Jaxon Del wrote: ↑Tue Sep 23, 2025 6:50 amIt was then that an alarm in the cockpit rang out and he felt the ship drop from hyperspace. He glanced at the chronograph in the cargo hold after a near adrenaline dump. They were there already?! Time seemed to have entered hyperspace as well. How long had they been talking? How long had they been dueling?
Whatever.
"Come on! We're home!"
Butterflies stirred in his stomach as he said the words as he darted up to the cockpit as if he was in virtually no pain at all. He brushed the sweat from his forehead and radioed the temple who was a bit skeptical as to his story. Had his voice changed enough in three years to throw off their voice recognition system? He didn't know. Does one even notice their own voice? Not to mention that the shuttle was not known to the temple, this all made his story dubious at best.
As they entered the atmosphere four Jedi Starfighters formed up on them, two at the front and two at the rear. Jax helpfully waved at them but he wan't sure how much good that did. The fighters escorted them into the main hangar bay where the fighters landed beside them. They had been given instructions on what to do next but Jaxon merely just rolled his eyes. He was home and if they wanted to kill him, well...they could try. He smiled at Nomi and activated the controls for the boarding ramp which lowered onto the hangar floor.
"Lets get off this ship so I can kiss the ground once we get out."
He smirked once more, he felt genuinely happy, between the sparring and being home for the first time in years he was in a really good emotional spot right now for the first time in what felt like forever.
He grabbed his bag from the cargo hold and slowly made his way down the ramp, lightsaber hanging at his side. He may have ignored their instructions to wait on the ship but he wasn't about to be stupid and make a ton of sudden movements. Clones trained their weapons on the both of them, he wasn't sure he recognized any aura among them, so there was no way they recognized him. Two Jedi emerged in front of them and made their way to the ship, Jaxon cocked his head to the side and without warning he shouted at the top of his lungs.
"CHIO'!!!!!!!"
Some Things to Take Care Of... On Coruscant
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Nomi Jonan
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Some Things to Take Care Of... On Coruscant
(Continued from here.)
It's a new world. It's a new start. It's alive with the beating of young hearts.
It's a new day. It's a new plan.
It's waiting for me—
— Here I am!
It's a new day. It's a new plan.
It's waiting for me—
— Here I am!
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Nomi Jonan
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Re: Some Things to Take Care Of... On Coruscant
Nomi stretched her shoulders and followed the giddy-energy teen to the cockpit. She knew from his voice what the view of ‘home’ over his shoulder was about to be. Having a few seconds’ preparation wasn’t enough to give her a sense of how she felt about it, so she dropped self-evaluation from her priorities until later.
Jaxon’s fingers were already flying across the comm panels. There had still been a shower of white starbursts to each side of the cockpit as she stepped in, but the beacon points and flashes of spacecraft blipping in or out of hyperspace fell behind their field of vision as she dropped into the copilots seat.
Nomi refrained from contributing anything to the eventful comms discussion. Her display of Jedi patience and restraint allowed her a few moments to appropriately side-eye the nineteen year old Padawan while she rolled her neck, then deftly untwisted her hair, and neatened the glossy dark braids before coiling it back into her original bun. It had been Jaxon’s heading. He could deal with getting them planetside without some kind of detainment, explosion, or political event.
She acknowledged the city-planet, the solar mirrors, the bustling marked space lanes that spiraled down into converging streams of ships passing through marked orbital lines and scanners. Jaxon wasn’t using any of those; obviously. She replaced her hairpins. Once Jaxon was sufficiently tied-up but winning his negotiation with some agitated security, the patient Guardian woman neatly backhanded the side of his head and returned his smirk.
“Remind me to check your heading next time we let you fly. I think you have brain damage; happens to the best of us though.”
Three years for him, Jaxon’s lifetime for her. Home felt different.
She could tell that it would have been different even without the psychotic secret Sith chancellor’s seat of galactic power across the district from them. Or the fighter escort into the almost barren main hangar. Or the empty pit she felt in her stomach for reunions she’d hoped for that could never happen, and… answers that she still didn’t have for anyone here even if she could trust them enough.
Even without Jaxon… she could tell the Temple was still theirs. With Jaxon it was even easier — he was practically bouncing with energy about it. She’d seen the fantastic improvement in the way he snatched up his bag, and he was only getting happier with every step. Sparring had helped, but he was ready to come home. He’d keyed his heading in well before that, and Nomi could feel the strain fading away from him while he walked comfortably-cautious down the ramp.
