Who: Calliope and Zekk Where: Zekk's home When: Early evening Rating: TBD? Status: Closed, In Progress
Zekk was less than pleased with the influence that the Dark Side seemed to be spreading over Cedar Ridge. He couldn't pinpoint the specifics, not like he'd been able to when the powerful force of Luke Skywalker's life dissipated, but the Light Side was losing it's battle here, leaving the neutral party, the balancing force as the Wardens called themselves, woefully unable to maintain that balance. Ren's Knights were powerful, and they had numbers. That alone left him in a tricky spot. Even if were to attempt to maintain balance, there was no way he'd be able to mount some kind of force against much of anything with numbers. He'd meditated. He'd even even busted out the twin lightsabers that were his constructed weapons of choice, making sure that his skills were up to par. He doubted the Dark Side would consider a single warrior of the Grey a threat, but he'd be damned if he'd make it easier on anyone by being rusty. Besides, it wasn't just his own life hanging in the balance now. It was Calliope's too.
But he was getting ahead of himself. There wasn't much of a fight brewing yet, though he'd certainly have to figure something out sooner rather than later. Fucking old man. Dying without preparing his apprentice for this particular brand of mediation bullshit. He was pretty sure this was what it felt like to work in customer service.
When he walked back into the house, the mage his lightsabers into the workshop where he usually left them just sitting around. Another good reason why he didn't have kids, really. He was sweaty from the workout but relieved of at least a little bit of his stress. When he entered the main area of the house, the part that was much less disorganized than his garage, Zekk looked around for Calliope. Speaking of stress relievers, she'd turned very much into someone who put his mind at ease and made him stop completely dwelling on the complicated nature of his job, a job he was regretting getting into more every day.
Still, it was a job he believed in doing, and, at the end of the day, at least he could say that.
"Calliope?" Zekk called, his eyes scanning the house for signs of her.