“… and another thing, Tionson, if you think I’m just going to let you take those shuttles without seeing how far you’ve improved you’re piloting skills you’re in for a rude awakening!”
This was bullshit!
He was a Master of the Jedi Order and yet here he was, getting a dressing down from the Jedi Master responsible for the maintenance of their meagre fleet of shuttles. Master Belatan was a cranky Zeltron (which was an odd mix to be sure) and he ran his hangers as though they were his own personal fiefdom. Padawans knew well enough to be afraid of the Master as there were stories about him drumming people out of the Order for leaving some power converters just laying around and not in the correct storage areas.
Which was why it was even more bullshit.
He was getting dressed down for coming to the Master and requesting a complement of the shuttles to be assigned to a different area of the Order. Sure, he was taking ships from the other man’s hangers but it was for the good of the Order. Wasn’t like he was some cocky knight going joyriding in a shuttle they’d found the activation keys for.
“Master Belatan, the ships will not even be piloted by myself.” He explained, trying his best to not become increasingly exasperated, “We’ve secured the services of pilots much better than myself or most other Jedi.”
The hanger Master glared at him.
Max bristled at the naked insult and questioning of his character. Master Belatan seemed to recognize that he had stepped over the line but he was far too stubborn to actually do anything like apologise. Or drop it.
There was a pause.
“Alright so they’re good but I’m not letting you take a single shuttle without proving you know how to fly them. That’s always been the case.”
It was a rule made up so that PADAWANS couldn’t check out a shuttle before they were ready to be flying them. But because Max had done his own testing BEFORE BELATAN WAS EVEN A PADAWAN it apparently didn’t count. Likely only because Belatan hadn’t seen it himself. He rubbed at his face with his free hand.
“… is that anyone else who needs brushing up on their piloting skills? I’m not wasting fuel and time if there’s just me.”
Talak was on Ajan Kloss to find clarity. At least that was why he had come here, but now he was capitalizing on what he could from the facilities. Training rooms with dueling droids and the like were a useful tool and offered a lot more room than anything he had aboard the Nomad. So being here on Ajan Kloss had been an overall growing experience.
He'd made his way back to the hangar, receiving even more nasty looks from the dockmaster for parking the Nomad in "my space," but the man had finally relented because at the end of the day, the hangar was for Jedi and Talak didn't care if the man didn't like that Talak owned a ship. Jedi weren't supposed to be this obnoxious, but what Talak was beginning to learn was that Jedi were nowhere near as "cookie cutter" as people portrayed them to be. They were full of good and sometimes even bad.
His return to the Nomad was punctuated by the sound of discord. He could feel something in the Force that hardly exuded peace and serenity. He was guessing it was the result of that obnoxious Zeltron who was stomping away from Max.
Talak quirked an eyebrow and then made his way over to stand next to the Jedi Master.
He doesn't... own the ships, he said quietly. He would let the other Jedi draw his own conclusions about where that line of thought might go. Suffice it to say, Talak was unconvinced the man had the actual right to deny a fellow Jedi Master the right to use the shuttles for an approved operation.
Searching for inner peace meant he could NOT kick the other Master's arse from here to Endor.
... maybe if he repeated that a few more times in his mind it would sink in a little bit better because it still seemed like a viable option in the moment. He grasped his frustration and tried to release it, both into the Force and also in a large exhale of air that was absolutely NOT a loud sigh, no matter what anyone else said about it. Rubbing at his beard, Max went about considering how he would pass the trial set by the other Master when Talak made himself known.
He hadn't exactly been sneaking but he hadn't announced his presence before so Max made a show of looking shocked that the other man had arrived.
"Talak - good gods man, don't be stalking me from my blind side!"
Talak had approached from the side he still had an eye on but that didn't fit the part of the 'old gentle Master' joke he was trying to build. He grinned a little bit before humming a little bit as he actually listened to Talak's point. Scratching at his beard idly, he hummed as though in thought.
