Shooting Stars {Squee}

[Zarkan]

Aser paced back in forth across the hanger entrance his leather and patted armor creaking as it bent in twisted. Waiting, why am I always waiting. He though to himself as he once more twisted on his heel and stalked back across purposely ignoring the stare of the dock workers. The mission the council had lined up for him was a fairly simple seeming to further line up the jedi wanting to make sure he was ready considering they were sending a master with him though perhaps this master rayn really was going just for diplomatic reasons. Aser stopped and tugged his tunic straight it really wasn't proper for a jedi night to be this impatient ran though his mind once again as her re-began his pacing remembering back to his duel with xierra. Maybe she is to coming to observe me. He thought some what nervously before dismissing it Your just being paranoid Aseranda. He ran a hand through his hair attempting to lay the dirty blond mess down and failing miserable as usual as he started walking down the hall once again.

[Squee]

“Mistress, I’m going to have to say something again about the time.”

“CJ, I’m telling you,” Rayn began for maybe the tenth time since they had left her quarters. She craned her neck to look at her protocol droid, eyebrows lifted to give an almost innocent expression as she criticized her organized friend. “I’m sure no one else is going to be…”

The turbolift had slowed to a stop. She stepped through it, still talking to CJ, and turned forward to make sure she wasn’t running into anyone. The pacing young man several meters before her made her stop talking. Her lips pursed and moved to one side of her face, giving a pouting appearance now.

“… waiting because we’re slightly early. CJ, what’s the time?”

“Two minutes after the scheduled time.”

Rayn’s head hung. “I made SURE we left that apartment early enough to get here.”

“Observation: You did let those Padawans take the lift before you when you were slightly behind for the one that left AFTER you arrived.”

“… Oh hush up. I’m just wondering why he’s pacing back and forth as if the sky’s going to fall on top of his head at any moment.”

“You’re the one who possesses that talent, Mistress Rayn. You do teach younglings after all.”

Rayn sighed. You never learned to get used to comeback comments such as that. She didn’t expect them to understand a little outward thinking, or even to understand the concept of the living brain instead of a connection of wires. It was usually CJ. Every once in a while Hiccup would offer an obvious comment. The HK droid was the quietest between the two of them.

At the moment, Rayn was debating on whether or not to leave her protocol droid behind. She could get things done on her own. Most things, anyway. Hiccup could cover the usual duties CJ always took on herself. He might not be happy with it at first. Rayn wondered if there was actually a person behind her droid’s plating instead of circuits.

“Okay, let’s see how I’m getting anywhere.”

“Suggestion: Walking might be a good way to start.”

Rayn decided to ignore it and keep her face as straight as possible. She, without thinking, took the HK’s suggestion. There was purpose in the Jedi Master’s step, a grace that had taken years of practice to perfect. Arms were a part of balance on the human body. Rayn had a challenge in finding her balance when she first learned to walk. Eventually, she overcame her first challenges and moved onto the next. She moved with the same flow of a human with arms. From a distance, the average person unknown to Rayn would believe her having arms until she got close.

And as the Jedi Master came close, you could also recognize just how short she actually was. Her droids could be compared at looming figures over their assigned mistress. Heck, anyone could be said as looming over Rayn. The younglings she taught all grew taller than their teacher.

Underestimation was a big part of Rayn’s life. It was fine. Rayn had developed a fine strategy to have someone get over underestimation quickly. It all started with wisdom.

“You wouldn’t happen to be one of the other Jedi being sent to Mon Calamari, would you? You’re… uh… Wait, wait, don’t tell me, I know it.”

“Jedi Knight Aseradan Mirathuralis,” CJ filled for her.

Rayn slowly turned to stare at her droid companion. “I said I knew it!” Ever so slowly once again, Rayn returned her gaze to Aser. She had one of those looks at would’ve been complete with a head scratch.

“Yes, well, now that my friend here has labeled you for me, I suppose I can at least say is: Hi, I’m Rayn Gera. Pleased to meet you.”

"You forgot the Jedi Master part, mistress."

CJ, can't you just be improper and informal for once?

