Jade collapsed there in his hands.
Echo sounded off behind him.
Irritably, Rex said, "I know, I know!" and left the her quarters in a rush, swearing loudly as he accidentally clipped his shoulder on the powered door frame on his way out.
Sitting at The Swift's console, Rex took a deep breath in...
That exact moment, the door to Jade's cabin powered open, and Rex walked in with a small tumbler of water and a damp cloth.
He frowned when he saw her. "No, no, no, no, no. You're not getting out of that bed." Rex set the water down on the utility trunk that served as her nightstand and took...
Echo dropped the kit ungracefully into the side of Rex's head. Clutching his ear in pain, he glared at the owl. Birds. I hate birds. He missed Night Eyes. Rex gave the owl a rude hand gesture before opening up the kit. There were a few anti-fever meds and a healthpack. He braced himself before...
What is happening?
"Alright, big tough Jedi." Rex bent down and scooped up Jade's frame in his arms. He carried her down The Swift's halls and set her gently down in her own cabin. Carefully, he pulled offer her shoes, slipping them down below her bunk. Then, he reached forward cautiously and...
"Jade!" Rex rushed to her side, pulling the Jedi's arm across his shoulders, hoisting her up to her feet, and leaning her against the wall. He had seen how taxing her abilities could be, constantly depending on the force rather than sight. But not like this. This was different. He held the back...
Not knowing how to break the awkwardness of the moment, Rex offered a hand forward to Jedi Jade had called "master."
"Rex. Rex Andarre. And you are...?"
Rex walked down The Swift's exit ramp and stood warily off behind Jade, staring at the Jedi stranger approaching them. It wasn't the stranger that bugged him. It wasn't even the fact that The Swift had it's first mechanical issues on the cruise here to Ilum. It was the sensation of not...
Rex offered Jade a hand and the two climbed into his very own space cruiser. Night eyes followed, lithe and relaxed finding a spot in the ship's galley and curling up next to his master. Rex sat at the helm and soaked in the moment. Then, flipping switches on the navigation board, he said...
Rex thought back to his classes as boy. Of all the planets it was only the Jedi planets he had bothered to remember.
"Illum. That's a Jedi planet right? Part of a Jedi's training. Are you sure I'll be welcome there?"
Rex spent the rest of the next day learning the comms and navigation system, watching tutorials on the on-board holo. He had seen both of the systems both before, though and was sure he knew enough to pilot.
The morning after, Rex found Jade in the galley. "I'm ready. Where do you want to go?"
Rex went on another bout of screaming and whooping, this time making everyone else not only curious, but nervous. This was a dream come true.
"I swear--I swear to you, Jade, I'll earn this. I've got plenty of cash to keep us fueled for as long as we need. I'll take you anywhere you wanna go...
Rex was dumbfounded. He dropped to his knees first, mouth open. Then he stood up and ran up and down the length of the ship shouting and hollering at the top of his lungs. Some of the maintenance workers on the docking port stopped their tasks and stood to watch the human literally jump and...
What is happening?
Rex should have been finding a crime boss with plenty of enemies and plenty of credits. Rex should have been going through a catalogue of ships being sold on-planet. Rex should have been shooting, stealing, running, cheating, fighting or dying--anything but what was happening...
Staring down at the broken hilt, Rex said solemnly, "His name was Jogao... My parents did him a favor and lost their lives for it..." Rex cleared his throat and slipped the hilt back into its place on his belt. "But that was a long time ago."
Rex took both hilts in his hands carefully, setting both down in front of him. He admired each of them separately, the seams, shape, the craftsmanship built so carefully into each hilt. Then he pulled out his own broken hilt, cracked and empty, the carbon scoring covering three quarters of it...