The never ending mission...
Padawan Dame Breia Solo stood before the line of ships. After discovering the gift of the Coruscanti Chancellor had given, Corellia Ryloth and even Nal Hutta had not wanted to be left out. She thought they had given their gift only to assure that they were thought of fondly by the Jedi, but that might be her own cynicism talking.
Of course the Hutt had supplied ships built by the Kuati, but it was the thought after all.
Seven medium cargo vessels were already en route to the other planets where the Order had Monasteries, one for each. The courier class ships given had been divided up so every one of the eight monasteries had four, and just to show equanimity, they had been split up so everyone was represented on the core systems. She sighed. While each of the other cargo ships were as yet unnamed, (Merely being called Jedi transport one to seven) there were more than enough names in the rolls of their dead for each of the couriers to receive names. Master Hontu was the only one with a cargo ship named after him.
She walked down the line. At the end was the computer panel, and she knew by asking it the list would be displayed. Every name of those 32 ships would strike a cord in her heart. She had known or learned of every one of them.
Only four were assigned to Coruscant. Four of the ships gleamed before her on the tarmac beside her own, waiting for their next assignments. Their crews, their missions...
Padawan Sani of Naboo was remaining assigned to Coruscant along with three others. She could think of nothing that fit what they had lost more this last month than the ships that still sat waiting.
She reached up to touch the nose of each. Master Sookor of Echana, A sleek arrowhead shape like her own Hawk Flight. She would go on to Ossus as soon as a flight crew could be assigned. Master Gretu of Triseki, the sweeping lines of the Ryloth shipyards. And Padawan Yaka of Ithor. He would have probably been confused if he’d seen the ship that represented him. Irony was something he hadn’t mastered.
The Kuati designed ships that were not only fast, but heavily armed. Not two but 3 chain guns, a rotary fast reload launcher with six missiles. It looked like a pirate, named after the most gentle being she had ever known.
Padawan teacher Yodai was bouncing down the lane toward the tarmac, Padawan Learner Samsun though almost three times his height was almost jogging to keep up.
“Bought all the stores you have?” Yodai asked.
“And tea is fully stocked?”
“Of course, Master.”
“Then leave we can?”
“If you let me go to the bathroom first!”
Yodai stopped, looking up at the tall man. “Should have gone before we left.”
Samsun stared at him, then grinned. “That’s a joke, right?”
“Joke I never do.” Yodai turned, an eyelid dropping in a lazy wink at Breia. “Ready you are Padawan Solo?”
Breia shook her head. “I am still waiting for my new Padawan learner.” She sighed. “Perhaps you should allow Samsun to run to the bathroom before we leave?”
“Control very important. Younglings must learn control. Of everything.” He glanced slyly at the young man. “Bladders especially.”
“All right, I know that was a joke!”
The elders chuckled. He dashed aboard Master Gretu of Triseki.
“Assigned you are where?”
“I am off to Mandalore. They want to have a Jedi handle the negotiations between the hiring authority and the Duros. And you?”
“To Lortu I am bound. End the war with Berodilo and Duloc they wish.”
“It’s about time. That war is older than I am.”
A figure in robe was walking toward them. Breia’s heart stopped. Yaka?
The Ithorian stopped, bowing. “Masters.”
They acknowledged her. She turned to Breia. “Master Solo, I am Meeri. I have been assigned as your Padawan Learner.”
“How did you do in sword training?”
“While I do not like the idea of using a weapon, I understand that it might become necessary.”
“It might.” Breia agreed. “Can you cook?”
“This is not something I learned, Master.”
“Call me Breia. The one thing to remember is that most beings do not eat all of their food raw. I can cook, but there will be times when I am too busy with the problem we are dealing with to cook, so you will have to learn some cooking.” She turned, walking toward Hawk Flight. “The first thing you will learn to cook is one of my old apprentice’s favorites. They are called Pancakes. As long as you stay away from the Coruscanti glow spice syrup and the Fire spice syrup. ..
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