The Republic Freighter idled across the landscape of Dantooine towards the rebuilt academy. It slowed gently as it arrived at the docking bay and thudded to a fairly ungracious landing. As it jerked, the sole living occupant sat bolt upright in a bunk fo the starboard dormitory. He clutched his chest and coughed. He twisted his legs round and pulled his boots on, wondering who had undressed him. And then it all came flooding back. The mission to Nar Shadaa; his master dead; the strange assailant and he had almost been blown to bits by a fragmentation grenade. He wearily stood, still wounded, pulling on his undershirt and remembering being dragged in here by T4-N3, his master's utility droid; his utility droid now. He picked up his dark brown tunic and black overvest, tying them at the hip. His outift was completed by his black leather belt, now with his master's lightsaber clipped to it, as he realised, looking at the shattered remains of his own, that it was truly beyond repair - for all the work it would take him it would be quicker to build a new one. He could use his master's for now anyway, he though. He walked to the boarding ramp, patting T4 gently on the "head" as he came up to him.
The ramp lowered and Valin Way, who should by all accounts be splattered across an alley on Nar Shadaa, who was even listed as thought to be dead even by the council, walked down into the academy.
The ramp lowered and Valin Way, who should by all accounts be splattered across an alley on Nar Shadaa, who was even listed as thought to be dead even by the council, walked down into the academy.