[Zarkan]

Aser stopped his pacing to stare almost blanked eyed at the approaching gang. That has to be her. he thought to himself Hell, how many armless jedi can there possible be? he ceased his thoughts as she and what appeared to be a protocol droid began chattering back and forth and once and a while to aser. Aseranda looked at the small gaggle with his left eye brow raised half way to his hair line his face twisting into a small smirk before he quickly snapped his face into it's normal expressionless state and gave a slight bow. "Yes, I'm Aser; Master Gera." he rose from his bow to gesture towards the two droids. "I assume those two are yours?"

[Squee]

“Aser… Good nicknames makes memorizing things easier,” Rayn replied with a kind smile. She returned his slight bow, adding on: “And you may call me Rayn. Usually only my youngling students call me ‘Master Gera’. If it bugs you too much, you can refer to that title.”

“How informal…”

Rayn turned to snap a quick retort back to her talkative droid: “That would be the point behind it, CJ. Mind you… am I going to have to flip your vocabulator switch?”

“Absolutely not Mis-…” Utter silence. CJ’s metallic body gave a slight jump. The look on Rayn’s face stated her triumph in making the protocol droid finally shut up.

“Apologies about that, Aser. She seems to want nothing to do but talk. Last time I let the mechanic tinker with her programming, I promise. But, yes, these two are mine. CJ will be remaining here. She’s merely here to wish me happy travels.” The droid flailed a little frantically, like a mother over her child. “Hiccup here will be coming with me. He can cover everything CJ has her uses for plus shooting down opponents I fail to notice.

“That makes me look bad. I’ll notice them, but, sometimes can’t stop them, is what I’m meaning. I’m sure there’s a word for what that’s called.” That right eye twitched and the left eyebrow raised a little into the comical expression many beings knew Rayn for having. She often minced her words like this. Tripping over herself in conversations was to be expected from the Jedi Master. With so much tripping, one wouldn’t think of her as being able to stand before younglings, speak to them, and have the young minds understand clearly what she was saying. That’s when examples came in handy. Thank goodness most young folk took understanding by seeing and hands on experience. If Rayn had to hold a lecture for an hour, she’d be in trouble.

CJ still appeared as frantic. The protocol droid had sort of motherly intentions toward the Jedi Master. She did the little things Rayn sometimes needed arms for. Rayn could perform most acts with the Force, but having CJ do it was the easiest route at times. CJ was a computer mother, and could seem make every possible and reasonable acts of one. Such as listening in on Rayn planning on leaving her at the Temple, put off to the side. It was like a daughter growing up and leaving the house. Almost. As short as the mission was supposed to go, nothing was ever like it seemed.

Hiccup said nothing. The yellow glows for his ‘eyes’ were staring at Aser. Nothing sarcastic was voiced. It wouldn’t help at all. If he was stuck with CJ’s duties, it really wasn’t much a big deal. Even he could logically put together that Rayn could just about anything CJ could as well. CJ was nothing but a cushion for her.

Hiccup HAD to go. If Rayn was assigned a personal ship, she had to rely on Hiccup to fly it. If something went wrong, she depended on Hiccup to be her brawn as she was the telekinetic and psychological back up. It was a relationship that just couldn’t be broken. Rayn could very well not be standing before Aser today if Hiccup wasn’t at her side on numerous occasions.

“Are we it? Or is there someone else that is following behind? Or is there someone planning on meeting us there?”

All she was told was she was to meet Jedi at this place and this time, because CJ was the one to receive the message. Rayn had been watching practice combat drills among the thirteen year olds.

She could use another Padawan…

Her green eyes were rather expectant as they stayed connected to Aser’s.

[Zarkan]

Aser couldn't help, but shake his head at the metallic and armless "women" prattled on. He nodded after a moment. "Yeah, well, mostly the nick name is even I get tired of the mouthful that is Aseranda after a while." he crossed his arms and shifted his weight onto his left foot as his ice blue eyes stared into rayn's green. "As far as I know we're it though I don't know about if there is anyone meeting us there or not Mon Calamari is after all a little out of the way." He looked somewhat sadly at the protocol droid before smiling at rayn. "You know Master Rayn you could bring this protocol droid the Chariot we're taking is more than large enough for all of us and it's not like we're going to run into problems out there."