Nomi breathed in the familiar air again. She felt more at peace about this by the second. Energy hummed in her while she waited in plain sight on the short ramp, but she didn’t make other movements yet while Jaxon did his thing. She could see from the tense strain of the rifles that these troopers were so overwhelmed.
Qareth wasn’t, but his core family were still here. There wouldn’t be many of Nomi’s anymore... Hopefully some.
Something like a lithe shadow slipped out through an exit before she’d really seen it, and she tempered her hopes.
"CHIO’!!!!!!!”
A grin quirked the right corner of her mouth when Jaxon bellowed his friend’s name... Hers had sounded about like that when she was shouting at Julian in the woods three weeks ago.
Nomi watched the two young men with a light smile. Things were not alright here—they’d caused this much of a stir and the Temple only had two Jedi to spare for it? But seeing Chio’ and Jaxon, she didn’t waste worry about his safety anymore. He was home.
She rolled a shoulder and stretched her arm little for the sake of it — If anyone here did know her, it would have been alarming if she’d kept perfectly still anyway. There were enough Guardians left here… even the tired troopers would be used to them.
A different shadow let itself in at one of the entrances; this one less graceful than the first she’d glimpsed. Nomi’s brown eyes locked onto the massive hexapod creature, black-furred, with the early signs of a little grey in a few places. Lion-sized but with squarer, more wolfish proportions, with three pairs of legs instead two. — Or it should have; this one was missing its front right paw and most of that limb. She wondered what had happened there. Still; if there was any beast that could spare a leg, it was this one. Nomi almost snorted at the thought. She would have shouted but for some reason the woman’s voice was a lump stuck in her throat.
The altered Codru-Ji male didn’t seem bothered by the leg. Her voice might have been sticking but his was not. The booming bark that cracked twice across the hangar only seemed to reach her a second before the huge wolf did. She stepped one step further down the ramp just enough to be bowled off of it by a 400lb creature that knew its strength well enough not to actually crush her when it barreled them both off the side of the ramp onto the hangar floor.
“Scruff!” The tanned woman got the word out at it, but she was busier burying herself in the massive canine tangle of too-many legs and a beating club of a tail. Garruuf snorted and continued barking, smelling, and licking tears off of her almost faster than she could make them.
Nomi let the clones and three Jedi do whatever they wished for a few moments and buried her face against the creature’s neck. Home felt right now.
"I missed you," she told it with a laugh at how unnecessary that was. Garruuf snorted and didn't let her back up for another several seconds.
The rifles had calmed down by then. There had only been seven of the Codru-Ji and almost as many large cat creatures when she left. There might not even be half of those anymore, from the little she'd had the heart to ask Julian about. The troopers would have been used to them though.
"Hello," she told Chio' and the Jedi she didn't recognize when she finally wiped her face and stood up. The wolf came almost to her waist, remaining close against her side. "It's been a while. I heard that it wasn't a very goood time."
Jaxon’s fingers were already flying across the comm panels. There had still been a shower of white starbursts to each side of the cockpit as she stepped in, but the beacon points and flashes of spacecraft blipping in or out of hyperspace fell behind their field of vision as she dropped into the copilots seat.
Nomi refrained from contributing anything to the eventful comms discussion. Her display of Jedi patience and restraint allowed her a few moments to appropriately side-eye the nineteen year old Padawan while she rolled her neck, then deftly untwisted her hair, and neatened the glossy dark braids before coiling it back into her original bun. It had been Jaxon’s heading. He could deal with getting them planetside without some kind of detainment, explosion, or political event.
She acknowledged the city-planet, the solar mirrors, the bustling marked space lanes that spiraled down into converging streams of ships passing through marked orbital lines and scanners. Jaxon wasn’t using any of those; obviously. She replaced her hairpins. Once Jaxon was sufficiently tied-up but winning his negotiation with some agitated security, the patient Guardian woman neatly backhanded the side of his head and returned his smirk.
“Remind me to check your heading next time we let you fly. I think you have brain damage; happens to the best of us though.”
Three years for him, Jaxon’s lifetime for her. Home felt different.
She could tell that it would have been different even without the psychotic secret Sith chancellor’s seat of galactic power across the district from them. Or the fighter escort into the almost barren main hangar. Or the empty pit she felt in her stomach for reunions she’d hoped for that could never happen, and… answers that she still didn’t have for anyone here even if she could trust them enough.
Even without Jaxon… she could tell the Temple was still theirs. With Jaxon it was even easier — he was practically bouncing with energy about it. She’d seen the fantastic improvement in the way he snatched up his bag, and he was only getting happier with every step. Sparring had helped, but he was ready to come home. He’d keyed his heading in well before that, and Nomi could feel the strain fading away from him while he walked comfortably-cautious down the ramp.