"Indeed, he does not. The Jedi Order frowns on such arrogant hording of Order assets." he agreed as though this whole thing were just a thought exercise, "While he does not own the ships, he does have some of their access codes. Though I know where he keeps them - for security purposes of course. Wouldn't want anyone sneaky to sneak on into the second door from the left in his office, avoiding the laser tripwire he has wired up to an alarm on his datapad, and jimmy the lock-tech lock he had on the cabinet; all the whole someone acting as an accomplice distracts him."
He pulled a stray, slightly too-long, hair from his beard, glad he had finally gotten rid of the rogue hair that had been ruining his look.
"Would serve him well as a lesson about the dangers of possessiveness and arrogance I'd say."
By the time that he was next to the Jedi Master, he was munching on a small bag of peanuts that he'd pulled from the break room earlier. He was just looking ahead at the shuttles with a devilish smirk on his face and a humored snort at the Jedi playing off his "blind side."
I'm making a list: see how many Jedi Masters I can sneak up on, he said, totally deadpan and not breaking his eyes away from the ship. Oh yes, his mind was spinning now, and he liked where Max's mind was at. Yes, he was picking up on Talak's implications.
Access codes. Yes, it would be a shame if those were to mysteriously vanish, he said, continuing to munch on his peanuts.
On a totally unrelated note, I think I forgot my... other bag of peanuts on the second floor, he said, finally glancing over to the other Jedi.
Good to see you again, he said, raising his eyebrows and heading off to find some more "snacks." @Nefieslab
That was... impressive deadpan actually. To the point that he was actually rather interested in what kind of reactions Oren and Hannibal would have at being snuck up on by Talak. It was an amusing thought even if Hannibal would likely go full insufferable mode as a defensive mechanism so he'd never have to admit to having been caught off guard. Or, dare he say it, surprised. It would have been fun though but it was, at best, a thought for another time.
"Can't forget your peanuts Talak, they're a good source of healthy fats." he agreed with a serious-looking nod, "While you remedy that I believe I shall go and apologize to Master Belatan over there by the fuel stockpile."
He nodded as though bidding Talak goodbye before striding across the hanger toward Belatan. Honestly, he wasn't sure how he was going to play it even as he approached. Option one was to play up the idea that he was 'oh so very sorry' but option two was to basically just start up the fight again.
As satisfying as starting the fight again might feel in the short term, the sight of two Jedi Masters having an argument would be bad for any Padawans or young Knights to walk in on. Jedi Masters should be seen as an ideal to strive to and even if Belatan was a very bad example of it, that didn't mean that Max had to be as big a dick as that guy.
"Master Belatan." he called out with both hands raised as the Zeltron turned to him, already rather annoyed, "I just wanted to make sure we cleared the air between the two of us. Having two Jedi Masters at odds with each other doesn't help anyone."
"Yes, you were rather rude."
Oh this asshat... Max didn't let his expression change, safe in the knowledge that the guy was going to be getting his sooner rather than later.
"Indeed, I was being rather difficult." he admitted, his agreement seemingly catching Belatan off guard, "Would you mind giving me some instructions on the fuel types and processes for the shuttles?"
Maybe Max wasn't too bad. After all, it seemed that - Jedi Master or no - he was willing to get up to a little mischief. He supposed it went right along with Talak's thought earlier: Jedi were far more of people than simply being a sect.
Popping the remainder of his peanuts in his mouth, Talak crunched up the wrapper and tossed it in a waste bin nearby. Be a shame if someone stumbled into that obnoxious Zeltron's office, he thought. That guy was a Jedi Master? He flicked his eyes up into an exasperated roll, though there was no one else there to see it.
He made it to the second floor a few moments later. Why did this guy have such an intense security system in his office? He caught the thought a moment later, realizing that he really wasn't the person to be criticizing someone else's paranoia, but... at least Talak actually had a reason. He had a feeling this guy just did it because he was petty.
He shook the thought from his mind as he came to the office door, stopping in front of it and frowning. Oh, yes, this was what he was good at: breaking and entering.
