals and used their methods and abilities for their own personal gains. They were disgusting creatures that needed to be wiped off the face of the galaxy.

"Despite our vast territory and large military effort however, I can safety assure you that numbers are much smaller than we might first appear. In fact, the true number of movers-and-shakers in our little guild effort here are rarely ever counted on more than two hands. (Species not-withstanding.) The Assembly included. So don't be fooled by the great expanse of our facilities. We're a small group of vagrant hearts, motivated by force, friends, and close family ties. So cherish even the smallest things while you're here and your focus on the Big Picture will never go astray."

This sounded like a place Kresslyn could enjoy for a while. It sounded like a home and a supporting family, it sounded alot like a place where he could stay focused and learn in the field before going into his own solace for a while. He continued to listen.

"Go on. Ask away."

And just like that, the energetic woman was finished talking. It was time for him to speak and ask her questions. So, he asked the first question that came to mind.

"How am I gonna get any sort of training? Like, how will I learn the saber forms and what abilities I'll be able to use? I'm eager to get back out and explore the galaxy as a pathfinder."

[member="Diana McClaine"]

 

[Samatharis]

Pathfinder? Oh. The Galactic Alliance used to use those rather famously a few years back. Perhaps Kresslyn had ties to the GA? Interesting.

Diana walked and talked,

"Training? Oh, well. I just returned from sortie. So I'll have you assigned to me later today."

She suddenly stopped again and chuckled at herself. Then pulled out her phone,

"Goodness. Why later. I'll just pull up the app now. ...Let's see. What's my password again? Mmm. ...Okay. Accounts. Students. Set ID number... Erm."

Diana suddenly realized that Kresslyn wouldn't have a library number until after his first medical evaluation. She'd have to set him manually until then.

"Ah. I'll just write you in."

A suddenly tingling sensation overtook Cantor and he couldn't help but notice that Diana was staring at him rather strangely.

"...Kresslyn. Got it! Thanks love."

Wait. Did she just? Read his mind?

"Ah! And there we are. You're now assigned under me. Congrats! And, I'll have an electronic ID made up for you after your first medical eval. After that you'll have Apprentice Level access to facilitates and the Jedi Archives. Easy stuff. No biggie."

She tapped her phone a few times and smiled back at him.

"And we've forgotten introductions! Hehe. How silly of me."

The tall blonde gave a slight bow of her head,

"Diana McClaine. Of Denon. Jedi Master, SSC. Also, Barrier Specialist. At your service."

Okay. Well then?

I guess Kresslyn just found himself a teacher. And, well, I suppose? A telepathic one at that too. Sweet!

[member="Kresslyn Cantor"]​

 

[Kresslyn Cantor]

His mind began to drift as she spoke. This had happened to him a lot ever since he popped up at the Silver Rest. When he was assigned a dorm room here, he sat himself down to get situated and then just drifted off into a mental space. He was glad to be here but he was also very nervous for the long run outcome of his training here. Would he be enough to rise through the ranks of the SJO? Or would he be a pawn of a Knight and carry out the missions the SJO needed. He didn't know, but he surely could determine the outcome.

As he mind drifted back into reality, he joined the conversation once more to her being his Master. "That was easy" he thought, sighing in relief as he previously thought he'd have trouble finding a master to take him in with the weight he carried. He didn't worship the force like an all holy being or any of that, but he also didn't hate it or use it for his own personal game like the polar opposite of the Jedi do.

"...Kresslyn. Got it! Thanks love."

Kresslyn raised a brow as she said his first name. He didn't recall telling her his name, so she must have done one of those weird Jedi things where they read someone's mind or manipulated them into saying something and not recalling it. Strange. As she navigated the weird device, he was shocked as to how fast she accepted taking him under her wing. This comes with quite a bit of baggage and he hopes she understands that.

Still in the weird series of events, she began to introduce herself.

"And we've forgotten introductions! Hehe. How silly of me. Diana McClaine. Of Denon. Jedi Master, SSC. Also, Barrier Specialist. At your service."