[Squee]

“Oh pish,” she hissed lightly. Her mood was still light. “If it was just a little out the way, I wouldn’t be sent. I have, what I consider, better duties here at the Temple than gallivanting around the galaxy doing check ups. And also if the council didn’t suspect something was up, they wouldn’t be sending me. I’m just the type who sits on the sidelines and helps others through the Force.” She shrugged.

Rayn looked back to CJ, whose arms were making whirring sounds as she moved. At least the mechanic had done a good job in making sure her parts moved easily. It was the program. It seemed just a little more annoying than usual. It was almost a little too familiar, like when Rayn was still a little girl. She wasn’t anymore, though, and sometimes those teenager-ish thoughts crept into Rayn’s head. The one’s that the parents wouldn’t listen or wouldn’t give her any sorts of freedom.

“I’m sure there’ll be plenty of room. However, she’ll be better off here in the Temple. She is a protocol droid, after all, and looks after my well being and such. If you had a disability you would understand the reason behind leaving the droid here.” Rayn’s voice softened into just above a whisper. “Sometimes you need a break from an over-protective, superfluous, chattering parent.”

That grin seemed to be permanently set onto her face. Her eyes flickered to CJ for a moment.

“Oh, thank you, mistress. Now to declare my uncertainty and protest to you leaving me here. What will you do in the morning about your hair? What about clothing? Why would you want to leave me behind? What will I do in the meantime should you leave me here?”

“Oh, go to a droid spa or something and loosen up your circuits. Much to tense and uptight. That’s the reason you get to stay here.”

“If I may, mistress, you said something about over-protective…”

Rayn was quick to interrupt. Her head swung back around to Aser. “Anyway… moving right along with business. If something should happen, CJ here will just be in the way. She’ll be another thing we’ll have to look after. Another thing to rescue and take care of if damaged. If we should have to rescue CJ, it could be just ANOTHER tally on the CASUALITY board.”

CJ stopped trying to talk over them. Rayn had glanced back over her shoulder at the droid. She gave a curt nod when CJ seemed to understand now.

“Oh, well, then, I’ll just remain here and take care of myself and your other abandoned items for this mission.”

Rayn’s little speech just went to show how much she really cared for the protocol unit. Many Jedi would look at her and say, “she’s a droid, she could be replaced”. For Rayn there was no one quite like CJ. And if the program should die, there was not another one like it that could replace her. CJ, in her own way, was a unique individual that Rayn had long grown to like a lot. Attachment was frowned upon the Jedi. Rayn knew if there was the inevitability of sacrificing CJ, she would. But, why have to make that decision if it could be prevented?

Hiccup was the one Rayn had never been worried about. As a programmed assassin, he could do anything if told to focus. He didn’t even need to be told. He just… did it. And he did his part well. Rayn was glad that loyalty was part of the package.

“Question: Masters, are we leaving any time in the next few minutes? I’m sure the future will undoubtedly be better. Marvelous for those of us heading off this planet and away from certain individuals.”

“How rude,” CJ stated contemptuously. “I would find it rather hurtful to know you really do not want me around, when all I do is make life a little easier. I suggest you keep your eagerness to a minimum until I am out of the vicinity.”

Rayn’s head dipped a little to hold back her smile. Her shoulders shook a little as she tried her best to hold a snicker. Ah… what a happy sort of family she had.

[Zarkan]

What a strange group. Aser thought himself as he stood basically scratching his head as the lot chattered on. Aser sigh and decided to air his suspicions. "I kinda think the may have decided to send you because the didn't think I could do the mission, master rayn." He said slowly carefully pacing and considering his words as he spoke them. He twitched his hand touching his light saber for comfort before speaking again. "As it stands with you being....forcy? it's probably not a horrid thing that they decided to send you, and have me tag along." Aseranda squeezed the bridge of his nose as he uncomfortably twisted tugging on the durasteel armor on his left shoulder. "I suppose you have a point, but...No matter it's your decision not mine." he smirked slightly as the HK droid spoke. "I'm always amazed by how simple those droids really are." gesturing to the HK. "I suppose if your ready we can board the ship and be on our way now."

[Squee]

“And if you were incapable, they wouldn’t be sending you at all,” she countered his suspicion. “And I hardly think you’re incapable. You’re likely more capable with the lightsaber than I am.”

