Post by Ysmir on Nov 8, 2020 22:52:33 GMT -5
Even with the thicket hanging high overhead, the soft patter of rainfall all about them could be heard as their journey carried on toward the mining complex. Quite far off, a low rumble of thunder echoed through the skies as the quickening storm drew ever closer. It seemed to move with great haste, probably carried on jetstreams that were notorious on the jungle world; many a pilot had run afoul of the wicked winds, forced to make emergency landings lest their ships be torn asunder. It would be a nuisance, but a minor one. Perhaps, Macen thought, a storm might even provide ample cover for their infiltration.
Ash's response gave Macen pause for a moment. His eyes drifted down to the datapad in his lap, the screen flickering as their blipping dot followed along the plotted course.
...there are few like you.
He smirked, chuckled lightly, though it wasn't because he found the observation humorous. "Apologies. For a moment there, you almost sounded like my old Master."
Master Varn was stern and wise, but rarely ever held his tongue. To an extent, Macen blamed the man for instilling within him his headstrong and outspoken nature. Many times, Macen had witnessed his Master butt heads with the other members of the council over political matters. He preferred a straightforward, if cautious approach. To that end, Ash was correct in his summary. Peace was most certainly not what one saw when looking at the state of Galactic affairs. Hopefully, they could change that sooner, rather than later.
At Ash's follow-up, he gazed over the passenger's side door to the passing treeline. His hair whipped in the wind. "I owe the Order much. If it wasn't for their guidance, their wisdom, it's difficult to say where I might have ended up. More than anything, though, I trust in the Force; and I think the Force put me where I am for a reason. I might not always agree with their way of doing things, but that doesn't matter. I don't see myself leaving them behind any time soon."
Macen turned back to look at Ash. "If they deem it necessary to punish me for my actions, then so be it. If I know I'm right, then that's all that matters. I'm sure you feel the same."
Ash's response gave Macen pause for a moment. His eyes drifted down to the datapad in his lap, the screen flickering as their blipping dot followed along the plotted course.
...there are few like you.
He smirked, chuckled lightly, though it wasn't because he found the observation humorous. "Apologies. For a moment there, you almost sounded like my old Master."
Master Varn was stern and wise, but rarely ever held his tongue. To an extent, Macen blamed the man for instilling within him his headstrong and outspoken nature. Many times, Macen had witnessed his Master butt heads with the other members of the council over political matters. He preferred a straightforward, if cautious approach. To that end, Ash was correct in his summary. Peace was most certainly not what one saw when looking at the state of Galactic affairs. Hopefully, they could change that sooner, rather than later.
At Ash's follow-up, he gazed over the passenger's side door to the passing treeline. His hair whipped in the wind. "I owe the Order much. If it wasn't for their guidance, their wisdom, it's difficult to say where I might have ended up. More than anything, though, I trust in the Force; and I think the Force put me where I am for a reason. I might not always agree with their way of doing things, but that doesn't matter. I don't see myself leaving them behind any time soon."
Macen turned back to look at Ash. "If they deem it necessary to punish me for my actions, then so be it. If I know I'm right, then that's all that matters. I'm sure you feel the same."