Things were off to a good start. He knew he was in good hands and although they both had two different personalities, this would pay off in the long run for the both of them. He was still a very young man with a lot of learning to do. To explore the galaxy, he'd have to be something very special compared to the regular Guardian.

"Kresslyn Cantor. Coruscant. Just an explorer and normally the odd one out. I don't necessarily like the whole fossil and artifact thing, more like the big game hunt and finding something evil. They always turn out the most fun."

[member="Diana McClaine"]

 

[Samatharis]

Diana smiled.

"Big Game huh? Hehe. Well..." She tilted her head and placed a hand nearer her mouth, "I'll tell you a little secret then."

She gave a few nods of her head towards a white window nearby. Letting the warm rain rap slowly against the glass.

"Out there. You can be anything you want."

She winked.

"Promise."

Then the silly blonde turned and began marching back towards the sweet sweet smell of good afternoon cooking. Rounding the corner just in time to find the arcade. Packed full with hungry people, patreons, and puttering service droids. Big bright lights and all.

Diana gave a nod and they both got in line for service. Which, by the looks of how popular this place was? Could be a second. So she turned and made conversation.

"Well then. I suppose we'll be working together a fair bit. Might as well get to know each other."

She pursed her lips and nodded sagely.

"Mm. Why don't you tell me more about yourself Kresslyn? Family? Job? Maybe what brought you to us in the first place, hmm?"

The tall woman shrugged her fuzzy warm shoulders. It seemed a perfectly good place to start.

[member="Kresslyn Cantor"]​

 

[Kresslyn Cantor]

An interesting woman, to say the least. They both smiled at each other in a greeting way before continuing the conversation about the sort of big game hunts that the galaxy offered. Interesting. This caused his mind to drift and led him to thinking if hunting was allowed on the grounds of the Silver Rest. Even on Kashyyyk, really. No big deal if not, he'd just go off world and hunt while on exploration.

"Big game huh? I'll tell you a little secret then. Out there, you can be anything you want. Promise."

Interesting. Sounded like a good deal to him. Training, hunting, and relaxing was a lifestyle that he could easily get used to. Really easily.

"Sounds like a good deal."

As they wrapped up that subject of that conversation, the two continued down the hall to where the arcade/cafe was. It was a luxurious place, but he worried that the SJO being awarded this many luxuries would make them too lax for when the time came for battle. That would have to prove itself, though. Time will tell, he thought.

When they arrived to the arcade and established themselves in the line, another conversation opened itself up about the two's backgrounds and what they enjoyed doing. Kresslyn didn't have much of an exciting backstory, just one of exploration and law enforcement. But if a backstory was what she wanted, he'd tell her easily.

"Mm. Why don't you tell me more about yourself Kresslyn? Family? Job? Maybe what brought you to us in the first place, hmm?"

"Well. I'm from the under levels of Coruscant and I worked a little bit as local law enforcement there. After I got tired of my homeworld, I joined something called uh.. I think it was the Galaxy Exploration Corps? Something along the lines of that. Just goes to show how much exploring I did rather than working with the actual organization. As for family, I think they're all still alive. I haven't seen them in a while. I have a brother and a sister, I'm not sure exactly what any of them are up to, unfortunately."

Then he got to the question that all people asked at one point in their life. The why are you doing this or what brought you here question. He didn't have an answer, really, but he was as good as anyone else at making stuff up on the spot.

"Well, I wasn't one of those kids that got taken from their families at a young age due to the promise they showed in the force, so I was kind of overlooked. I was doing some mercenary work out in the rest of the galaxy but had trouble finding an actual purpose. I got tired of the odd job so instead of waiting on you to come find me, I came to you guys and found you."

[member="Diana McClaine"]

 

[Samatharis]

The line for food moved slowly. They had time.

Diana nodded at his explanations. Empathically, she could feel his emotions as he said them. The standoff'ish'ness was normal. He was careful. She could relate. Caution was a good trait in a hunter. Especially one who had lived as long as he had under tense circumstances. It was fine.