Ah, yes, Master Rayn Gera: the armless Jedi who made light of her handicap on a daily basis. It was quite a story for the younglings. They were always horrified at her mention of the lack of limbs as a joke. But with such a happy expression on the small Jedi Master’s face, horror didn’t remain standing for long. As long as you weren’t the one telling the joke, you could get away at laughing with her.

But this was no joke. It was more as a matter-of-factly statement.

“I mean, seriously, how old are you? Between twenty-one and twenty-five?”

Oh yes, Rayn was good at narrowing down ages. It comes from working with younglings and usually much younger people. One will begin to tell ages by the shape of the face or body. It became almost second nature, mostly a judging eye running over a frame with a little extra study on the face. Rayn could make a nearly an accurate age target.

“No, wait, probably narrowed a little down to twenty-four. So, twenty-two or twenty-three. You’re a full Knight. And apparently like your lightsaber…” she said, tone trailing a bit as watched him stroke his lightsaber hilt rather passionately. If Aser had been paranoid on Rayn observing him before, he was going to have to get used to her constant observation of surroundings. She wouldn’t make the mistake of not doing so.

“So, it may be more of I’m paired with you because of my Force abilities, yes. Maybe telekinetic powers might be handy every once in a while. Or meditation. I’m leaning more on what I can do with meditation than anything else.

“And perhaps we should start to take leave, yes. Goodbye, CJ. I’ll see you when you get back. Remember, droid spa. Loosen up… whatever gets in a wad. Hiccup, come along, Aser, young one…”

Rayn had walked to the open doorway and peered at the ships before her. Her brow furrowed lightly and she blinked several times. A click rose from her throat. “Er, um, which one is Chariot?”

“Resolution: To solve your problem, Master, please rely on me. I know which is which, just follow behind me.
“Statement: Master Aser, if my kind of droid were not simple, there would be nothing to counter your complicated patterns. Take Master Rayn for an example. If you want complicated, you certainly got her.”

“Oh shush, walking hydrospanner.”

“Counter Statement: But of course, wired gizka.”

Rayn glanced at Aser. “You can slice him up if you want. Slice him up a lot…”

[Zarkan]

"Not all the jedi accept me as a knight." aser said looking away and hunching his shoulders before turning, "Frankly I'm as weak in the force as a jedi can possibly be and still be a member of the knights so any thing you could do in that respect would be a help."

Aser let out a short sigh as he picked up his one small roll. "The Chariot should be hard to find we just look for the ugliest ship here that still looks like it was built at the same time that'll be it." aser looked quitely at the "good-byes" and flicked a quick easily missed wry smile. "Yes, it does look like he could use new limbs." He turned with little more a due one hand still on his light saber as he strode into the space dock proper the sound of ion and fusions engines combining to create a wondrous melody to this farm boy's ears. Aser had to force himself not to gawk at the ships as he pushed on often having to almost shove through crowds until he reached the very last ship on the jedi's hanger section right before door 33-b-green. "I think we've found our home sweet home for the next week." he said flatly starting through the hanger doors towards the ship.

[Squee]

((Random alert. O.o SHOOP DE WHOOP! I can keep up my long posts. xD))

Rayn’s smile was broken. Her green eyes narrowed at the boy, appearing as some grandmother who had caught her grandson snacking on the treats before they were finished. Or before he had eaten dinner. Was she really annoyed or upset in some way? It was hard to tell at this point. It was odd for Rayn to look even the slightest bits of dark. Some Jedi could go around with dark looks all the time. Rayn was like a welcome committee all on her own.

She followed the young man at first, continuing to glare at his head as if it would pop off his shoulders, cackle, and run off on little legs. It could do a little heel kick if it wanted to. He didn’t pay much attention to her. Aser stared at the ships they passed, perhaps with a bit of longing or awe in his gaze.

That was something Rayn wouldn’t understand. Why would anyone want to fly? What pleasure was there in flying? The tossing around in the dashboard, flashing buttons, warning sirens, bucking from turbulence; it was enough to make Rayn sick to her stomach. If it ever did get that bad, it did. Once it had been like that. Rayn hadn’t stopped vomiting even though she, Hiccup, and the Jedi Master who had the misfortune of accompanying her had hit the planet. It was an awful first day of a mission. It had been a success even though, by the way. She had been a couple of years Knight then. She had worked on a state a mind to stay away from getting that space sick again.

