***After “Message in a Bottle”***
The Talon was within the throes of hyperspace. A brilliant blue tunnel ever churning and never ending. Ben Kenobi, the Jedi Master, had just departed the massive space station along the Prelemian Trade Route called The Wheel. Now he was in hyperspace and traveling back to Alliance Space but he was not alone. Zorua Silver was with him, the Arkanian hybrid youth. He had spent a bit of personal time with her on The Wheel and he had not regretted it at all. He had learned of her pleasant nature and kind heart and he had learned almost instantly how special this girl was.
They had gone back to his ship which likely was not as spacious as Zasabi Ray’s Action V Transport but to Kenobi it was home and he had welcomed her into it, giving her one of the few cramped spaces he called quarters. The room was enough of the essentials; a single bed, footlocker at the end, a wall locker for more personal items too large for the prior container, a bed stand… and that was it.
He had made it perfectly clear though that she had the run of the ship if she would like. The Talon was not much. But Ben had owned the ship for cycles now and it was fit for a Jedi and his team. But for now there was time to kill and the Jedi Master always put said time to good use. After ensuring Zorua had become settled in and was refreshed from traveling, he arrived to the door of her quarters and tapped gently on the steel frame. Patiently he awaited her response and once she answered he greeted her with a warm smile, “I’ve got a little task ahead of me. If you’d like to join me I’ll be in the training room.”
The YT 2000’s training room was a modest size, just big enough for a broad open floor and a small yet generous table along the far wall with an asortment of some training aids. A few training droids were also along the wall though they were deactivated and silent. The walls, and floor of the room looked to have seen their share of abuse though the worst was all patched over crudely by Ben’s better than average craftsmanship skills. Though some things could not be covered up with paint. Some areas had dents or bad scorch marks where a blaster had gone off, there were even some sections of the floor that had some deep scratches and at least more than two cut marks made by the plasma weapon of the Jedi Knight.
But there were medical aids here too and in reality this room really gave off the vibe of a humble or just a simple dojo. It was clean and mostly taken care of. The sense of the room was one of determination and hard work. Many souls had passed through this room and Ben Kenobi had hoped and prayed that each one would have been made better by his guidance. It was all he could do; ensure his people were trained well and that they had the tools they needed to survive out there in a Galaxy that was less and less forgiving everyday.
Ben entered the room and picked up two small pads that he used when meditating on the Light of the Force. It was easier to concentrate when comfortable and the hard metal floor was not very ideal. Setting his pad down he took a seat and then set one right in front of him so that if Zorua chose to join him then she could also avoid the cold hard floor.
He had brought a little box of things with him as well as his staff that he usually carried around as a walking stick. He did not need one, Ben was not an old man, but it fit the image well enough and he could appreciate a good aesthetic.
From this point he set everything down and he leaned back with his hands resting on his knees. Falling into a gentle breathing exercise he patiently awaited the girl he had so recently met.