Moonlighter
Cato knew defeat when he saw it. He was stubborn, yes, especially in the face of danger, but rejection after rejection from countless would-be dates had given him an idea of when to cut his losses and move on.
And yeah, Voss was cool and all, but he also kind of got stabbed in the gut at Voss. Which, among other injuries, had left Cato in less than mint condition. Never one to waste time doing nothing (this is a lie), he had decided to take on some small-time work for the SJC to make up for his current setbacks. The most recent of which had taken him with a small group of others to Ahch-To, a planet rife with ancient Jedi history. A new cache of artifacts had been recovered during their time there, and were now being readied for transit back to the temple for further study. It would be an easy enough job to get back into things.
“Harth...”
…
“Harth!”
Cato swung around towards the voice, having been distracted for an indeterminate amount of time by his impromptu staring contest with a nearby porg. “What?! Yeah, I’m listening!” He gave a rock a halfhearted kick off the cliffside, meandering at less than a hustle over to the captain of the ship they had taken here.
“We’re about to load the last of this into the cargo hold. The Jedi Master over there told me to assign you to protecting it for the trip back to Commenor.”
“Uh, why me?”
“Cause she says you haven’t really done much else while you’ve been here.”
“That’s not… entirely true.”
“Look, you wanna take it up with her, that’s your business. I’m just the messenger.”
Cato peeked over from behind the man to see the aforementioned master giving him a glare that nearly rivaled his sister’s. “Alright, I get it... Can I take a porg back with me?”
“No.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes.”
“Fine, fine.” The knight slumped his shoulders in resignation, understanding yet despondent about his ability to be of much use right now. It wasn’t even as if his injury was inhibiting him from helping out, but his motivation seemed to have been thrown to the wind as well.
The captain, both cognizant of Cato’s sullen look and wholly uncomfortable with reassuring this man he had only just met, offered him an awkward pat on the shoulder, “Don’t think much of it kid. It’ll be easy, trip back is just a bit of a slog. Besides, you’re not the only knight who got stuck on guard duty...”
And yeah, Voss was cool and all, but he also kind of got stabbed in the gut at Voss. Which, among other injuries, had left Cato in less than mint condition. Never one to waste time doing nothing (this is a lie), he had decided to take on some small-time work for the SJC to make up for his current setbacks. The most recent of which had taken him with a small group of others to Ahch-To, a planet rife with ancient Jedi history. A new cache of artifacts had been recovered during their time there, and were now being readied for transit back to the temple for further study. It would be an easy enough job to get back into things.
“Harth...”
…
“Harth!”
Cato swung around towards the voice, having been distracted for an indeterminate amount of time by his impromptu staring contest with a nearby porg. “What?! Yeah, I’m listening!” He gave a rock a halfhearted kick off the cliffside, meandering at less than a hustle over to the captain of the ship they had taken here.
“We’re about to load the last of this into the cargo hold. The Jedi Master over there told me to assign you to protecting it for the trip back to Commenor.”
“Uh, why me?”
“Cause she says you haven’t really done much else while you’ve been here.”
“That’s not… entirely true.”
“Look, you wanna take it up with her, that’s your business. I’m just the messenger.”
Cato peeked over from behind the man to see the aforementioned master giving him a glare that nearly rivaled his sister’s. “Alright, I get it... Can I take a porg back with me?”
“No.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes.”
“Fine, fine.” The knight slumped his shoulders in resignation, understanding yet despondent about his ability to be of much use right now. It wasn’t even as if his injury was inhibiting him from helping out, but his motivation seemed to have been thrown to the wind as well.
The captain, both cognizant of Cato’s sullen look and wholly uncomfortable with reassuring this man he had only just met, offered him an awkward pat on the shoulder, “Don’t think much of it kid. It’ll be easy, trip back is just a bit of a slog. Besides, you’re not the only knight who got stuck on guard duty...”
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