The glare still looked as if it expected Aser’s head to jump off.

As if realizing there wasn’t going to be any entertainment from Aser’s head, the glare melted. It was the third ship they were passing. Rayn engaged the muscles in her thighs and stepped quickly to draw beside Aser. It was at this moment she wished she had arms. Her eyes dropped to her shoulder, studying where the clothing dropped off, signaling the end of her shoulder. Like a cliff. You’re walking, you’re walking, walking, walking, whoops you fell off. If she had an arm with a hand, she’d reach out and touch Aser lightly as a comforting message. Might be a little late, but his comment nagged at her.

“As much as you are harshening my mellow, you bug me,” she started, coming straightforward with it. No sense kicking yourself in the butt while jumping around a bush. Or… what was the phrase again? One would think Rayn would has her sayings set permanently in her brain.

“If you were any less a Knight, you wouldn’t be a Knight. Take knowing of that. If I was less than a Master, I wouldn’t be a Master, but a Knight. Some way, some how, you earned your title. You earned the right to be granted above Padawan. I don’t know that reason. Or course I wouldn’t. I just met you. You should, though. And if you don’t perhaps you should look toward yourself to understand that reason. There is no sense in wandering around looking miserable. You say you aren’t gifted in the Force. That’s fine. If you are skilled in a lightsaber, recognize that. Concentrate on what you are. And as a tip, be wary of what is impossible for you.”

There wasn’t a frown and there wasn’t a smile. It was merely a gently set face, open in all its ways. The emerald glow of her eyes was near impossible to miss. Slowly, her lips curved into a small smile.

“And if the Force is difficult to grasp, then leave it for me. What you can’t do, I’ll pick up the slack. What I am incapable of doing you cover my back, all right?”

It was almost as if she was foreshadowing something. Rayn was not quite sure if the tugging feeling was for after the space trip or during it. She hoped after. If it was during, she was going to have to put forth the effort to not turn green. She’d meditate on the feeling later as soon as they were en route for Mon Calamari.

“Hiccup, hurry up, you sack of wires and bulbs.”

She picked up the voice amplifier click over to say something in return. There was another click as the droid thought better of its logical retort. Something devilishly feline crossed over Rayn’s features and she snickered in the direction of the droid. Turning head, she walked just behind Aser through the hangar doors to the ship. One eyebrow slightly raised as she ran an inexpert eye across the hull and stomped up the ramp. She jumped a little, surprised it was her feet making such a clamor. Stepping lighter, she continued up, leading Hiccup into the ship.

“Boy, I hope you fly well…”

[Zarkan]

Aseranda had paid little mind to the slight jedi master during the journey as he absorbed what she said. "Perhaps I'll tell you someday how I became this." was all he said as the began walking up the ramp an into the Heavy freighter. "I've flown a heavy shuttle a couple of times, but this will be the first time I've run anything that actually has a hyper drive so you might want to strap in I'm not guaranteeing a smooth ride." Aser set in the pilots seat and ran his eyes and hands over the console and somewhat awkward verpine designed controls. Ok aser you know this lets see, reactor safety shut off check, maneuvering lifts check, sublight drives check. aser slowly ran through the ship's check list in his head as he flipped a switch there or turned a knob here. "There we should be ready go no just to set in on auto take off..." as Aser pressed the button he thought would activate the Autopilot he got quite a shock as the freighter accelerated backwards slamming into the rear wall of the hanger. "Um...Whoops, heh" he said nervously as he stooped over the console closely scanning it to find the proper control. "Ah, here it is." with the button depressed the Freighter lurched up bouncing once the sound of metal wrenching apart. "Sith's blood the docking clamps." Aser avoided looking at the jedi master as the freight still with bits of the docking clamps latched onto it's hull lifted out of the hanger and slid up into the immensely congested air space of Corrusant.

[Squee]

Rayn was glancing through every compartment she passed by as she made way for the cockpit. The doors slid away by themselves. Well, not really. Rayn engaged the Force to either depress a button or untwist the locks and slid the door back. Her eyes slid back and forth when she opened doors, or there was a steady gaze on the button for about five slow seconds. The door would open for its master and Rayn poked her head inside a couple of spacious areas. Out of curiosity or necessity, she wasn’t sure which was which herself.