Trip wire, don't want to open the door, he thought, eyes scanning over the door. No, scratch that, ceiling recess, no swing, he continued his evaluation. He glanced up and down the hall, spotting no one but a pair of younglings at the far end of the hall, laughing, walking the other direction, and not paying any particular attention to him.
Hm, he thought to himself, reaching into his belt and pulling out his grappling hook. He pried away part of the access panel with one of the prongs, something he'd done a thousand times and quickly reworked some of the wiring before the door sprung open only seconds later.
In the hangar, Belatan's head moved back slightly, almost taken aback by the question.
I would have expected you to know that before even coming into the hangar, he said with an annoyed shake of his head.
Well, we have to go to my office to get you all the proper manuals. You'll need to be proficient with all of them before taking the shuttles out, he said, starting to march off toward his office unless Max stopped him. @Nefieslab
So this was the temple's hanger! And to think that every time she had made a supply run to Ajan Kloss she had been landing the Rim Hopper in a clearing out in the woods, seemingly much to the annoyance of the Zelton Jedi Knight, - though Kori seemed too polite to actually declare the cause of her irritation was because, the fiery haired spacer continually landed on the Knight's favourite mediation spot. The hangers location was certainly something that she was going to have to remember in future, would definitely make lugging the various crates of supplies she had accumulated for the Jedi during her travels much easer.
Sticking out like a sore thumb against the various robed figures who were working on the various shuttles and light transport craft that were docked within the temple's hanger, the former Padawan clad in her usual unkempt spacer garb and bright industrial yellow plated cybernetics paced her way through the hanger, her gaze flitting side to side as she regarded all the various ships that were sitting, all arranged neatly in their respective bays. A slight grin crossing her features, as the thought 'whoever's in charge must be more anal than a Muun accountant' flashed through her mind.
Clicking her tongue in her mouth, the fiery haired spacer came to a standstill in the middle of the hanger, her brow furrowing as she looked around the hanger, trying to catch sight of the Jedi master she had been told to seek out. The only common description was that he was rather surly and grumpy, you would think that finding a grumpy Jedi would be easy, but here she was wondering aimlessly through the Order's hanger, with a container full of parts slung over her cybernetic shoulder.
Her gaze fell upon the sight of two Jedi talking to each other, cocking her head to the side the Fiery haired spacer could swear she had seen one of the two before. As she drew closer, Eisa was sure that had seen the One eyed Jedi before, it was during the meeting that Kori had called to discuss her intentions to take proactive steps towards dealing with the Sith that had started to creep out of the wood work.
"Oi Oi" Eisa spoke out as she waved towards the Jedi Master she had recognised. "I'm Looking for this Master Belatan guy Got some repulsor coil capacitors was told he would be interested in?" she continued as she gestured towards the container she was lugging with her free hand. "Ya two ain't seem him about have you?"
Why was having a conversation with Belatan so bloody difficult? It was like the other man went out of his way to be more irritating than sand in the workings of a lightsaber. Already he was getting the urge to shake the man like he was a rattle and just get things right after rattling his brain around for a few hours.
"I know enough to fly around but you're the supposed master of this field - are you trying to tell me you don't know without looking up the manuals?" he hummed, pretending to be thinking about it as he insulted the man's dedication to his chosen field, "Maybe I shouldn't actually ask you for anything Belatan, maybe just looking it up online is the same thing. Better even."
At least then he didn't need to actually talk to the man.
Belatan took the bait because his pride refused to let him let it go. Instead of just shrugging it off like a Jedi should do, Belatan was letting his emotions get the better of him. He spun around with real anger in his eyes and Max had to worry for a second that he was going to get into a fight. Max would be lying to himself if he thought that laying the asshat out with a punch didn't sound supremely satisfying.
"You have a funny way of apologizing, Tionson. They teach you to be this crass when you were a dirty cop on some Hutt-spit planet?"
