Vahn Berand was surrounded by a small throng of Jedi and a few lay-persons of the Temple not too far off from where Alex (@Valen Pelora ) and Yvain (@Braden Drake ) were tending to the gathering. Mostly, he was surrounded by Jedi of the younger sort, padawans and newly minted knights.
“Okay so Jakku actually has a lot of canyons, so this trafficker bastard dove into one, probably trying to hide from me. Problem is he was trailing smoke, so you can imagine it wasn’t hard at all to follow him. And then there was the fact that there was a really big boom when his repulsors gave out and he hit the canyon floor," he said, miming the motion of two starfighters with his hands, thumbs and little fingers splayed to suggest wings.
“So I land just a little way down from him and just follow the plume of smoke expecting to have to track him down. But then when I get there the guy’s leg is ruined; just absolutely mangled. But get this, he’s got a blaster and he’s trying to look all scary propped up against the wreck of his ship.”
“So- Okay so get this, he lifts his other hand and in it is this like, metal object. He then says in this horrible tough guy voice; ‘I’ve got an overcharged Rhydonium detonator in my hand. I’ve pressed the trigger but if you start running now you might get out of the blast radius,” his imitation of the tough guy voice was, predictably, over the top and ridiculous.
Vahn couldn’t help but start laughing, waving his hands defensively.
“Sorry, sorry. Okay, so I just stare at him for a while in complete disbelief and then I say; ‘Sir. That’s a standard code-lock cylinder for your ship’s cargo bay. I have one too’ and then I reach in to my pocket and pulled one out as well,” He bit his lip, biting back a grin and a bout of mad laughter.
"Then he says 'Well you can't fault me for trying. Just don't tell the bounty marshall about this.'" Vahn shook his head slowly
"No can do, I say. I am telling every single person I know about how this went down. A code cylinder, really?"
Vahn bit down on his knuckle as he quietly laughed.
"So then what happened Master Berand?" A young voice chirped up, and Vahn looked down to see a young Padawan; human, still a boy but just now starting to grow like a beansprout.
"Please, just Vahn. But then he tried to pull his blaster up to try and get a shot off but I was close enough to just club him with the hilt of my lightsaber," he hefted the silver and black hilt, gesturing vaguely towards the ridged pommel of the weapon. "Right here. You could hear the crack echo up and down the canyon. It was great."
"The best part however is that when I got back to town, Arias was-" Vahn paused, his gaze distant. Arias. How long had it been now? Three years? Longer? Why couldn't he remember? His jaw set firmly before he gave a weak chuckle. "Actually that part actually isn't as good as I remember. A story for another time perhaps."
There was a frustrated muttering that spread throughout the small crowd, and Vahn looked panic stricken for a moment before adapting.
"So who wants to hear about how I dueled a Echani sword mistress, and in defeating her won her heart and admiration? Eh? Eh?" Vahn asked. He couldn't change the subject fast enough.
“Okay so Jakku actually has a lot of canyons, so this trafficker bastard dove into one, probably trying to hide from me. Problem is he was trailing smoke, so you can imagine it wasn’t hard at all to follow him. And then there was the fact that there was a really big boom when his repulsors gave out and he hit the canyon floor," he said, miming the motion of two starfighters with his hands, thumbs and little fingers splayed to suggest wings.
“So I land just a little way down from him and just follow the plume of smoke expecting to have to track him down. But then when I get there the guy’s leg is ruined; just absolutely mangled. But get this, he’s got a blaster and he’s trying to look all scary propped up against the wreck of his ship.”
“So- Okay so get this, he lifts his other hand and in it is this like, metal object. He then says in this horrible tough guy voice; ‘I’ve got an overcharged Rhydonium detonator in my hand. I’ve pressed the trigger but if you start running now you might get out of the blast radius,” his imitation of the tough guy voice was, predictably, over the top and ridiculous.
Vahn couldn’t help but start laughing, waving his hands defensively.
“Sorry, sorry. Okay, so I just stare at him for a while in complete disbelief and then I say; ‘Sir. That’s a standard code-lock cylinder for your ship’s cargo bay. I have one too’ and then I reach in to my pocket and pulled one out as well,” He bit his lip, biting back a grin and a bout of mad laughter.
"Then he says 'Well you can't fault me for trying. Just don't tell the bounty marshall about this.'" Vahn shook his head slowly
"No can do, I say. I am telling every single person I know about how this went down. A code cylinder, really?"
Vahn bit down on his knuckle as he quietly laughed.
"So then what happened Master Berand?" A young voice chirped up, and Vahn looked down to see a young Padawan; human, still a boy but just now starting to grow like a beansprout.
"Please, just Vahn. But then he tried to pull his blaster up to try and get a shot off but I was close enough to just club him with the hilt of my lightsaber," he hefted the silver and black hilt, gesturing vaguely towards the ridged pommel of the weapon. "Right here. You could hear the crack echo up and down the canyon. It was great."
"The best part however is that when I got back to town, Arias was-" Vahn paused, his gaze distant. Arias. How long had it been now? Three years? Longer? Why couldn't he remember? His jaw set firmly before he gave a weak chuckle. "Actually that part actually isn't as good as I remember. A story for another time perhaps."
There was a frustrated muttering that spread throughout the small crowd, and Vahn looked panic stricken for a moment before adapting.
"So who wants to hear about how I dueled a Echani sword mistress, and in defeating her won her heart and admiration? Eh? Eh?" Vahn asked. He couldn't change the subject fast enough.