Private This Old Saber (Rebel Edition)

[Kaelen Varrin]

With a bit of digging, he had located someone who might just have the skills Kaelen was seeking. It was all well and good to be out fighting the good fight, sticking up for the little man. But he could do so much more if he had a functional weapon besides a blaster. Even if he learned the Force, assuming he found a teacher or an Order, he still needed a lightsaber. And ever since he had found that old footlocker with all his grandfather's things, he had been obsessed with seeing what could be done to restore the lightsaber found within it. It had to be something internal, and likely highly technical. Most weapons experts he knew didn't really touch lightsabers, and even a few who knew a couple of bits about them had said the one he had was beyond their minimal skills.

So the ledger of people Julius knew he went. Several people were busts. One, a 'Ran Serys' was notated as being "Largely unknown. Good mind. Good heart, in the right place. " and went on to a few other summaries. But in the margins of that entry, a scrawled note saying something about 'weapons management' was hastily added, likely some time later than the original. So, with some digging and bribes, he had located where this other Jedi was, and had started his way towards there.

Julius had said she was good, and one of the cramped notes had noted "Green Jedi", which Kaelen had come to understand meant that the woman was a Corellian Jedi, and that was enough for him.

Walking up to the door of what should be the place where Ran was at, the young man knocked. He hadn't really dressed too fancy, just a corellian longcoat, typical spacer's gear, but he had taken to wearing a Corellian Jedi Credit around his neck from his grandfather's belongings, outside his shirt, and this time he wasn't hiding the broken lightsaber or his bespoke blaster. No need to, he figured. But fixed on his face was his most disarming, charming grin.

Well let's hope the old man was right...

Ran Serys

 

[Ran Serys]

Location: The Ruined Home of the Family Unil - Ularune, Mirial.
Tags: Kaelen Varrin

Upon hearing a knock on the door of her once abandoned ancestral family home, Ran Serys, Jedi Knight jumped with a start. The sizable but ruined, earthen shelter was located on the outskirts of an already remote village, and the sun was on its way down over the Mirialan sky. It was less than the ideal time for civilized visitors, yet even so Ran's Jedi senses felt no danger. Once she composed herself, she made her way through the courtyard and answered the visitor's call.

The wooden, gate-like door opened inward and revealed to her a human man. At a glance Ran might've found his appearance average for a human, but she never glanced when she saw an unfamiliar face. She saw more than others would. She saw a hardened man, rugged, and experienced, wiry like a steel cable, and maybe even a bit wily, but the verdict was out on the latter. More than anything she noticed the lightsaber that hung from his belt. Unlike the man, the Jedi weapon looked familiar, at least in the little light left. Her gaze lingered on it.

To him, Ran would be revealed. Tall like the fabled Amazons of so many creature myths, and muscular like them too. Her green skin showed through her scantily clad take on the robes of a Jedi, while her sunken, glowing eyes gave her an unsettling look of intensity. Her gold accessories would shine as they were touched by the final rays of sunlight this rotation, as would the lightsaber that hung from her own hip.

Through the confusion of meeting a stranger on her doorstep, Ran met the man's smile with one of her own. "Can I help you with something, traveler?" She asked plainly, avoiding the word Jedi. Not everyone who carried a lightsaber was one. And while she didn't know whether or not the man was a Jedi, she knew that if the man wanted some of her time, he'd need a good reason for it.

 

[Kaelen Varrin]

"Well, you might be able to... Are you, Ran Serys? I'm Kaelen... I found some notes about you in my grandfather's journals... He was a Jedi... Of sorts... And... Well... He made a note about you and weapons? His lightsaber is... Less than operational... Though, from what I know of Julius, it could be he just spilled a bit of whiskey on it while it was turned on... And, he also said you were a Green Jedi, which... Well... Now I'm wondering how much of my snark is Sedaire familial lineage..."

The words were a bit scattered. Technically, formally, this was his first seeking of a Jedi where it wasn't just conversation. He was coming to Ran as somewhat of a fellow Force User, maybe even a fellow Jedi... It was not his normal arena, and somehow his polished quips and sarcasm seemed... Uncouth... At least at the moment. He wasn't per se tense, but he was far from relaxed. The woman was not at all what he had been expecting on any level, and it somewhat threw him for a loop. But, regardless... This was where he was, and this was his best step forward...

"I am not really one of you... Not yet... But... This seems like a good first step. And you were one of the ones Julius spoke highly of, besides the Starchaser's and some man called Jorus..."

Ran Serys