Meetra Surik (force_wound) wrote in thegalaxy, @ 2016-07-04 14:43:00 |
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Entry tags: | !locale: naboo, barsen'thor, meetra surik |
Who: Meetra Surik and Kestriel Vel Aath
What: Meetra meets with another Jedi, hopefully to get off NAboo and towards helping others
When: A few days after this conversation
Where: Naboo Spaceport, Near Kestriel's ship
Rating: TBD but not likely to be high
It wasn't that she didn't like the planet, she did, but there was something odd about it. Maybe she was reflecting her feelings of being displaced on it, but she didn't feel like she belonged here. Too peaceful, which didn't make any sense because Dantooine had been just the same. Maybe it as because she didn't do good with idle, and wanted to help. Maybe it was because she was under scrutiny, but if any old names from her history showed up with a helping hand she'd scrutinize them too. In the end she didn't know, but she was still happy to get a chance to speak to another Jedi, and to find her way off the planet and towards helping others. Prideful as it sounded, it did look like people could use her help.
So she waited at the spaceport, looking like any other that might linger in wait. The bag at her feet held the essentials, a spare change of clothes, her robes, a few blaster cartridges, and other things she figured she could use. Her saber was hidden on her, and the only thing on display were her blaster and the red armband. She looked like a drifter, not Jedi in hiding. She'd learned how to shed that, only show it when it was needed.
The ship, when it came, was as distinguishable as the Master had said it was. It was a few years older then the ones she'd known, but had enough similarities to them she could spot it. Bao-Dur would have told her what it was, but she only knew it was different. And it made her miss the Hawk. When it finished landing she rose from where she'd been sitting, but didn't approach. The bag stayed near her feet. She was already presuming and wouldn't push her luck. She'd wait to be approached.