- Joined
- Jun 26, 2018
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Though they were nowhere near the clouds of the Great Storm that ceaselessly raged above the mainland continent of Ellora, the skies were dull and grey as Austin Wolfe and Galahad Vult flew across the vast seas toward their destination. This time, however, the two Jedi Masters were not alone in their journey. Surprisingly, it was not Austin at the helm of his newly-acquired Argus-class Triage, but a D-0-C Medical Droid. "Approaching the coordinates now. Are you sure there is something out there, my companion?" The droid quipped to the rear of the ship. Austin rolled his eyes at the nickname the droid, 10-NT, had given him. "I will not tell you again, Tennant, it is Doctor Austin Wolfe, and I am not your companion." The droid did not skip a beat in his reply. "Nonsense!" he exclaimed, although not rudely. "I am the Doctor, and therefore that makes you my companion." Pursing his lips and shaking his head, Austin decided that the droid would not be convinced otherwise.
He looked over at his fellow Jedi Master, Galahad, who seemed to have enough trouble of his own with their fourth "passenger" aboard the Azarael. The Arkanian Dragon which the former Temple Guard had picked up from their expedition on Ojom was incredibly feisty. The "real" doctor nodded towards his friend. "He is going to cause some trouble when he grows larger."
"Indeed!" Tennant added from the cockpit. "Arkanian Dragons can live upwards of 250 Standard Years in favourable conditions, and their true sizes are quite unknown as they never cease growing. I speculate the dragon will be too big to board this vessel in —" he paused for a moment, audibly whirring as he calculated. "Approximately 1 year." Despite being a droid almost completely devoid of proper etiquette and a large language base, 10-NT was packed with information on other more useful things. From what he had told the Jedi Masters before, the men on Void Station had downloaded an immense amount of data about Arkanian Dragons onto 10-NT after stealing an egg from the icy planet. That was proving quite useful in raising Felwinter.
Austin got up from his seat, walking towards the cockpit and looking out of the viewport. What met his senses was not pleasant. As their ship rushed over the dark waves that roiled in the seas below, equally grey clouds billowed overhead. More than this, the Jedi Master could sense a growing darkness ahead. They had received a distress call from the newly-built Jedi Temple on Ellora. It was only active briefly, and Austin expected the worst. The shape of the island loomed on the horizon and grew larger as they approached.