But I Am Free

Actual spacer work was boring.
That much would've been clear very quickly. Drive from point a to point b, shipping wares to the clients as needed. It was just freighter work, and what the Bastion was built really to do. Mix that with the kids, stuck in the small apartment sized vessel, and it wasn't often there was a lot of fun to be had. And yet, Kahlil wouldn't have it any other way. Some time with the family just relaxing between offloading and onloading was what they both needed. Him and Valery.
They'd been too preoccupied with been Jedi otherwise.
But it wasn't all just family time between jobs. When he had the chance, he was writing. Recording his thoughts in a datapad. The idea he'd casually suggested over dinner, it was something he really wanted to think about more. There were other Jedi, obscure really, who'd done the same thing. But now he had a chance to really explore it. And once they settled down on yet another world, one of seemingly unending grass plains, he decided to try it out. With his old blaster now holstered on his hip and his lightsaber opposite, he just flashed a grin to his wife.
"You ready?"
