Memento Mori

[Jiang Winters]

"Every molecule?"

Delun chuckled mirthfully, and offered Ebberla a gentle smile.

"Dunno if I like the sound of that, ma'am."

He walked towards the holoprojector once she'd beckoned for him, and moved to stand by her side. Once again, the towering being dwarfed the poor woman and cast her in his shadow. But as she'd doubtless seen so far, there was nothing to fear from Delun despite his wicked claws, razor fangs, and imposing physique.

His artificial eyes focused closely on the projection as Ebberla pointed out different bits of coding. He didn't understand most of what she was trying to explain. He was a master of firearms, powered armor, and technology; he left fiddly things like genetics up to his shipboard AI. Dex was so much more comfortable mucking about with genomes and markers and what-have-you. Delun, on the other hand, was out of his element plain and simple. Still, he tried his best to understand. It wouldn't do him any good to stick his fingers in his ears and ignore potentially useful information.

"A seventy percent match... So that's unusual? Hm. Interesting, I guess," he mumbled to himself. The feline's ears perked and he narrowed his eyes slightly, more intently studying the data for all of a moment before Daw noted that he could gain a copy for his own use. He glanced down at her and nodded once, smiling faintly. "Yeah, I think I'd like that. Thank you," he stated.

His attention returned to the projector. "This all answers a couple questions, but not the big ones. I know part of who I am now - I'm Daisuke's brother. What I don't know is... Well, who am I? Where'd I come from? Do I have any family out there, any friends or loved ones? There's a lot I don't know, and a lot of bad memories still. Then there's this bit with the Force, and how I can access it at will but sometimes it just builds up and unleashes itself, and..."

Delun's voice trailed off and his smile thinned. "Well," he continued, voice softening, "It's just sort of all a mess, Ebberla. Still, you've answered a big question. Thank you."

Once again, his bright blue eyes, glowing e'er so slightly, turned back to Ebberla Daw. He opened his maw, but closed it a split-second later for lack of anything to say. He had no more questions, no concerns, no curiosities; all he needed now was guidance, but he had a feeling that he'd be better served doing his duties for the Temple before he went about finding help for his PTSD and his myriad force problems. Besides, he was mostly in control; the chances of blasting a group of padawans into a lake with a panic-induced telekinetic shockwave was slim to nil!

Then again, that's what he'd told himself at the last coffehouse he'd gone into, and he'd flattened the place the moment his hackles raised. He sighed quietly, and chuckled at himself. "Oh, but I'm an insurance agent's worst nightmare," he mused, trying his best not to smile at the thought.

 

[GABA]

She could feel the feline lost in her explanation and she left it where she stopped, she wouldn't confuse Delun any further. He agreed as she predicted that he would like a copy of the data and the Sage Master begun typing, relaying a message back to the medical lab so Delun could retrieve his own copy. Ebb smiled to Delun's gratitude.

"You're welcome." the young woman responded, "All questions find their answers with time, and I know if you continue forth to search for these answers, they will come." she explained, her fingers fiddling with buttons until she found the off switch to the holo-porjector. "But if you ever need help, just come find me," she tilted her head in thought, thinking hard about what she just said, "Or, send someone to find me." she added knowing very well she was never in the same spot for very long, nor never in the spots where she said she would be.

"If you stop in the medical halls in a few hours they should have this information for you to take and I'll let security know about your ship." the Sage Master explained, "Otherwise if there is nothing else, you are dismissed. I'll be looking forward to seeing that gazebo completed."

 

[Jiang Winters]

Delun's smile returned after Ebberla had finished speaking. He was glad to have her there - he was short on friends as it was, and he was relieved to know that he had someone to turn to. He had a feeling they'd see each other again, sooner or later; there was no doubt in his mind that he'd have questions only a Jedi could answer, and much as he liked Christian Noble, Daw's presence was far gentler and more soothing than Noble's.

Despite that, he was still a little stressed from his encounter with the GA troops, and he was still attempting to piece together coherent questions. Much as he'd enjoy staying near Daw, he knew he needed to pick up his genetics results, place an order for timber and tools, and get to work on the Gazebo. He took great pride and joy in the arts of wood and metal working, and found himself at peace whenever he had a little labor to tend to. It'd be good for him if he could spend a little time working; it'd allow him to burn off stress and put his mind at ease. Perhaps he'd even be able to find a friend to cling to - he doubted Ebberla wanted a gigantic cat chasing her apron-strings for the duration of his stay at the temple, and he'd feel guilty for doing so! It was obvious she held a position of some importance, and he didn't particularly want to waste her time by incessantly appearing... Though he wouldn't feel bad in the slightest about bringing questions to her! She'd offered help, after all.

He gave her a brisk nod of his head, and spoke. "I'll be sure to stop by the medical ward, and if I run into trouble, I'll come find you."

The gentle giant turned on his heel, and made for the door. He paused just at the entrance to her office, and turned slightly to look back to her. "And, again, thank you. I don't usually have anyone I can ask for help, so... This means a lot to me, Ebberla. I'm grateful for your help, and for letting me undo the damage I've caused. I won't make you regret your decision, I promise."

Offering one final, broad smile, the feline dipped his head in a show of respect, then slipped from her office. It was time to place an order for timber and tools, find a place to settle in, and then set to work on the gazebo once his supplies had arrived. After that, food, rest, and a few hours poring over whatever resources he could get from the Archives. Everything else could wait 'till morning.