When he finished. She knew some more perspective was probably in order.

"Well. Thanks for finding us then. I guess. Hehe."

She pursed her lips and shrugged,

"Look. I get that you're unsure about what you're walking into. But. Just try to trust me here. We're not some holy salvation. The Silvers. The Jedi Order. We're not some galactic cure-all. And we know it. Honestly, its somewhat sorry to say that our little group here is the biggest thing fighting the Sith these days. We weren't founded on war and some pretty cathedral promises all those many long years ago. We were just trying to get by. In a galaxy filled with conflict? The Silvers just wanted someplace safe. For their wives, and kids, and students. Not just another battlefield."

She paused and sighed a bit. It was hard to put decades of struggle into perspective. Especially when you're surrounded by all the luxuries of decades of hard work and sacrifice too. White walls. White halls. All built and maintained with blood.

"Anyway. You don't need a history lesson. Not yet, anyway. The important thing is. ...You're here. And you're ready to learn."

She perked up and smiled again.

"Look. I don't know your history. I don't know your path. You're an adult now. Not some fresh off-the-bus Apprentice. So I'm not going to spending a lot of time teaching you how to wear brown robes, tie your shoes, read the space bible, and eat politely as a good little Ambassador of the Galactic Republic. You want to know something? Just ask. I'm no Priest and your no Saint. So we'll skip the kiddie stuff. The good verus evil. The black versus white. You want training? You can earn it. From me."

She folded her arms over her fuzzy chest now. Looking more like a warrior in spirit now than as a beacon of soft paragon feathers and fluffy pillow talk. A woman who could rip the roof down with a gesture and tear your mind apart with just a smirking thought.

"So. Let's cut the chase then."

She relaxed and let the atmosphere of the arcade sweep over them again. Soft smells and easy eating. Happy people.

"Why are you here Kresslyn Cantor of Galactic Center. What, do you wish to learn?"

[member="Kresslyn Cantor"]​

 

[Kresslyn Cantor]

Kresslyn's stomach grumbled quietly, demanding a make up for those oil covered tacos. "At least I'm busy with some good conversation" he thought, rubbing his previously wounded abdomen gently. As he listened to her speak, he looked to his right at the long line ahead. Welp. "Might just want to say exactly what I want to learn," he thought. "But... what do I want to learn? Is there really anything else besides the push or pull or lift? Another thing I'll have to learn, I guess. Can she read my thoughts? I don't know. Odd."

After he zoned back in again, she was giving him a brief run down of what her plan was with his training. It was quite odd that she already had a general idea of what she wanted to do. Had she been looking for an Apprentice and fate brought them together? Or was she just a very organized person that was excellent at planning. Once again, only time would tell with her.

"Look. I don't know your history. I don't know your path. You're an adult now. Not some fresh off-the-bus Apprentice. So I'm not going to spending a lot of time teaching you how to wear brown robes, tie your shoes, read the space bible, and eat politely as a good little Ambassador of the Galactic Republic. You want to know something? Just ask. I'm no Priest and you're no Saint. So we'll skip the kiddie stuff. The good versus evil. The black versus white. You want training? You can earn it. From me."

Well, this was an option Kresslyn was just now being introduced to. Having options. Growing up on Coruscant and as the youngest child of his family, he was forced to always get the bottom of the barrel. The last things always came to him. So the day had finally came that he could make a decision for himself.

"Well, I'm not sure what sort of abilities I want to learn, I guess just those that will help me protect myself and others while out exploring the galaxy. Uh... I don't know much about those lightsaber forms, so I guess I'll just take up after you and learn the ones you know to get starting, learning the rest on my own through those holocron thingies I hear about or through the good old Jedi library. As for why I'm here.."

He didn't know. So he'd just give a basic answer.

"I'm here because I want to explore and defend when need be."

He knew.

