Wed Apr 07, 2010 1:12 pm by Taralorn Melvarrik
*Taralorn awakens in one of the medical beds near the aft section of his ship. He didn't recall getting himself there, and he turns his head to see R2-13 gazing worriedly at him. The droid warbled happily and then spoke in basic.*
*Taralorn smiled slightly and pets the droid's domed head.*
=Taralorn Melvarrik=
"Thanks, old friend...what would I do without...."
*The ancient Jedi Master halts when he realizes he can't sense Trisdan's presence in the Force any longer. He stands up quickly, and floats off the ground, since the gravitational field wasn't working to well, which explained how his little droid companion could carry him to the medical bed. Using the Force to form a simple, protective atmosphere around himself, he makes his way to the cockpit. The pressure leak was plugged by R2-13's tools, ensuring some measure of safety in there. He set himself down and began to concentrate in the Force, trying to find his old friends presence.*
*Taralorn opened his eyes and looks at the Force Ghost of his friend. Trisdan grinned at Taralorn. Taralorn smiled back, but his eyes were tinged in sorrow.*
=Taralorn Melvarrik=
"Why'd you have to do it, Trisdan? We could have found so many other solutions..."
*Trisdan grins again, his glowing red eyes glint with so much life Taralorn could scarcely believe he's really dead,*
*Taralorn felt touched and upset at the same time. So many Ageless have already sacrificed themselves trying to protect him. He wished very often that they'd stop trying to do that. But at the same time he wondered if he truly deserved such love and devotion. Once again, he bore the burden of remembering another friend who fell in his name.
Somehow sensing his friends sorrow, Trisdan places his hand on Taralorn's shoulder, and his hand sizzled as he touched the living man.*
*Taralorn nods sadly and then looks up at Trisdan.*
=Taralorn Melvarrik=
"I have to go back to Felucia, Celina is in danger."
*Trisdan nods, he begins to fade as he speaks some final words,*
*As Trisdan faded away, Taralorn became aware of his communications console beeping for his attention. He presses it and hears the voice of one of Trisdan's ARC-170 crewmembers, they'd escaped from the Destroyer before it leaped into hyperspace, with the ship.*
=Taralorn Melvarrik=
"Get aboard my ship, I'll need help to initiate repairs if we're going to make it back to Felucia in time. I'll need a crew to help me man the weapons on the ship too."
*The Ageless Jedi clones acknowledge the order and board the Everlasting, fusing the ARC-170 to the side of the freighter. They begin repairs and also prepare to make for lightspeed as soon as they are able. R2-13 helps speed the repairs with his mechanic tools.
Quietly, Taralorn prays that the people on Felucia are enough to protect Celina. Especially Sorvetius Auvkahn, her master. He's put a lot of faith in the young Jedi Master, the Chief Monk of the Asgardian Order.*
=Taralorn Melvarrik=
"Please be everything I hope you are, Sorvetius...the fate of the Ageless may well be in your hands..."
*As soon as the hyperdrive motivators were working again, Taralorn made the jump to lightspeed, the rest of the repairs will continue in their journey.*
