by Aran Enfas » Sat Jun 09, 2018 3:03 pm
Aran had spent some of the morning asking around the hangar about the Turtle. He found Republic mechanics and Navy crewers were happy to share the war story of breaking the blockade, especially with a young Padawan with a clear interest in ships with fast engines flown around with precision.
"Yeah, it was pretty kriffed up when it came in here," remarked one off-duty fighter pilot. "I thought it was scrap for sure. But I guess their mechanic's better at patching it up than the crew is at keeping it together in the first place." Aran thought that was unfair, but the man was apparently tired of praise being heaped on independent operators tagging along on a military operation. Aran shrugged and circled back to the ship.
Next to the Turtle was a tall man that Aran instantly recognized as Craw, both from the description's he'd sought out and the way he was staring at the freighter. Aran had never been part of a crew before, but he'd seen a tramp captain or two, and that was the way they looked at their livelihood.
He approached slowly, taking time to observe the man and also wishing to be deferential. A Jedi understood the importance of meditation, after all.
Jedi Order| Miralukan | Monastic in Mirrorshades | A Good Padawan, Who Craves Neither Adventure Nor Excitement |
ProfileEquipment: Very little. Right leg cyberleg, walking with a staff made of vibro-axe haft.In combat, stimpacks, no walking staff.