"I also want to take care of my sister. I don't know where she is, but I want to see her again."

"That's the reason I explore."

[member="Diana McClaine"]

 

[Samatharis]

It was a pitiful answer to be honest. He'd flown half way across the galaxy with almost nothing in mind. So, was he desperate or just stupid? Probably both really. She'd need to help fix that. Eventually.

Then. He mentioned a sister. Ah. Now that was something worth fighting for. Something real. Something tangible. No space magic needed to understand that motivation. No wibby-wobbly religion to get in your way. Just a woman. And a goal. Perfect.

Diana squinted as she spoke, "So you explore the stars to find a sister and defend the weak hoping she'll be safe. Now that, is interesting."

The line moved slowly. Half way now. Almost taco time.

"So why space magic then? Why us? Why play the dangerous card?"

She shrugged. As if it was a perfectly potent question.

"Surely you could have gone anywhere? Joined a rogue guild? Joined the Greens over on Corellia? Joined the Sith Empire too? Or just ignored this whole darn galactic faction thing all together, am I right? Probably would have been safer that way. Keep your head down, and all that."

Diana took a deep breath and looked him up and down. Big guy like Cantor? Why, he could be playing Shockball professionally right now back on Denon. Making thousands. By her standards, sure. Guy had options. No? Maybe he was broke then. Maybe he was running. Maybe he just thought the Silver Jedi were the first stop in a great big shopping mall. Maybe he was just window shopping.

Mmm. It was funny really. Of just how little of himself he chose to notice. How little of himself he chose to share. I mean, sure. Brevity is the soul of wit and all that. But did Kresslyn really think he could simply ignore his whole life so easily. His talent. His destiny. Before a Jedi?

"So how about it Kresslyn." She interrupted, "Why us? Why you? ...Why her?"

...

Well. I suppose those answers were for Diana to know and for Kresslyn to find out. Destiny was funny like that. Just when you thought you knew what you were doing. Everything can shift. Like how getting grease on your tacos meant the lunch you had planned for had to wait a bit. Or how maybe. Just maybe. He'd just found something a lot, lot better.

[member="Kresslyn Cantor"]​

 

[Kresslyn Cantor]

That was a great answer! He thought, not knowing that in reality it was a poor response put together at the very last second. Not that he didn't have any good motives, it was just that he hadn't really thought about it much.

But when he really got to thinking and was focused on one true driving factor, it was his sister. She hadn't been seen in ages since she left Coruscant to somewhere in the Outer Rim or the Unknown Regions. He could not care less about his brother. He was a drunk with no true life skills whatsoever. He was baiting Kresslyn into doing his work for him his whole life. In that moment he had a short flashback that had disgusted him.

"Hey, Kress.. I need you to go get some of that stuff for me." he said

"Kress, I need you to go take care of this guy." he said

Kresslyn had every reason to be a crimelord in some sort of syndicate like the Black Sun or the Hutt Cartel. He had every reason to be evil. Every reason to hate the galaxy.

But his sister was a decisive factor in his life. She had never wronged anyone in her life and one day... she just vanished. She packed her bags

And left.

It was like Kresslyn had lost any sort of reasoning to stay on Coruscant. So, he joined the local police force for some sort of formal training and gain in people skills. As soon as he served his minimum two years, he left. He and his family knew he was sensitive to the force so one day he followed the footsteps of his sister and packed his bags

And left.

She asked him why he didn't join something like the Galactic Alliance, or the Greens, or Rogues.

"I like order. Simply put. I don't much appreciate that of people who've defected from their cause. As for something like the Greens, I did serve as a policeman, but I didn't deal with big smugglers, etc."

"So I came to you all. I've always wanted to go to Kashyyyk anyway." he added, laughing as he looked down to speak to her.

"Why me? Heh. I don't know. I've always liked exploring and navigating. Especially when I get lost! That's the best challenge. I also like scavenging, making my own little knick knacks, things like that."