Hiccup clomped behind her for the first couple of doors. Then a mechanical sigh croaked from the droid and he walked past her. Rayn briefly looked at her droid’s repeating back and then continued room hunting. Hiccup did his own thing when missions started. When it was him and Rayn, he was the one flying the ship. Therefore, that’s when a mission began to the program. Whether he was going to fly it or Aser was…

“Hiccup! Young Aser is flying!” she called after him, just in case.

“Statement: Then I will just have to refrain from pressing buttons at random…” There was somewhat of an amusing tone floating after the words. Rayn’s mouth twitched as her eyes wandered across a shelf. One of them lifted off its resting place and floated before Rayn’s face. She shrugged and migrated the shelf back to its original place.

“Only once or twice, you say?” was her only response to Aser. She didn’t seem to be too worried about it. She missed the part about not flying with a hyperdrive. That would be problematic in the form of discussion and the art of conversing. She was kicking at something. It made an odd ringing sound to it that made her frown. Oh well… she walked out of the room and down the last bit of hall to what she liked to call “the Button Haven”. Seriously, was there any cockpit that didn’t have more than two buttons?

Hiccup was huddled off to a corner, watching with those glowing bulbs for eyes. They were nothing less than a yellow as they observed and processed every movement.

Rayn sat down and, at Aser’s request, secured a fasten. She was happy she did. The moment Aser stopped turning and pushing things at what appeared to Rayn as random, he pushed one and they shot backward. She was thrown forward against her fasten, the breath driven from her out of surprise. Hitting the wall, her form smashed back into the chair, he head hitting the back. Slightly dazed, she shook it off and glared at the side of the boy’s head.

“Whoops is right…”

Hiccup was picking himself up from the floor. There was a stiffness that showed a piece of the droid’s different personality. … It was the closest Rayn could get to explaining them. Hiccup tended to sound annoyed or humored, but she wasn’t sure if it was on his own accord or it was something less complicated.

Metal wrenching from uncomfortable places and creating a screaming pain in Rayn’s ears, she growled at Aser. He was clumsily flitting about almost. Nerves had taken over. He was trying to fix it but he sounded as if he were making it worse.

“Declaration: Master, I believe I would have been better pushing the buttons at random. He is trying, but he doesn’t possess the kind of knowledge to survive a random buttpn pushing.”

“Right, Aser, if you don’t figure something out…” Rayn gulped. She would let Hiccup fly.

Despite her glare and growl se had turned a different shade of color. Pale. Or paler, as if a ghost. If she had hands with nails, they would be clutching something right now. An almost scared look lingered in her eyes.

“I thought you said you flew one of these things once or twice…”

[Zarkan]

"Droid, unless you'd like to find out if a light saber makes a good hydro spanner I suggest you...Uh oh." Aser broke off his threat as a Pillar freighter loomed in the view screen and he instinctively jinked the chariot around the freighter and with a thunderous bang into the side of a second freighter bouncing hard off of the hull and between the narrow space between two small shuttles. "Shuttles. I flew shuttles, does this look like a shuttle to you?" Aser knew he shouldn't talk to a master like that, but with the masses of ships of all makes and sizes at this low level he was frankly to busy dodging to care. "Woah!" he said as he ducked under a military ship that turned into them. "I swear I'm not the worse pilot up here." he breathed a sigh of relief as the ship finally made into the relatively empty space above and the droid systems get the ship ready to go to hyper space. "Master rayn, I think we can unstrap now...Master rayn?" he asked as he unstrapped from his seat and saw the the droid who even looked confused as he turned towards the jedi master.

[Squee]

The jinking and the jostling had Rayn’s teeth clacking against one another. She kept wanting to say something, but something burned in her throat. Several times she swallowed it back down and pulled her tongue back to safety everything her teeth snapped like a trap. Her eyes were stretched to wide to some extent of horror.

The bang the ship made caused the Jedi Master to jump in her seat. Her straps were as tight as she could make it without squishing herself. She had thought Aser would be a better pilot. And since he had caused them to crash into the back of the hangar, she had yanked on her straps almost frantically with the Force. It was enough to let her breathe and hardly much else. So the jump looked like some sort of beginnings of a seizure.

“N-n-n-no, I-I-I-I sup-p-posed it’s not a sh-shuttle,” she chattered, wincing briefly at her stammering voice.

