[D7 EM] Waking up blue

[Alysele Cortess]

"A lone Jedi knight brings peace and order to the lawless Outer Rim. I wouldn't bet on it."

She sighed, and leaned back into the bed. "You would make a good Jedi, you know?"

[Durasay Mixo]

Durasay was quiet. He simply looked at her, a puzzled expression on his face. Him, a Jedi? He had turned down once while in the military.

"You think so?"

[Alysele Cortess]

"You're a good man who's determined not to give up." She shrugged. "Better than me at least, and hey, I wear the robes, have the saber."

She shrugged. "It's tough... you make mistakes, but we all do. At least, that is what they keep telling me. Have you talked to any of the masters?"

[Durasay Mixo]

"Other than the briefest of conversation at that luncheon, no." He shook his head again, keeping his eyes on her.

"Any you think I should talk to?"

[Alysele Cortess]

Alysele frowned. Good question. "Perhaps Master Lorne, if you ever catch him. He is a veteran warrior for one. He is gruff, and set in his ways, but his heart is in a good place. Master Thun perhaps, she is based here, in Nar Shadda actually. Perhaps Master Shan?" Her voice was a bit uncertain.

[Durasay Mixo]

"The war hero?" He raised an eyebrow in questioning. He considered the names. The only one he knew by reputation was Shan, and that's only what came down the holonet.

"Maybe I'll take a walk around the Republic compound later. See who I find?"

[Alysele Cortess]

"The war hero?" He raised an eyebrow in questioning. He considered the names. The only one he knew by reputation was Shan, and that's only what came down the holonet.

"Maybe I'll take a walk around the Republic compound later. See who I find?"

"Yeah, him. I don't think he's on the moon at the moment." Irony, thy name is... irony. "That does sound like a good plan... perhaps I can show you around if you'd like?" She asked curiously.

[Durasay Mixo]

"... I'd like that, Aly." He smiled softly at her. The conversation was quiet, subdued. Even being in a situation where they had every right to rage and rile up, it was as if just talking helped.

Kind of. Deep down, Durasay was not pleased. His friend had nearly been killed, again. The target had gotten away.

Justice was not done. This had to be fixed.

"Think they will discharge you today?"

[Alysele Cortess]

"Well whatever happens I am leaving today." She smiled. "Staying here will only make things worse. I don't think I can take the food."