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Time: A few days after the Battle of Onderon.
(No PVP -- Kill/Capture/Maim disabled)
Jenton was back in his ship. It was the one place he truly knew like the back of his hand. Now, though, even this was different. Everything was. Instead of being casual, the silence was penetrating. It only served as a heavy reminder of the events of the previous days. Jenton looked over to the copilot seat. It was empty, and he hadn't been expecting anything different. The sight still hurt, even if it wasn't a surprise. Waves of emotional fatigue rolled over him. He ran his hands down his face and went back to piloting the ship.
Now that he was physically rested up and in decent condition, Jenton had some loose ends to tie up. His first stop was Kashyyk, a mainly woodland planet that was inhabited primarily by wookies. It was were he had left Zawann. He could still sense that his former master was alive, but his confidence was failing. As he landed, all he could do was hope his instincts were right. He had written to his mentor several times, updating him on his life, so Zawann knew about Eris.
Jenton knocked on a door at the trunk of a tree. He heard footsteps scuttling inside, and the door opened. The woman looked at him, perplexed, before she seemed to recognize him. "Oh, it's you," She said.
"May I see Zawann?" He requested.
"Of course, come in, come in."
The lady led him in, and he ducked under the doorframe. Zawann, the aged Nautolan was sitting in a wheelchair. He turned around to face Jenton. Jenton looked down and sighed before taking a seat across from him. After a moment of silence and staring, he finally spoke.
"Kids are supposed to outlive their elders," He said, "That's how it's supposed to work--"
Zawann held up a hand to cut him off. "What happened, Son?"
Jenton looked up and met his superior's eyes. "They killed Eris," He said, his voice even, but cracking.
Zawann closed his eyes and drew in a deep breath. "I'm sorry, Jenton," He said.
Jenton didn't say anything for another moment. "I figured you'd be better at advising me in person," He said.
"What do you mean? Advise you on what,"
"I can't let the Sith go on...Any of them."
"Jenton...that's not the Jedi way...You know this."
"Neither is letting them kill indiscriminately," Jenton replied.
Zawann sighed. "What do you need from me?"
"Names, Locations, anything," Jenton told him.
Zawann looked around. "I'll send you everything I know in a hologram," He said.
Jenton nodded, thanked his former master, and turned around to leave. He wished them farewell as he left the cottage and returned to his ship.
Naboo -- Two hours later
The next stop was Naboo. A funeral was being held for Eris, and, since Jenton was Eris's only living relative--or as close as they came--he was expected to be at the preparations. He landed on the planet and met with the director.
"Jenton?" The man asked.
"Yes, sir," Jenton responded.
"Good, good," He said, "I need a favor, if you could,"
"Name it,"
"Tell me about your daughter,"
So, that's what Jenton did. He told the man about her personality and weird little mannerisms. He shared every memory he had of her, good and bad. It reached a point where he was just reminiscing out loud, but the funeral director didn't seem to notice or care. After Jenton was done, the man thanked him and let him walk away.
The funeral started a few hours later. Jenton searched for a familiar face in the crowd. There was no coffin, since they had found the body in such a mangled state they just buried it on Onderon, but the funeral was still here. It was only fitting, as she had been born on Naboo. All there was was a wall of flowers and pictures. Jenton stood next to it, watching the people. He couldn't bring himself to meet anyone's eyes, and when that was about to happen, he looked down immediately.
(No PVP -- Kill/Capture/Maim disabled)
Jenton was back in his ship. It was the one place he truly knew like the back of his hand. Now, though, even this was different. Everything was. Instead of being casual, the silence was penetrating. It only served as a heavy reminder of the events of the previous days. Jenton looked over to the copilot seat. It was empty, and he hadn't been expecting anything different. The sight still hurt, even if it wasn't a surprise. Waves of emotional fatigue rolled over him. He ran his hands down his face and went back to piloting the ship.
Now that he was physically rested up and in decent condition, Jenton had some loose ends to tie up. His first stop was Kashyyk, a mainly woodland planet that was inhabited primarily by wookies. It was were he had left Zawann. He could still sense that his former master was alive, but his confidence was failing. As he landed, all he could do was hope his instincts were right. He had written to his mentor several times, updating him on his life, so Zawann knew about Eris.
Jenton knocked on a door at the trunk of a tree. He heard footsteps scuttling inside, and the door opened. The woman looked at him, perplexed, before she seemed to recognize him. "Oh, it's you," She said.
"May I see Zawann?" He requested.
"Of course, come in, come in."
The lady led him in, and he ducked under the doorframe. Zawann, the aged Nautolan was sitting in a wheelchair. He turned around to face Jenton. Jenton looked down and sighed before taking a seat across from him. After a moment of silence and staring, he finally spoke.
"Kids are supposed to outlive their elders," He said, "That's how it's supposed to work--"
Zawann held up a hand to cut him off. "What happened, Son?"
Jenton looked up and met his superior's eyes. "They killed Eris," He said, his voice even, but cracking.
Zawann closed his eyes and drew in a deep breath. "I'm sorry, Jenton," He said.
Jenton didn't say anything for another moment. "I figured you'd be better at advising me in person," He said.
"What do you mean? Advise you on what,"
"I can't let the Sith go on...Any of them."
"Jenton...that's not the Jedi way...You know this."
"Neither is letting them kill indiscriminately," Jenton replied.
Zawann sighed. "What do you need from me?"
"Names, Locations, anything," Jenton told him.
Zawann looked around. "I'll send you everything I know in a hologram," He said.
Jenton nodded, thanked his former master, and turned around to leave. He wished them farewell as he left the cottage and returned to his ship.
Naboo -- Two hours later
The next stop was Naboo. A funeral was being held for Eris, and, since Jenton was Eris's only living relative--or as close as they came--he was expected to be at the preparations. He landed on the planet and met with the director.
"Jenton?" The man asked.
"Yes, sir," Jenton responded.
"Good, good," He said, "I need a favor, if you could,"
"Name it,"
"Tell me about your daughter,"
So, that's what Jenton did. He told the man about her personality and weird little mannerisms. He shared every memory he had of her, good and bad. It reached a point where he was just reminiscing out loud, but the funeral director didn't seem to notice or care. After Jenton was done, the man thanked him and let him walk away.
The funeral started a few hours later. Jenton searched for a familiar face in the crowd. There was no coffin, since they had found the body in such a mangled state they just buried it on Onderon, but the funeral was still here. It was only fitting, as she had been born on Naboo. All there was was a wall of flowers and pictures. Jenton stood next to it, watching the people. He couldn't bring himself to meet anyone's eyes, and when that was about to happen, he looked down immediately.
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