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Arbra, Sundown;
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Khivas sat there in his makeshift quarters compiling his gear, restocked fresh thanks to the Rebels he had encountered on Naboo, giving him fresh supplies as a way of thanks and a parting gift. His armor was pretty badly damaged, but since things had finally quieted down somewhat, or least quieted down in terms of being shot at and Sith Lords trying to murder you, Khivas was allowed a moment's respite to get a few things out the way.
Chief among those had already been met, which was him following and then agreeing to a formal apprenticeship to the Jedi Knight Rane Vastra, allowing Khivas to finally finish his formal training and become a Jedi Knight as he felt was his destiny. Now it was time to relax a bit, and more importantly send out a message to his closest friend and ally, a Sith Jedi Hunter turned Jedi, Rakkir Shu'Ro, and tell him to bring him and Khivas' ship to Arbra. Khivas had every intention on getting his friend officially introduced to the Jedi Order, getting him trained up as well, and together form a team, a crew of sorts for missions and plans in the future to aid the Rebellion and the Jedi Order, something Khivas had been considering doing for some time. But of course first thing's first, and with that mentality he went over to the comm relay station the Jedi had set up on Arbra and sent out a transmission to his ship's coded frequency, alerting Rakkir to Khivas' position and get there with as much haste as a starved Nexu chasing a wounded prey.
Moving away from the console, Khivas nodded and thanked the communications officer for allowing him to use the panel in the first place, and headed back to his quarters, where he would sit and away word that his friend had arrived, and from there they'd go on and continue with their lives.
Too long he had waited for this, all of this. Finding the Rebels, meeting other Jedi, finally forming up to really fight back against the onslaught of the Sith Imperium. A good day was dawning on Khivas, a day he would seize for himself.
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Khivas sat there in his makeshift quarters compiling his gear, restocked fresh thanks to the Rebels he had encountered on Naboo, giving him fresh supplies as a way of thanks and a parting gift. His armor was pretty badly damaged, but since things had finally quieted down somewhat, or least quieted down in terms of being shot at and Sith Lords trying to murder you, Khivas was allowed a moment's respite to get a few things out the way.
Chief among those had already been met, which was him following and then agreeing to a formal apprenticeship to the Jedi Knight Rane Vastra, allowing Khivas to finally finish his formal training and become a Jedi Knight as he felt was his destiny. Now it was time to relax a bit, and more importantly send out a message to his closest friend and ally, a Sith Jedi Hunter turned Jedi, Rakkir Shu'Ro, and tell him to bring him and Khivas' ship to Arbra. Khivas had every intention on getting his friend officially introduced to the Jedi Order, getting him trained up as well, and together form a team, a crew of sorts for missions and plans in the future to aid the Rebellion and the Jedi Order, something Khivas had been considering doing for some time. But of course first thing's first, and with that mentality he went over to the comm relay station the Jedi had set up on Arbra and sent out a transmission to his ship's coded frequency, alerting Rakkir to Khivas' position and get there with as much haste as a starved Nexu chasing a wounded prey.
Moving away from the console, Khivas nodded and thanked the communications officer for allowing him to use the panel in the first place, and headed back to his quarters, where he would sit and away word that his friend had arrived, and from there they'd go on and continue with their lives.
Too long he had waited for this, all of this. Finding the Rebels, meeting other Jedi, finally forming up to really fight back against the onslaught of the Sith Imperium. A good day was dawning on Khivas, a day he would seize for himself.