Squeeze of Tython
I walked back to my ship--funny how I was calling it my ship now. I guess a few months and it sure seemed like mine. Then again, considering the droid brain that helped me fly it seemed to automate some elements of the process rather than actually acting like another potentially owning agent, I could be excused for thinking it all mine.
I sent a brief staff message to Gulan informing him I was headed back to Tython to continue my work as unofficial ambassador until the next critical need, and that we would continue using Master Veskasa Jansen as our point of contact. A few minutes later, several crates of medical supplies were routed to my ship and notes to include those on the next delivery run were left in their place.
Another short staff message thanking him for understanding and I was on my way back to Tython.
I started to feel more connected to the Force, doing the Alchaka meditations on my way through hyperspace. It wasn't much, but I was sure every bit helped.
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Angel of Mercy, Tython Control," the comm buzzed. "Docking Bay 2, come on down. You're just in time for the midday meal. Master Rogan said that's where you'll find him."
They were used to me. Comfortable with me. Like this was where I was supposed to be.
I landed in Docking Bay 2 and their Customs Jedi waved me and my customary box of medical supplies through. Once I dropped off the supplies, I headed for the cafeteria and found Master Rogan. "You seem comfortable," he observed.
I blinked. "Shouldn't I be?"
"Perhaps. Suddenly you're a lot more self-conscious," Rogan noted.
"How--what--huh?" I sputtered.
"You don't become a Jedi Master by collecting bottle caps," Master Healer Rogan joked. "I collected memories, stories, and years instead; I've learned a lot from all of them."
I blew out a breath. "I suppose you don't."
"Incidentally, we're going to the Council Chamber after lunch, you and me both. There's a bit of business we need to take care of."
Business? That's concerning.
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Rogan led me into the Council Chamber of the Temple. Seated in a circle were the different members of the Tython Jedi Council. If I were a spy, or an excellent observer, I'd probably try to catalog all of them, notice as many things as I could. The thing I noticed, though, was that Rogan arrived at his seat on the Council before I was addressed. "For those of you who haven't met him, this is Riphath Althean," Master Rogan stated. "I had the pleasure of making his acquaintance when he first arrived to provide the superior cybernetics. It was then I knew he was generous. It wasn't until later that I learned of his other excellent qualities. Through our time of transition he has been insightful--indeed, at least a few of the suggestions I brought were truthfully his. He was not born a Jedi, he was not raised a Jedi, he was not trained a Jedi...but before you stands a man lives up to the Jedi Code, emblematic of the ideals that guide us." He looked to his left and then to his right, noting the reactions of the other members of the Council.
"In light of these facts, Riphath," he said, retrieving a box from behind his chair, "I am pleased to declare you a Jedi Consular and present to you this token to identify you as a friend to all Jedi." Rogan handed me a bronze medallion the size and color of a one-credit chit, with the insignia of the Jedi Order on its face. On the back, an ignited lightsaber was visible in the foreground with the Tython Jedi Temple in the background.
"I'm honored," I answered.
"This title also comes with a mission," Rogan said. "When checking through this Temple to determine if it was safe to occupy, our Sentinels also discovered references to two other temples on the continent. Considering Tython largely consists of Jedi who are injured or not well suited to exploration and discovery, we determined that Darra Thel-Tanis should go." Rogan smiled to himself. "She specified that she wanted you to go with her. This is not mandatory, but--"
"--I'll do it," I said, surprising even myself.
Rogan grinned. "I was hoping you'd agree to go. You've been very good for her and I'd like to see if that continues. Darra has everything you'll need, and the two of you can leave tomorrow. If you have anything in your ship that you would want to carry with you on a journey of multiple weeks, you should retrieve it."
Oh druk what have I gotten into? Another one of those long walks, I suppose.
A/N: Long walks are apparently becoming part of Riphath's idiom.