Star Wars : New Jedi

( Raven's Claw )

Jan waited impatiently for Kyle to come back. She checked the ship's systems again, though there was nothing wrong with them. Nor was there any issues with the external power supply that was not attached to the ship.

She walked around the outside of the Claw to alleviate her boredom, but even that couldn't hold her for long.

"Dammit Kyle, where are you?"

"Right here," he said, having snuck up on her while she was distracted. "Sorry I'm late, I had to get something first."

Jan snapped around to look at Kyle, who held his hands behind his back. "What did you do?" she warned him with a question.

He pulled an arm out from behind him, flowers in hand. "Got you these. Fresh from Alderaan." Jan took them from him without thinking. "Turns out the current Senator from there is Bail Organa, Leia's father. Though she's not born yet."

"Oh my... Kyle.. these are..." They were from her un-destroyed homeworld. She knew the scent, the look, the texture.... "KYLE!" She jumped at him, wrapping her arms around him to help hold her up as she embraced him. "Thank you!"

"I said I'd get you flowers, and I'm a man of my word." He returned the embrace. "Are you feeling better?"

She pulled away, keeping the flowers in her cybernetic hand. "I am, thank you. Some NRI agent I am, letting a little something like Time Travel get to me."

"Well, it's not like there's a course for that at Yavin either," Kyle snorted. "So, still up for going over to the Temple?"

"As long as you're sure you can sneak in."

"I won't be sneaking so much as walking in the front door like a normal Jedi." Kyle reminded her as they separated. "My only concern is that I've never been there before, so I don't know my way around."

"That's all?" Jan shook her head. "That's not a problem. That's me, being the poor non-Jedi, asking directions and you following me."

"Heh. That's an idea. I do feel sorry for Mon Mothma though."

"Oh, why's that?" Jan headed for the access ramp, considering where to put the flowers. For now, she would borrow a tall glass from the kitchenette and set them on her workbench before finding something a bit more permanent.

"She accepted the delivery, but thought I was some other form of Jedi. Do you know anything about the AgriCorps?" Kyle followed her up and waited for her to finish setting the flowers into their impromptu vase. "Cause I don't remember Luke talking about it."

"I remember something about them being Jedi washouts..." Jan tried to think. "Or were they Jedi who didn't want to become Knights or Masters and wanted like closer to the land?" She shook her head. "Maybe you can use that as your cover."

"I'd rather not lie," Kyle said the two of them walked up to the cockpit. "Too many Jedi, someone is bound to figure it out. I think I'll just keep doing what I have been. Tell just enough truth for the other people to figure out their own explanation for themselves."

"So, normal then." Jan agreed as she took her seat. "This is the Raven's Claw, requesting permission to follow Flight Plan 09-841Alpha." The comlink with the control tower already had the frequency set.

"Raven's Claw, this is Senate Airspace Control, you are clear to launch. Temple Airspace Control has been notified of your departure and expected arrival time."

"Thank you, Control." Jan closed the comlink. "So, ready to walk into the Jedi Temple?"

"Can't be worse than the Valley. Or the Arc Hammer. Or Nar Shadda." Kyle rolled his shoulders. "Take it away, Jan."

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( Jedi Temple Shuttle Landing Pad )

Padawn Belkarit was not having a good day. There were so many Jedi and Politicians and Force knows who else coming to the Temple this day for the memorial. At least the next one was nice and simple. A small shuttle, one Jedi, and no special requirements. She could park it easily, and move on to the next. "Raven's Claw," she said into the comlink set in her helmet as she waved two glow-sticks to aid in landing procedures. "Do you see me?"

"You're the nice Twi'lik, right?" the voice of a kind male came back. "Yep, we see you. That our spot?"

"Yes I am. Padawan Belkarit under Master Aron." She slowly waved the shuttle down, thankful that the pilot wasn't trying to be a hotshot, or land by themselves. It was such a nice change of pace.

The Raven's Claw landed, the engines spooling down. "Thank you Belkarit," the male said again. "We'll be out in a moment."

The back of the ship dropped down, and two humans walked off. She reached out with the force to see which one was the Jedi given that neither had any robes and....

She nearly dropped her working equipment and the contained intensity of his presence in the Force. The male rippled, somehow calm, yet emotional at the same time. She had never seen anyone with such control before, and the power reminded her of Grand Master Windu, or Master Yoda, or Knight Skywalker, whom she had seen at a distance. "Master!" she exclaimed, bowing in deep respect. "Forgive my rudeness."

"Rudeness for what?" Kyle said. "And please, call me Kyle. I ain't your Master."

"Master Kyle, forgive me." She raised herself up, knowing that she should be moving on to the next landing, but couldn't just leave someone as ranking as him by himself. "Did you need anything?"

"Directions for Jan here to the Library," he said, pointing at the human female – his pilot?

"Of course," she said, bowing again. "Err, Master Kyle, if I may be so bold?"

"Yes?" The Jedi looked at her curious, and she felt him touch her with the Force, as sensing her emotions. He would find nothing to be concerned about, so she let him withdraw.

"Your clothes sir... everyone is supposed to be wearing their formal robes for the memorial service." She could have sworn that was part of the message sent out across the galaxy.

Kyle looked at Jan. Jan looked at Kyle. "You forgot," she accused flatly.

"I did not!" Kyle objected. "I was just... in a hurry. You know. Left them folded up. Somewhere."

Jan rolled her eyes, an action which brought a small smile to the Padawan's face. "No, you just hate the things. Any excuse! When we get back, I'm telling Master Luke, and he'll probably just hide everything that isn't the Jedi robes from your closet."

"Don't you dare," Kyle tried to be threatening, but failed. "Great." He looked at the Padawan, inspiration crossing his face. "I don't suppose I could borrow a set from someone?"

"You're not the only Master to make that mistake," she had to admit to herself that with so many people coming, it was bound to happen. This was just the first time she had seen it herself. "Once you get into the Great Hall, ask one of the Initiates there."

"Thanks," Kyle bowed slightly. "Come on Jan, let's get you to your books."

After they left did the Padawan realize she had forgotten to give the female her directions. But it didn't really matter as the Master would obviously know where to go.

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( Great Hall )

"Sithspit," Kyle swore under his breath as thousands of Force sensitives milled about. Many were Jedi in their robes, while many more were younglings and the like, all helping out. "This may be harder than I though," he admitted to Jan as they stayed out of the way of a group of younglings who were carrying... something into the hall.

"How do you want to do this?" Jan asked.

"Easy," Kyle replied. "Take that Padawan's advice." He looked around and saw someone who was standing by themselves, giving directions to others. "Come on."

Kyle walked up to the Jedi, not bothering to hide his approach. The other was a human or near-human, and seemed to have an excellent grasp on where everything and everyone needed to go. "Yes, Master?" He said, addressing Katarn who had waited patiently for an opening. "I'm sorry, I do not recognize you."

"Kyle Katarn," he said. "Look, I need to borrow some formal robes for this event."

"Master Jecinda is handling that. Third floor commissary. Is there anything else, Master Katarn?"

"Yeah, you can stop calling me Master," he asked under his breath. "Jan here is my pilot, she's going to wain in the Library. Can you give her directions?" He turned to Jan. "I'll see you later."

"See you," she said and stepped up to the direction giver. "Sorry about that. He's got a lot on his mind, else he would have shown me himself."

"Quite understandable, Miss. The Archives are to your right, through those large blue doors. Please don't get lost, we have enough to do today."

"Of course. And thank you."

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