B Y O O
LOCATION: Ossus
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Briana Sal-Soren
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Justice Lesan
This wasn’t his first time on Ossus, but it was his first time coming here partly on
someone’s insistence. And that someone had wandered off, sometime after his attention had been grabbed, as follows:
“Hey, you!” He paused in his tracks, stopping mid-conversation with Briana Sal-Soren, and turned to the source of the childlike voice… which was in fact a child. A little too old to be a youngling, but just about the right age for a padawan, classically. Something that was starting to be more on his mind as of late, though he was still as yet a padawan himself, but the time on that was, as he’d found out recently, becoming short. Change is one of the few guaranteed things in life.
“Me?” he asked, pointing in at his chest,
“Or…?” he gestured to Bri with the other hand. The young twi’lek girl looked at him, unable to hide her thoughts and feelings from her expression - this look said
‘are you an idiot?’. He had half a mind to be surly, but he didn't want to give the wrong impression to such a young, impressionable mind.
“You, duh,” she said, as if it was the most obvious thing in the galaxy,
“are you a Jedi?"
Viz took a couple steps closer, and crouched to her level,
"You could say that," a simple yes would have sufficed, but simple answers for a
clearly intelligent child wouldn’t do. He set his arms down on his thighs, leaving his hands dangling between his knees.
“What kinda Jedi?"
Was this an interrogation? He blinked, strangely caught off guard by the question,
"What do you..." a pause, as what was being asked hit him,
"...a padawan." Viz glanced back towards Briana… who had wandered off. Not that this was an issue, per se, but he closed his eyes for a brief moment, blowing a sigh out of his nose, and turned his attention back to the girl with an honest smile.
"Me too! Um… Almost!" the kid exclaims, but then,
"I hope I'm not still a padawan when I'm as old as you."
Viz stares at her a moment, slightly taken aback,
"I'm not old..." his mouth assumes a line and he shakes his head, a tad incredulously, with a small laugh. Suppose from her point of view, it was an accurate assessment.
"Are you sure you're a Jedi? I haven't seen you anywhere before."
He was just about to form a reply to her skeptical question, when another, older voice interjected, drawing his eyes to its source: the Arkanian Master Ithar Pell, one of his own Master’s acquaintances.
"Imri, let's be nice to Master Sato's padawan."
Vizion rose from his crouch, some part of him grateful to be saved from the inquisition. Imri, for her part, went wide-eyed with this nugget of information,
"Really?! You're..." she catches the level stare of the master that just admonished her, and sheepishly turns back to Viz, tipping her head,
"...sorry, Master Sato's padawan."
Viz resists the urge to laugh, smiling,
"I'm Vizion,” and with hardly skipping a beat,
“It’s nice to meet you, Imri.”
Imri brightens, seemingly forgetting having just been told to mind herself,
"Hi, Vizion, nice to meet you too!... oh, doyouknowEmirIthinkhe'scute."
Master Pell laughs,
"Breathe, Imri,” and approaches the unlikely pair, standing half a head taller than Vizion himself, the both of them casting shadow over the young twi’lek,
"Now run along, Imri, or you'll miss your class."
The realization hitting her, Imri squeaks in surprise,
"Eep!" and runs off, without another word.
They both watch the girl go, all four limbs winding as she disappears into the gaggle of her classmates,
"I've heard you'll be preparing for your trials soon," with Ithar changing the topic from the one that had been foisted upon Vizion, to the one that was most heavily on his mind. This made his mouth assume a line, and he crossed his arms, glancing downwards in thought for a few moments. There was so much to unpack with that impending reality, and relatively little of that had anything to do with the business of being a Jedi.
"My Master seems to think I'm ready."
That felt like the best response. It wasn’t something he’d divulged as of yet, as if he held some concern that voicing it would make it real. That things would change, irrevocably, putting it into words. His relationships had weathered his becoming a padawan, all those years before, but this… this was in many ways different. This time
she was Jedi, too.
"Don't you think you are?"
It wasn’t the trials that weighed on him. He rose to the challenges laid out before him, proving himself through every turn. Viz gave the pale master a tight-lipped smile,
“Suppose my trials will answer that,” his smile became a little less tighter, and a little wider, warmer,
“It’s good to see you, Master Pell. My Master sends his regards… now, if you’ll excuse me, there’s someone I need to go find.”
After wandering away from the site of the interrogative ambush, Viz came to a standstill again, and compiled his focus, drawing on the Force, seeking…
“Where are you, Bri…” …his eyes flicking open some scant few moments later,
“...ah.” whereafter he made for the direction she had headed off in, towards some old, abandoned structures at the far reaches of the Enclave’s present territory, keeping that bead on her while directing a sliver of focus to enhanced hearing, scanning for certain sounds - voices, organic and otherwise, and not coming from the direction of the current main settlement of the Enclave.
When he anchored on the familiar voice of one of his oldest friends, as his feet brought him closer to the structures, the words she spoke told him she wasn’t alone, and another unfamiliar voice (whose awkwardness he could hear from here) started to reply to her request. Coming close enough that the two were in clear line of sight, Viz dropped his focus and surveillance, and picked up the pace, arriving in close proximity within mere moments, kicking up a small amount of dust as he slowed, relaxing into a gentle pace for the last couple metres.
“Calm your nerves, ‘Just’,” He quipped, having caught the other guy’s name and gotten a good look at how he stood, and wrestled with the weight of yes, a beautiful woman in his field of view, giving him not just the time of day,
“She isn’t gonna try to ravish you with a harness on.”
The cheeky grin he directed at her, though, as she fiddled with the harness and rope, before he looked back to Justice.
“I’m Vizion Trozky, that’s…” he jerked a thumb back at the girl that just as easily made
his temperature spike for several reasons,
“...Briana Sal-Soren, my wandering friend who thought it’d be smart to climb alone.”
The particular voice of that one emphasised word wasn’t the guiding, gently admonishing one she caught from him sometimes, on the subject of not teasing wild animals. No, this was more… a lot of other things. Particularly that ‘
you could have gotten hurt’ thing. Or worse. He wandered over to her, holding out a hand for the hook.
“I'll make you a deal - I’ll help you get it placed,” she was a Jedi now, so it was no benefit to her to just do it all himself,
“if you give me your word that you’ll think things like this through, next time.”
These words were a much lower volume altogether, meant to be only between the two of them. There wasn’t usually other people around for such moments. Viz turned his head and looked towards the other guy.
“I know she asked for your help,” he spoke up again, and motioned for the other guy to come closer,
“and I think you can help, Just. So I’ll help only so far as getting the grappling hook going in the right direction. You two should be able to get it into place from there… I could just do it myself, but you both won’t learn anything from that.”
He hooked a thumb into the front trouser pocket on that side.
“So, either of you know anything about telekinesis? Levitation?”
Iris Arani