Yeah, Hiccup was flying next time. Because there was nothing Rayn could do to influence the ship. She could try, but it would hurt her. Ships were much bigger than people, and therefore the protection would be larger in circumference, and thicker because of the speed ships flew at, a simple shield would be cracked and it wouldn’t end well on Rayn’s part. The shield split, it would go through to Rayn’s own mind, which sprang the protective device over them. It wasn’t a risk Rayn wasn’t keen on taking just yet.

She slumped when an open was presented before them. There was relief, and that bile. It was rising again. She certainly appeared green and stress stricken at the moment. The muscles in her legs were stretched over and hard, her feet pressing against the floor as if resisting to go through the metal and into the expansion outside.

Her head turned some and the straps came undone when her usually bright green eyes glanced at them. Her eyes acted as her hands, unless something was projected on sheer mind power. Everywhere her eyes flicked, saw, she could manipulate with the Force if she wanted to. It helped concentrate the power she emitted into one spot, instead of lashing out wildly, not sure where exactly her funneled Force attack/defense might end up.

Rayn slumped a little more. Her dull green eyes were staring at her knees. She fought to overcome the nauseating feeling that was filling the pit of her stomach. The bile still itched at her throat.

”Master Rayn?”

Rayn twisted her neck to look at the young Knight. Bad idea. Everything bucked and the nausea became too strong to over come. Faster than someone could think, Rayn was up and bolting.

There was a few moments before retching sounds echoed from the refresher. Hiccup’s lighted eyes turned to look at Aser. He gestured down the hall and another gurgled hack sounded.

“Theorem: That was your doing. You should know better than to go make your masters ill…”

[Zarkan]

Aser watched the jedi master sprint towards the refresher with a slight smirk on his fave before he turned to look at the HK droid now speaking to him. "Perhaps, but it is ever so much fun." he replied before turning back to the console and locking in the hyperspace coordinates and jumping the ship before he walked back and knocked on the refresher door lightly. "Master Rayn do you need a hand?" he asked ignoring the obvious pun in the statement. "At least no that we're in hyperspace we don't have to dodge anything anymore."

[Squee]

“Surprised: I wouldn’t think one of your kind would find making another ill. It seems far from anything I was lead to believe about the Jedi.”

Rayn hadn’t yet come out, though the gagging - horrible gagging - sounds had died off. She had left the door to the refresher slid open in case she recovered quickly from this body malfunction. As if turned out, her stomach still felt twisted and flipped with queasiness.

Could he have known? It doesn’t seem possible. He doesn’t know the Force like that. Or so the boy said. Had he spoken to that one master? He didn’t seem like the sort to actually research anything on his traveling companions of the future. There’s no reason he WOULDN’T look me up. I’ve done plenty in my life. Not to mention have my fair share of flying sickness.

There were steps coming down the mini-hall. Rayn’s eyes flicked to the left and she reached with the Force to depress the button that would close the refresher door. The ship gave a little tug backward as it leapt forward.

Her stomach gave another violent tug and Rayn bent, thinking she was going to be hurtling the acids from her stomach this time. Nothing came out but a quiet gag. Snapping her jaw shut, she made sure the morning’s regurgitated breakfast was properly disposed of and leaned over the sanitation station. She had to get the nasty taste from her mouth as well as the smell that would accompany it. Blegh.

The Force was her hands as always. The water poured and Rayn merely dipped and craned her neck to take a mouthful. And then she stood there and swished one or twice and immediately spat out the rotten taste. She made a face at her reflection as Aser spoke to her.

“Unless you want to lend me that hand so I can give you a nice upchucked present, I suggest you don’t offer it.”

That was a little mean. Wow, Rayn, did you really have it in you? She was surprised at herself about how frosty that had sounded. That wasn’t her on a regular basis, but when you don’t know how to fly a Force forbidden ship without making so many port and starboard breaks that’s enough to make a Jedi Master nauseas , perhaps you did deserve it. Just perhaps.

Swish, swish, spit.

“I mean, come on… I probably could have flown smoother and still barfed. Just because I have a weak stomach for flying.”