Oh they weree up to this bit huh? Insulting the hometown/planet was only a few steps removed from insulting someone's mother. And insinuating that a cop was dirty...? Well he didn't feel like he needed to explain why that was a trigger issue for him. Still, he exhaled sharply through his nose, letting some of the sudden anger drain from him as he held the glare that Belatan sent his way.
Then someone came as a good distraction.
"Master Belatan is busy being a jackass right now - maybe I can show you a place nearby that'll pay more for that stuff."
Talak replaced the lock controls and stood looking at the room. He leaned forward and slipped his grapple back into his belt and threw two more glances up and down the hallways before looking over the room. No signs of the tripwire, but that wasn't shocking.
He slipped off his boots and leapt across the room, landing atop the desk within rather than the floor. He ran his hands along the underside of the desk and found the control, deactivating the security with a satisfied hum.
He used the Force to both pull his boots to himself and close the door all at once. He hopped on one foot over to the cabinet while slipping his boots back on and stood in front of it, assuming it was the one with the desired codes.
He ran his hands along the sides of the cabinet, looking for anything of use but finding nothing. No special security devices, locks, or anything of the sort.
Good old punch code, he muttered before going through a very similar process as he did with the security door outside. Digital lockslicing was a necessary tool for any assassin.
He glanced at the inner workings with a frown. He recognized similar things from the past.
Forty five seconds, he muttered and went to work. Just shy of a minute, the cabinet popped open and Talak rummaged through the codes, pocketing them and putting everything back in place before heading out of the office.
Good as new, he muttered, grabbing another two bags of peanuts on his way back downstairs, satisfyingly munching away by the time he reached Max again.
Now there was another woman who he didn't recognize with the two masters and he walked up, popping some snacks in his mouth.
Peanuts? he asked, extending the small, travel-size bag of peanuts out to the group.
A wide grin curled at the edge of her lips as the one eyed of the two Jedi turned and spoke to her, referring to the Jedi Master she was looking for as a jackass. A chuckle passing her lips initially before it developed into a laugh, she certainly liked this Jedi! Solely due to the fact that he clearly didn't mince his words, unlike some of the Jedi she had grown up with.
"Nah I ain't looking for credits for this lot" The fiery haired spacer responded as she lightly waved her free hand, dismissing the offer to find somewhere that paid better, after she had regained her composure. "Usually just leave the spare cargo that builds up in the holds, that is of use to Temple with Purps...." She continued before pausing momentarily as she caught sight of the Surly look shot at her from the Zeltron Jedi Master. "... Kori.. But she's still on Bracca... I think, but won't say no to a few canis of Rhydonium if there's any going spare to top up the ol girl" she added with a slight shrug, before sliding the container off her shoulder and setting it down on the ground.
Her attention turning to the side as another approached the formerly bickering Jedi, a bemused expression crossing her features as she looked over the new arrival, her emerald gaze focusing on the bag of peanuts being casually picked at and then offered to the group. Politely shaking her head to decline the offer, the Spacer couldn't help but wonder just how, yet alone when in the Kriff did the Jedi become so laid back? Openly slagging off a Jedi Master, presumably in front of him - judging by the still pulsing vein on the zeltron's forehead, or casually wondering around the temple snacking on peanuts. Not that the Spacer was going to complain, it was somewhat refreshing to see Jedi within the Temple who weren't as up tight as the ones she recalled growing up around.
Max and Belatan weren't far off exchanging blows and everyone involved knew it. Probably why the Force chose that moment for Talak to return so as to avoid that. Spotting the other Jedi out of the corner of his eye, he scoffed and turned away from Belatan.
"I'm sure Kori will be happy to know you dropped by." he told the newcomer, "I'm sure Belatan can help you find a place for it all."
The Zeltron master puffed himself up.
"It's Master Belatan!"
He had been mostly playing up his annoyance and anger for the entire purpose of getting his attention on him and not Talak. Belatan? Belatan had no excuse. The man was a mix of pride, pettiness and anger almost from the get-go with very little in the way of prompting.
