Corvus Raaf
Adieu...
It was a routine trip to Tatooine. Corvus was enjoying the new-found freedom of being able to travel off-world by herself but with it came the inevitable requests to take something here or collect something from there.
And her trip to Mos Eisley was just that. The Order didn’t want a military presence to collect the datacron from Master Zehnder and suggested Corvus look over its contents during her journey back to Ossus – to give the Librarian a head start in deciding if the information contained was of any significance.
As she returned to her ship – her hood in its customary position covering her head, as was the way when Jedi were off-world and on business, she moved freely through the crowds. Street vendors chose not to bother her and people tended to giver her a wide-berth. It wasn’t as if there weren’t plenty of people on this planet that could have taken her on. It’s just for the majority of folks; a Jedi was someone to be respected or feared. Or both.
As she checked the Protector Class Corvette visually whilst she approached it – checking for any signs it wasn't the same as when she'd arrived only a few hours ago, she marvelled at its lines. She was a Corellian and always favoured ships from her own world – but [member="Camellia Swift"] had done the Jedi proud in commissioning this smaller variant of the Defender Class.
It was then that she noticed the boy. She smiled at herself. She was eighteen and was referring to someone probably older than her as a ‘boy.’ But he seemed a boy to her as he felt lost in some way. This to her was more important than the twin sabers he had clipped to his belt or the mask he wore. As she closed on the ship, so she moved into earshot of the ‘young man.’
“Is the mask to scare people off, or to hide behind?” Her voice was gentle. Not mocking, not accusatory – just inquisitive.
[member="The Void Hunter"]
And her trip to Mos Eisley was just that. The Order didn’t want a military presence to collect the datacron from Master Zehnder and suggested Corvus look over its contents during her journey back to Ossus – to give the Librarian a head start in deciding if the information contained was of any significance.
As she returned to her ship – her hood in its customary position covering her head, as was the way when Jedi were off-world and on business, she moved freely through the crowds. Street vendors chose not to bother her and people tended to giver her a wide-berth. It wasn’t as if there weren’t plenty of people on this planet that could have taken her on. It’s just for the majority of folks; a Jedi was someone to be respected or feared. Or both.
As she checked the Protector Class Corvette visually whilst she approached it – checking for any signs it wasn't the same as when she'd arrived only a few hours ago, she marvelled at its lines. She was a Corellian and always favoured ships from her own world – but [member="Camellia Swift"] had done the Jedi proud in commissioning this smaller variant of the Defender Class.
It was then that she noticed the boy. She smiled at herself. She was eighteen and was referring to someone probably older than her as a ‘boy.’ But he seemed a boy to her as he felt lost in some way. This to her was more important than the twin sabers he had clipped to his belt or the mask he wore. As she closed on the ship, so she moved into earshot of the ‘young man.’
“Is the mask to scare people off, or to hide behind?” Her voice was gentle. Not mocking, not accusatory – just inquisitive.
[member="The Void Hunter"]