Swish, swish, swish… Rayn was starting to have a little fun with the swishing now. She shook her head back and forth quickly. She would tip her head to the left and then kink her neck to the right and back to the left again. Rayn also did the forever nodding thing and spun colors in her vision. She needed to stop doing that.

She spat a final time and released the catch that held the door closed. She still had a bit of a green hue about her face. Her footsteps were off by a hairsbreadth, nothing like a drunkard, for sure. Just… uncertain to a small degree.

“Hiccup’s flying the landing. And then the take off. In fact, Hiccup has dibs on all flying. I’ve been on ships where the gizkas can fly a straight line, for goodness sake.”

She had started for the cockpit. Rayn stopped and when she turned around again, her face had grown paler. “I’m not going back up there. I’m going to one of the quarters. Ring me when we get there.”

The Jedi Master had no difficulties squeezing by the taller Knight and shuffled back down the hall.

[Zarkan]

"Umm, well you know actually I think I rather not smell like vomit myself." fighting in vain to sound properly chastised despite the grin he wore from ear to ear at that point. "If you were flying we'd probably be a smudge on that republic frigate right now." he joked as he leaned against the corridors wall. Unjedi like, yes; Fun oh yes. he thought as he waited on her to speak. "We're going to have to discuss that Rayn I'm not sure I want to entrust my life to a rust bucket assassin droid." he said finally as she passed him "Yeah fine, have a few more good heaves on me." he said not even trying to hide his smile and he turned back to the cockpit. "Oh, no tin face, I fly."

[Squee]

Young men and their stupid, stupid grins. Young men and not growing to be mature yet. Young men who are in the Jedo Order. Young men who are in the Jedi Order and don’t know how to behave. In conclusion, young men who behave like three-year younglings.

And something along those lines coursed through the forty-year-old Jedi’s head at a fast rate. Her lips were turned in a small pout, her shoulders lightly scrunched against her neck. Of course, as she was walking down the hall, all Aser would see was the small raise of her shoulders.

She decided not to answer Aser’s jest about her flying. Had she had been flying… she would’ve barfed anyway. She probably could have smoothed out the bucks and jostles a little more as well. It would’ve been a nightmare that she had wanted to wake up from but couldn’t. Just as this one was.

And then he insulted her droid. Rayn hissed between clenched teeth. Her droids were her family, in a sense. She loved her droids. They had their unique uses that contribute to her life. They had her respect in the things she couldn’t do. Machinery and parts and circuits they may be, to her, they were a person themselves.

Her green gaze, hardened now, whirled around on Aser, her flying illness already forgotten. It was apparent the Jedi Master was annoyed and aggravated.

“Listen here, boy,” she spat out the name. “If you want to act like an incompetent, foolish, unmannered youngling, I can certainly treat you like one. I’ve had practice. I can do things far from what you imagine, and so can my droids. If I trust my droids, you should to. Hiccup is my droid. If I say he can fly the ship, he can fly the ship. Whether you have that trust or not, I don’t care. My trust in you is possibly below the standard that it should be.”

She was following Aser now, her boots drumming a maddened rhythm after the young Knight. For someone so small her feet pounding against the metal of the ship seemed pretty intimidating. Her eyes were just as intimidating, the sea green a turmoil of something so captivating that Rayn has frozen even other Jedi Masters in their step to stay locked with her glare.

“You have managed to harshen my good nature, and I am none too proud of that. And for that, Hiccup, should he even glancely touch those controls, I want you to stun him, and stun him good. While I am on this ship,” these words were directed to Aser, “I will have no more ill feelings. The only way I am going to avoid them is with Hiccup at the controls. If he decides you can be co-pilot, then you may touch those controls. As soon as they are off autopilot, Hiccup is in charge unless I come back and say so.

“You are far too large to put into a corner. But go elsewhere on this ship before I have a dark sided whim to eject you outside and let you become spacedust.”

With that very Un-Jedi like saying done, Rayn whirled back around and pounded further to one of the quarters to claim as her own. Instantly, she undid the buckles on the sides of her boots with the Force and toed them off her feet. With something of a growl, Rayn stepped onto the bed, circled so her back was to the door and sat down cross-legged.

In went a harsh breath, exhaled a breathing, whispering sigh that stooped Rayn’s shoulders. Her eyelids had fluttered shut with the relaxation. Before long, Rayn had lost herself to meditation.