Post by Valcor on Feb 26, 2021 18:14:13 GMT -5
A jolt and a shudder.
'Blast, had they arrived already?' Janse thought, his eyes having just closed.
The call had come early and with little warning, as they always seemed to. It was understandable though, Nieraan was a high ranking Sith after all; would not do to have his location known well ahead of his arrival. Did not make it any easier to plan around for the young apprentice though. Having spent the previous night (and early morning) with his cousin on Axxila, Fashad was more than a little reluctant to see the call on his datapad. Yet, Janse was punctual if nothing else, and would certainly pick discomfort over rudeness, especially when it came to his Sith master. So he rose, dressed, dressed, and dressed again, probably having wasted valuable sleep on his presentation before he was off. With a warm drink of... something in his hands he arrived at the shuttle bay on Axxila.
No matter the amount of rubbing, the throbbing behind his eyes and in his head did not abate and was certainly not aided by all the commotion involved in Sith security protocols.
"Yes. I'm Janse Fashad." A quick sip of his drink.
"Yes that one." A slow eye rub.
"No I will not disrobe, just scan me you halfwits!" A rolling back of his head.
Then Janse sighed a long heavy sigh that nearly turned into an exasperated laugh/sob as it prolonged. On and on this went, paperwork, questions, then... finally boarding. Luckily the apprentice managed to wiggle his decency past customs and finally onto the craft. 'Had these seats always been this comfortable?' Janse had always remembered the Sith transports to be stiff, unceremonious craft, but now? The cool air from the vents, the mildly padded metal...
"My lord, we have arrived." came through the shuttle just moments before the hiss of the bay doors opening.
'Blast.'
In a blur of delirious motion Janse flew out of his seat, likely before his eyes fully opened, and came to the off-ramp of the craft. He had time, if only a moment of it, once more over himself he looked. Pristine, excellent. But something was missing. His drink! There was no way the youth could manage to stand before his imposing master without it. Was it disrespectful to drink while on the bridge? Surely not. Another blur and the steaming cup was back in purple clad hands, cupped a bit more protectively than was necessary.
And he was off towards the bridge. Was it always this far? No, surely not. Should he ask for directions? Nonono, surely Nieraan would hear about his inability. Perhaps it's through this door-and he was there. There was an instant of shock, noted only by the staff officer heading the opposite direction past the stone still apprentice. Yet, the instant passed and Janse continued towards the viewing window, quietly taking his place behind and to the right of the figure standing there, the appropriate place for his status.
"Your message didn't relay a destination Master." Janse said, fighting a yawn.
'Blast, had they arrived already?' Janse thought, his eyes having just closed.
The call had come early and with little warning, as they always seemed to. It was understandable though, Nieraan was a high ranking Sith after all; would not do to have his location known well ahead of his arrival. Did not make it any easier to plan around for the young apprentice though. Having spent the previous night (and early morning) with his cousin on Axxila, Fashad was more than a little reluctant to see the call on his datapad. Yet, Janse was punctual if nothing else, and would certainly pick discomfort over rudeness, especially when it came to his Sith master. So he rose, dressed, dressed, and dressed again, probably having wasted valuable sleep on his presentation before he was off. With a warm drink of... something in his hands he arrived at the shuttle bay on Axxila.
No matter the amount of rubbing, the throbbing behind his eyes and in his head did not abate and was certainly not aided by all the commotion involved in Sith security protocols.
"Yes. I'm Janse Fashad." A quick sip of his drink.
"Yes that one." A slow eye rub.
"No I will not disrobe, just scan me you halfwits!" A rolling back of his head.
Then Janse sighed a long heavy sigh that nearly turned into an exasperated laugh/sob as it prolonged. On and on this went, paperwork, questions, then... finally boarding. Luckily the apprentice managed to wiggle his decency past customs and finally onto the craft. 'Had these seats always been this comfortable?' Janse had always remembered the Sith transports to be stiff, unceremonious craft, but now? The cool air from the vents, the mildly padded metal...
"My lord, we have arrived." came through the shuttle just moments before the hiss of the bay doors opening.
'Blast.'
In a blur of delirious motion Janse flew out of his seat, likely before his eyes fully opened, and came to the off-ramp of the craft. He had time, if only a moment of it, once more over himself he looked. Pristine, excellent. But something was missing. His drink! There was no way the youth could manage to stand before his imposing master without it. Was it disrespectful to drink while on the bridge? Surely not. Another blur and the steaming cup was back in purple clad hands, cupped a bit more protectively than was necessary.
And he was off towards the bridge. Was it always this far? No, surely not. Should he ask for directions? Nonono, surely Nieraan would hear about his inability. Perhaps it's through this door-and he was there. There was an instant of shock, noted only by the staff officer heading the opposite direction past the stone still apprentice. Yet, the instant passed and Janse continued towards the viewing window, quietly taking his place behind and to the right of the figure standing there, the appropriate place for his status.
"Your message didn't relay a destination Master." Janse said, fighting a yawn.
