The Mentor
[member="Taeli Rae"]
Naboo. Josh hadn't been done in quite awhile. The Jedi Master had been quite busy since the last time he had left home. He had joined the Ession Reformation, joined their Republic alliance and went to war with the One Sith... For like, a minute. And then it folded. Just like that. Why did they have to wake him up when they were just going to fold within a month? So he traveled for a bit. Made some re-connections. Met some people who he hadn't seen in almost a year, and for some, a year even. Even then, he didn't make contact with a whole lot of bloody people. I guess when you aren't a Republic flunkie, you don't make a whole lot of friends, and your current "Friends" don't want much to do with you if you aren't willing to play ball.
Not that he'd left due to some crazy thing like betrayal or nothing. It was simply separate interests at the time. He didn't like the aggro-arsed direction they were going in at the time, and the aggro-Jedi that looked and acted more like Sith then anything pressuring him to vacate his Grandmaster position sure as hell didn't help. Still, even after he left, he was still a Jedi, why all the damned hostility? That was a question he couldn't answer. But alas, hoping to find solace, he had joined the Silver Jedi. Loosely affiliated until he was comfortable, of course, but at the very least, he could perhaps actually talk to his own kind, right? Well, while it wasn't much, it sure as hell beat being by myself all the time. It got kind of boring, actually.
So boring, that he'd taken a trip to Zeltros. Of course, living by yourself ostracized from society for so long, and only really going on self-made slave-liberation missions as well as random crime-busting missions like some kind of superhero made you rusty from missions that dealt with things such as... Oh, I don't know... Pheromones, maybe? Or perhaps Zeltros-specialty spiked drinks. He'd fallen victim to both for the first, and hopefully the last time, and had ended up in some kind of confrontation with Nimue... Something something. Empress Stormson, right? Force damn it all.
That had landed him in a hell of an awkward situation. They'd met afterword and had a falling out, and he'd assumed that'd be the end of it. Of course, when he returned to Effekt to try and mend ties to have Nimue as an ally, he hadn't expected her to get overzealous. Maybe a bit too overzealous. It was difficult to tell someone no when you were trying to make allies, after all, and he landed himself still in that awkward situation again. And where did that get him? Oh, nowhere special. Just having his DNA used in witchcraft to make Super Teen or some ape-poopy like that. Not that he knew about it. But as he and Nimue had for some reason not spoken in quite some time after the fact, he had safely assumed that the flingerdinger had ended and she'd lost her use for him. Fine with him, he supposed. It wasn't exactly something he wanted to remember.
Of course, it had succeeded in honing his senses again and putting him back in "Jedi Mode" so to speak. Perhaps something good came out of this after all then? Josh needed to get back on track as soon as possible, and making a costly mistake was just what did it. But today wasn't about that.
Today was homecoming.
Naboo was a beautiful planet. He was from here, why wouldn't he think that? But there was something about it, even before he knew during his amnesia period that this was home... Something that drew him in. Today, he'd decided to come home for the first time in months, and kick back and relax a bit after the long trip out. But first, he had decided to visit Naboo's cantina.
It was a decent place, even if they once in awhile got some... Rowdy types. The Jedi Master allowed himself a table in the corner, hood up... Brown robes on. Force signature hidden. With a drink in hand.
He didn't want to be a Jedi today. Just.... Josh DragonsFlame.
Naboo. Josh hadn't been done in quite awhile. The Jedi Master had been quite busy since the last time he had left home. He had joined the Ession Reformation, joined their Republic alliance and went to war with the One Sith... For like, a minute. And then it folded. Just like that. Why did they have to wake him up when they were just going to fold within a month? So he traveled for a bit. Made some re-connections. Met some people who he hadn't seen in almost a year, and for some, a year even. Even then, he didn't make contact with a whole lot of bloody people. I guess when you aren't a Republic flunkie, you don't make a whole lot of friends, and your current "Friends" don't want much to do with you if you aren't willing to play ball.
Not that he'd left due to some crazy thing like betrayal or nothing. It was simply separate interests at the time. He didn't like the aggro-arsed direction they were going in at the time, and the aggro-Jedi that looked and acted more like Sith then anything pressuring him to vacate his Grandmaster position sure as hell didn't help. Still, even after he left, he was still a Jedi, why all the damned hostility? That was a question he couldn't answer. But alas, hoping to find solace, he had joined the Silver Jedi. Loosely affiliated until he was comfortable, of course, but at the very least, he could perhaps actually talk to his own kind, right? Well, while it wasn't much, it sure as hell beat being by myself all the time. It got kind of boring, actually.
So boring, that he'd taken a trip to Zeltros. Of course, living by yourself ostracized from society for so long, and only really going on self-made slave-liberation missions as well as random crime-busting missions like some kind of superhero made you rusty from missions that dealt with things such as... Oh, I don't know... Pheromones, maybe? Or perhaps Zeltros-specialty spiked drinks. He'd fallen victim to both for the first, and hopefully the last time, and had ended up in some kind of confrontation with Nimue... Something something. Empress Stormson, right? Force damn it all.
That had landed him in a hell of an awkward situation. They'd met afterword and had a falling out, and he'd assumed that'd be the end of it. Of course, when he returned to Effekt to try and mend ties to have Nimue as an ally, he hadn't expected her to get overzealous. Maybe a bit too overzealous. It was difficult to tell someone no when you were trying to make allies, after all, and he landed himself still in that awkward situation again. And where did that get him? Oh, nowhere special. Just having his DNA used in witchcraft to make Super Teen or some ape-poopy like that. Not that he knew about it. But as he and Nimue had for some reason not spoken in quite some time after the fact, he had safely assumed that the flingerdinger had ended and she'd lost her use for him. Fine with him, he supposed. It wasn't exactly something he wanted to remember.
Of course, it had succeeded in honing his senses again and putting him back in "Jedi Mode" so to speak. Perhaps something good came out of this after all then? Josh needed to get back on track as soon as possible, and making a costly mistake was just what did it. But today wasn't about that.
Today was homecoming.
Naboo was a beautiful planet. He was from here, why wouldn't he think that? But there was something about it, even before he knew during his amnesia period that this was home... Something that drew him in. Today, he'd decided to come home for the first time in months, and kick back and relax a bit after the long trip out. But first, he had decided to visit Naboo's cantina.
It was a decent place, even if they once in awhile got some... Rowdy types. The Jedi Master allowed himself a table in the corner, hood up... Brown robes on. Force signature hidden. With a drink in hand.
He didn't want to be a Jedi today. Just.... Josh DragonsFlame.
