Hangar Bay

it was 0500 on a monday. the shifts were changing in the hangar, with the night crew wanting to get back home before dawn break. there were some students sneaking through in pairs wanting to have a romantic sunrise picnic… if i was still headmaster i might have caught them. but today i didn’t care… i had my own reasons for being up this early

in contrast to the more open clothing that i wore when i first met Kronos, i wore one of the sets of robes that made up project go. this one appeared similar to the style of armor that I pictured whenever i heard stories of a particular sect of jedi that was tasked with keeping watch over abandoned temples from falling into hands of sith and other enemies. my robes appeared as a seamless garment, and amended with bits of armor to conceal sections that were i could escape from it.

I was up so early because i was expecting one of my “less than legal” connections had procured a shuttle and the supplies i needed for Kronos’ training. as the appointed hour came, my calming beeped with an open communication from the delivery man. turning the holo on, I realized by the fact that the figure was cloaked and not the friend

:: saul apologies for not delivering in person… he was promoted in the organization and at the moment, it would be azione non grata for him to be seen supplying you.he is just covering his bases, you understand::

I rolled my eyes, something was up besides that but at the moment, the shrouded figure still had the ship. i checked around to make sure everyone was gone before

"the coast is clear, and i am paid in full, Moró, so where is the ship?”

no sooner had i spoke the words then a beautiful shuttle descended from the heavens to land in one of the stalls.

::It is all there… title will be on the table in the galley, just assign the names and all that, and she is all yours::

“And the droid?”

:: troopers were sent out, and like you said the parts were on Vassek-III given the time period you claimed i was more than a little concerned that the parts would be there. he has been assigned the identification 4E-4V34. he has been assigned the abilities that you requested.::

I nodded as the com cut out, and the gantry dropped i turned to Pixar “Go wake my student, we depart shortly.”  with that, i loaded my luggage aboard the ship and settled into the galley for a moment.  as i filled out the title, i assigned the ship to Kronos 'Merin' Marek, and i assigned her the title "Sapphire of the Eldest Brother"

“go ahead, i will get the doctorings… after so many years, i still cannot drink it black”

walking over to the other side of the galley, i pulled some milk and a pot of sugar. i was not one for drinking caf, as it surprisingly instantly put me to sleep, but for sake of brotherhood, i would indulge today. as i returned to the table i hit a button on my coms signaling the droids in the cockpit to seal and take off. the noise of the hatch was taken immediately as i sat down, with a slight jostling as i put the last spoonful of sugar in the cup signaling that we were now taking off instead of stationary.

“now then, pop quiz. name three unconventional worlds where lightsaber crystals can be found.”

*The monster man emerged from the sentinel looking left to right with bottomless eyes. Armed to the teeth & dressed in full regalia he took a swig from ever-present whiskey bottle then spoke*

"Greetings, might I ask where my brother's mortal remains may be found, so Iniquitous' may be taken from here & brought to Manaan to lie where he belongs?"

The hangar bay of the Jedi Praxeum was far from clean.  Most of the physical damage had been taken care of, to be sure, but there were still large swathes left unusable by fallen, crumbled stone or the remains of what used to be starfighters.  Stains from oil, carbon, and blood had seeped into the floor, and had been left long enough to make removal impossible.  The walls were carbon-scored by hundreds of bolts that had missed their marks from both sides of the conflict, and vines had begun to grow out of almost every single one of them.  And if the remnants of the battle were not enough, the psychic scars - often left in the wake of battles as ferocious as this one had been - would leave a sense of weariness and uneasiness in those that were able to perceive them.  But even with its state, the Praxeum hangar was more than suited to handle a small freighter.

In anticipation of the ship's arrival, the Praxeum's newest commander strode into the hangar.  The tall, broken-horned Zabrak took long, measured strides until coming to a stop seemingly at random.  A dark cloak draped over his broad shoulders almost to reach the floor, covering a set of chocolate brown Jedi robes.  Fiery jade eyes - bright and brilliant emeralds set in copper-colored leather - scoured the darkening horizon, demanding to catch a glimpse of the inbound vessel.  His presence seemed to elate those working in the hangar; the only man willing to stand against the dark side was in their midst, and over the weeks the spark of admiration that led them to this forsaken jungle world had become a wildfire.  The shepherd was respected.  Revered.  And had it not been for his adamant insistence, he likely would have been worshiped by his flock.  Such was their love for their shepherd that when they heard his voice in their head...

Leave me in peace.

...they dropped what they were doing - excepting those whose tasks needed completing then and there - and left.

The shepherd was alone in the empty, silent hangar.  He had demanded to be left in peace, and nobody - not his flock, not his soldiers, not even the Jedi Praxeum itself - dared disturb him.