"Why her? She's my sister. She could be perfectly fine, you know. It was just that one day her whole 'I love my homeworld' thing changed and she left. It was never like her to make rash decisions. Like I said, she could be fine.. but she hasn't communicated with anyone at all either. So its just a family check up. No one else in my family will do it."

[member="Diana McClaine"]

 

[Samatharis]

Well enough. At least now he had said it all out loud. It was good, ya know. She could trust what was out in the open. The Force could too.

"That's a good answer. I can feel that it's true too. We all can."

She looked around and gave a gesture to everyone gathered. Most were Jedi. Empath or telepath. Like her. They could all feel when someone was telling the truth. Being honest with themselves. Being open, being real. It was good preparation for what came next. Being around so many others, like her.

"Thank you for sharing it with me. I promise, that as we work together. I'll keep your sister in mind as we train."

She smiled softly. As if his goals had just become, her goals too.

"We'll get you set up. Then, you can say hello to her again. Soon."

There was hope in those words. Like seeing his sister was just around the corner.

"Ah! Taco time." The line finally relented. "Good. Best to order up. I'll pay too. Just my way of saying sorry. For earlier. Hehe."

They took a moment to order and be served. Diana got a few extra for Trixi back in the Bay too. Just like she'd ordered.

"Anyway. Guess that's us then."

Diana grabbed a few paper products. Forks, knives, napkins. Then gestured back towards the hall. Knowing full well she hadn't shared much about herself yet either.

"Fancy a walk back down the hall or... Is this your exit too?"

As. She didn't want to waste his time. When they'd bumped into each other either, he looked like he was going somewhere. Could be busy.

"And look." Diana interrupted, "We can start with training and stuff tomorrow. No biggie. But why not drop by medical for your evaluation sometime today too. They'll take some blood, gauge your physical fitness, check you for nutritional requirements, and print you out a real ID tag too. Should get you Apprentice Level Access to most of the Rest. Easier to wander about then."

She moved to stand by the door. Wondering if he was following or, if he had more important business elsewhere. They could catch up tomorrow, in the Great Hall, if needed.

[member="Kresslyn Cantor"]​

 

[Kresslyn Cantor]

It was weird being around people that could read your mind and feel whether or not you were telling the truth. No more lying out of situations anymore. Well, that was the Jedi way or something like that. He never really lied in the first place though. As she made a gesture to the surrounding crowd, he turned and surveyed all of them. They weren't really listening besides a few that had picked up some of the backstory talk and got interested, but he knew what she meant.

"I'm not really a closed or cut off person anyway. That's my motive and it's what I'll accomplish."

It was almost as if he was exposed to a second wave of hope. He trusted that her training and his motivation would get him to where he needed to be, and that one day he'd see his sisters face knowing she was alright.

"I hope so. I personally think she's fine.. I'll probably just ask why she left so quickly and without warning."

He'd ask a lot more than that when he finally saw her, though.

As soon as he finished talking about what he'd ask his sister, it was time for tacos. Tacos without grease or oil spilled all over them, too. As she offered to pay, Kresslyn hesitated to object, but he knew she wouldn't allow herself to not make up for the droid mistake from earlier.

"Alright, thanks." he said, putting a smile on his face. Everyone liked tacos. Except maybe droids..
As he got his two tacos and held them in one flimsy napkin without a tray, she gestured toward the door and asked whether or not it was his exit.

"Well, I was actually lost when you bumped into me. But now that you mention it I think it's a good time to head over and get that evaluation and ID. Probably some of those Heliost robes, too. I'm not sure of the whole clan thing we've got going on, but it sounded like Heliost didn't have that many people so I joined up. I like the symbol anyway."

As they both approached the door, it was time for them to part ways for the time being. He'd have to spend another hour or so looking for the medbay.

"Well, if you need to find me tomorrow I..." He didn't know his dorm number.

"I uh... I'm sure my room number is on there somewhere! Time to go find the medbay!" He said, awaiting her own departure. "Thanks for the tacos!"

[member="Diana McClaine"]