"We'll see if it remains that way." he shot back over his shoulder, "Anger, pettiness and pride are unbecoming of a Jedi Master."
He went to storm off but paused beside Talak and held out a hand.
"They're not honey roasted are they? I love those ones."
Belatan growled and left for his office with a petulant air about him.
"... no but seriously, do you have honey roasted?"
Talak kept happily munching on his peanuts, shrugging as the woman declined the offer. He wasn't normally this... chipper, but there was something about trolling this extremely annoying Jedi "Master" that just put him in a good mood.
Yeah, Belly loves helping people, he said. And oh, could he feel the rage radiating off of the man.
He looked over to Max, and shook his head. How had that man ever become a Jedi Master.
No, these are the only sweets you get from me, he said, producing the access codes in his hand and passing them off to Max after Belly had left. Then he gave him some peanuts, too, of course.
He threw a glance over to the woman next to them, quirking an eyebrow.
I don't think I've seen you around before, he half-asked, half-stated. He didn't get the impression she was a Jedi, but you never knew. She seemed to be doing some sort of cargo hauling? @Topher@Nefieslab
OK, this was perhaps either a result of spending too much time staring out at the swirling blue vortexes of hyperspace that had her with a whopping case of jump lag, or the attitudes within the Order had shifted from the pious air that she known and ultimately grew frustrated over. The interactions of the two Jedi masters, was completely surreal. On one hand the one eyed Jedi was very reminiscent of how she recalled the more senior of the Jedi, if she were to hazard a guess she would say that he would either be a senior Knight preparing to unter take his Master Trails at the very least - But then again had she not Zoned out during Koris meeting, the last time she returned to the Temple, Eisa would've known that he was a Master.
What was bemusing was the behaviour of the Zeltron Jedi, who abruptly reminded those present of his title. Causing the Spacer to roll her eyes slightly, as the puffed up chest beating seemed to draw to a close, with the Zeltron moving to leave. "I'll just leave these here, don't fancy dealing with that Kriff-tard" Eisa sighed before sliding the case along the floor till it came to rest beside a tool trolly.
Once the Zeltron had left, it seemed that the Air within the temple was returning to what she would have expected, a degree of natural calm. Her gaze watching the interaction between the two remaining Jedi, chuckling a little at the back and forth over the flavour of the Nuts that was being offered around - until Talak turned his attention onto her.
"I'm guessing ya must've joined the Order after I left, don't look like any of the old faces I remember" Eisa commented back in response to Talak's comment, with a light shrug. "Was one of the sprogs Master Har used to bring in. Kinda grew up here" she added as she fished out her pendant from under her top, revealing her cyan hued Kyber that was set into it, before cautiously taking a cursory look over her shoulder, so far she had managed to evade her former Master - and the ever present risk of getting one of her lectures, didn't want to chance it by summoning the Duxn Jedi Master by mentioning her name like the boogey man.
"kinda figured Jedi life ain't for me after I nearly paid my dues to the Force, ya know? " she resumed, pausing only to tilt her head to the left, gesturing to the extensive amount of Cybernetic augments and the metallic arm that had been grafted onto her body. "but still stick me head round the door if I'm passing through this sector and got some old texts or the odd surplus supplies to offload " she concluded with a wide grin.
Well they weren't honey roasted peanuts but Max was happy to accept what Talak could offer him. He accepted the access codes with a bright smile and a node before tucking them away within one of the man inside pockets of his Jedi robes. The only reason he wore them was because he had managed to sew it a multitude of internal pockets throughout his time in the Jedi.
He even had some bantha jerky (unopened for storage of course) in one of his pockets but it wasn't exactly a healthy snack. Mostly he used it to bribe lothcats and the like.
"You're a scholar and a gentleman." he replied to Talak happily, "And more of a fit for Master than that rodeo clown."
Probably felt like faint praise to be considered better than Belatan but there it was.
And then there was Eisa.
He hadn't really paid much attention to who had interrupted him and Belatan because he hadn't really needed to but that was fine. Now that he had a chance to actually look at her, he knew who she was. They'd met but not really talked in the past and as a Jedi Master he had been given a bit of a briefing on her. It was seen as one of the duties of a Master of the Order to know who they could turn to outside of the Order for aid and assistance.
Eisa's name was close to the top of the list.
He smirked a little bit.
"Eisa here is kind of famous around here." he told Talak, "She's a lovely girl - kind of like an outdoor cat though. Lovely, friendly but not at all into the idea of staying inside."
Max turned back to Eisa and pause for a second before adding.
"You didn't happen to pass a group of, like, thirty young people? All kind of short? Might have been drinking?" He grimaced slightly, "I might have misplaced some Pamarthens... and they might have some Port in a Storm..."
If his pilots had a drunken orgy he was totally going to get it in the neck - best to find them before that.
Yeah, I'm new, he said after a moment. He was new and there were a whole lot of Jedi that he didn't know who were still part of the Order let alone those who had left.
Fair 'nuff, he said as she mentioned that she still liked to come around despite not feeling like she belonged at the time. He could certainly understand that feeling. He was pretty sure being a Jedi wasn't for everyone.
Careful what you say, I may hold you to that endorsement someday, he said, though the idea of him being a Jedi Master at any point seemed like an eternity in the future.
Ah, so Max knew her as well. He supposed that made sense, though. The Jedi were all one big happy family (ha). In a way, though, it was nice that she was still able to come back and visit. Nothing said she couldn't, and even if it did, Talak would have encouraged that it was ignored.
How did you misplace thirty people? he asked, looking back to Max again. That was a lot of people to lose in a place that was this small. It wasn't like the Jedi enclave and its surrounding was that large!
Well, if we're going to get them aboard then we should probably find them before Belly gets back, he said. @Nefieslab@Topher
A wide grin crossed her features as the Jedi master introduced her to Talak, chuckling and nodding in agreement to the reference that was almost akin to a cat - it certainly was a fitting analogy for her, the life of a Devout Jedi wasn't one that she really suited, despite being brought up as a Jedi since she was a baby, she possessed a much more adventurous nature. "Yeah I'd say thats about right" The spacer affirmed lightly. "Though also handy if you want to get your hands on some contraband, just so long as ya don't tell the Masters or the Council" she continued offering a wink as she tapped the side of her nose, before looking over the one eyed Jedi once more. "But if you're a master.... Then ya didn't hear me say that" she added before sticking her tongue out and playfully gestured her hand as if she were performing a Jedi mind trick on Maxims.
The conversation then transitioned over to the query whether she happened to have crossed paths with a group of thirty or so Pamarthens, who might have been drinking from a stash of Port in a Storm, a knowing look crossed her features as she was about to respond, pausing in her response as the second Jedi questioned the one eye'd master how he managed to loose a group of thirty people, before adding that they should find them before the Zeltron Jedi master returned.
"Yeah I bumped into those guys" Eisa spoke out, before grinning slightly. "They're a pretty rowdy lot, not keen on their choice of rot gut, though but its not as bad as Hull stripper... pretty sure ya can use that stuff to clean off the corrosion in the reactor coils... that or thin down your fuel" she added before taking a few steps back on her self and gesturing for the two Jedi to follow her. "Know where that old Resistance Junker is? They're all camped out over there... take it they're on shore leave, cos three maybe five are completely fit shaced!!" the spacer continued, before pausing to see whether the two were going to follow her, after all it was somewhat on the way back to where she had landed her ship - right on top of Kori's meditation spot as always.
Yeah he was looking around outside the hanger where he told his group of pilots and crew members to wait and they were all, to a man, gone. That wasn’t ideal but he didn’t see any fires and he couldn’t hear any scandalised screams so it wasn’t as bad as it could have been. They lived up to their reputation as thrill seekers so he wasn’t entirely sure where they would all be. Knowing his luck they were probably half-drunk and challenging Padawans to knife games.
As amused as he was at the idea of grown ass men and women being shown up in a game of dexterity by a bunch of Padawan kids, he doubted that it would go over well with the rest of the Order.
“In my defense, making a group of thirty Pamarthens sit still is kind of impossible.” He complained with a small pout, “I had to race across a giant squid in a storm on a broken speeder bike just to convince them to come with me too.”
Hopefully he wouldn’t need to do anything quite so stupid to find them again.
Just had to track the smell of alcohol and the sounds of excitement and they should find them, surely? Couldn’t be too difficult. Reaching out into the Force, he took a deep breath and searched for them through the Force or, rather, their emotions. Surrounded by Jedi who were controlling their emotions (and Eisa) they stuck out like a sore thumb. And Eisa had given him some direction so...
“Good news; they’re mostly all together at the junker.” He grinned, “Bad news; those who aren't are in the council chambers. Good news… we get to see the council chambers…? Yay…?”
Talak glanced over at Max as he "explained" what he'd had to do to get his pilots to come along. He wasn't sure if it was a joke or a serious thing, and if it was serious... what did it even mean?
And then it got worse: they were in the Council chambers. Talak had pretty much avoided those since coming to the Jedi. He'd gotten some interesting looks from the Councilors when he joined, but most hadn't caused him much issue or vice versa.
Of course... he said muttered with a shake of his head. He hadn't gotten enough peanuts for this.
What could they possibly be doing in there? he asked, suddenly envisioning them sprawled all over the Council chairs. He'd heard there were some seriously cushy and comfy chairs in there after all. @Nefieslab@Topher
As Max revealed the locations of the wayward Pamarthen crew members, adding a feined air of excitement to the revelation that they got to see the council chambers, the fiery haired spacer groaned in resignation. "Yay..... been a while since the council have given me a lecture over being reckless, impulsive or some Kriff" Eisa muttered under her breath, before turning her attention towards Talak as he questioned on what they would possibly be doing within the Council chambers, a slight grin crossing her lips at the thought. "Most likely something that the Council wouldn't do" she offered with a slight shrug, before her lips curled into a more devilish smirk - as her mind recalled a chapter in one of her trashy novels. "Just pray they haven't been reading those Jedi themed Trashy Romance novels!!"
Turning her focus back towards Maxims, the spacer pursed her lips in thought for a moment as they continued to make they way deeper into the Jedi temple's grounds. "If ya want, I'll go round up the lot at the Junker think can bribe em with a bottle or two of Hull Stripper" she offered the Jedi Master, before scratching at an itch at the back of her neck. "Should have a few bottles stashed in the hold... Should work, convince em to move the party elsewhere with more booze"
Max hadn't been to the council's chambers since they made him a Jedi Master - was it weird that he hadn't seen them in so long? Maybe he should remember to visit more often. Half of their members were even older than he was so it was like trying to meet up with his grandparents. The kind of thing that you knew you should do but there just tended to be a multitude of things on your mind that meant you didn't.
As for what they could be doing in the chambers...?
"Comfiest chairs in the whole Temple." he admitted without a second's hesitation, "If I were them I'd be getting drunk and longuing in comfort."
He HOPED that was what they were doing with the chairs anyway because he seriously did not want to have to explain the damage to those chairs. Jedi didn't really get obsessed with possessions but those chairs were older than he was and custom jobs to boot.
"Trashy romance novels can be themed around Jedi?" Max asked, genuinely surprised as they headed toward the council chambers, "I'm sickened but curious."
Splitting the party was usually a bad idea but in this case it might work out.
"Agreed - you head out to the ship and Talak and I shall find out what trouble they can get up to in the council chambers."
Leading the way for the rest of the short journey to the chambers, Max entered his access code to the door but didn't open it just yet. He was not sure he wanted to know what was going on behind the door because there were sounds of 'physical activity' and everyone seemed very excited through the Force.
"... please tell me my pilots aren't having an orgy in the council chambers."