Nomi breathed in the familiar air again. She felt more at peace about this by the second. Energy hummed in her while she waited in plain sight on the short ramp, but she didn’t make other movements yet while Jaxon did his thing. She could see from the tense strain of the rifles that these troopers were so overwhelmed.
Qareth wasn’t, but his core family were still here. There wouldn’t be many of Nomi’s anymore... Hopefully some.
Something like a lithe shadow slipped out through an exit before she’d really seen it, and she tempered her hopes.
"CHIO’!!!!!!!”
A grin quirked the right corner of her mouth when Jaxon bellowed his friend’s name... Hers had sounded about like that when she was shouting at Julian in the woods three weeks ago.
Nomi watched the two young men with a light smile. Things were not alright here—they’d caused this much of a stir and the Temple only had two Jedi to spare for it? But seeing Chio’ and Jaxon, she didn’t waste worry about his safety anymore. He was home.
She rolled a shoulder and stretched her arm little for the sake of it — If anyone here did know her, it would have been alarming if she’d kept perfectly still anyway. There were enough Guardians left here… even the tired troopers would be used to them.
A different shadow let itself in at one of the entrances; this one less graceful than the first she’d glimpsed. Nomi’s brown eyes locked onto the massive hexapod creature, black-furred, with the early signs of a little grey in a few places. Lion-sized but with squarer, more wolfish proportions, with three pairs of legs instead two. — Or it should have; this one was missing its front right paw and most of that limb. She wondered what had happened there. Still; if there was any beast that could spare a leg, it was this one. Nomi almost snorted at the thought. She would have shouted but for some reason the woman’s voice was a lump stuck in her throat.
The altered Codru-Ji male didn’t seem bothered by the leg. Her voice might have been sticking but his was not. The booming bark that cracked twice across the hangar only seemed to reach her a second before the huge wolf did. She stepped one step further down the ramp just enough to be bowled off of it by a 400lb creature that knew its strength well enough not to actually crush her when it barreled them both off the side of the ramp onto the hangar floor.
“Scruff!” The tanned woman got the word out at it, but she was busier burying herself in the massive canine tangle of too-many legs and a beating club of a tail. Garruuf snorted and continued barking, smelling, and licking tears off of her almost faster than she could make them.
Nomi let the clones and three Jedi do whatever they wished for a few moments and buried her face against the creature’s neck. Home felt right now.
"I missed you," she told it with a laugh at how unnecessary that was. Garruuf snorted and didn't let her back up for another several seconds.
The rifles had calmed down by then. There had only been seven of the Codru-Ji and almost as many large cat creatures when she left. There might not even be half of those anymore, from the little she'd had the heart to ask Julian about. The troopers would have been used to them though.
"Hello," she told Chio' and the Jedi she didn't recognize when she finally wiped her face and stood up. The wolf came almost to her waist, remaining close against her side. "It's been a while. I heard that it wasn't a very goood time."
It's a new world. It's a new start. It's alive with the beating of young hearts.
It's a new day. It's a new plan.
It's waiting for me—
— Here I am!
It's a new day. It's a new plan.
It's waiting for me—
— Here I am!
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Chio’ Amanté
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Re: Some Things to Take Care Of... On Coruscant
He had been eating and was rudely interrupted...again. This time by Temple Security regarding a concerning shuttle with a story that sounded too good to be true. Normally he would not be this annoyed, but things had a tendency to happen when he was eating. It was like the universe and maybe even the Sith had conspired to ensure he was too malnourished to put up a fight when push came to shove. He took one last rebellious bite of his still warm food and stood up from the table. The young and very new Jedi Knight motioned to his former Master and shared a glance, through years together in a Master and Padawan relationship the two often knew what the other was thinking at any given moment, they worked well together and had formed a close relationship. Now that Chio' was finally a Knight, he did not need his Master's permission or guidance but going alone into a potentially hostile situation in the hangar, there was no one Chio' wanted to accompany him more.
The two met side by side and matched their stride. Chio' took his weapon from his belt and verified the settings, he had been sparring with a Padawan earlier in the day and while he knew the weapon like the back of his hand and was certain he had taken it out of training mode, checking it was not a bad idea. Once satisfied, he twirled the hilt in his hand and attached to his belt, his former Master nodded in satisfaction at the meticulousness his former Padawan displayed. The elder Jedi glanced over in mid stride as they approached the hangar bay.
"Don't get your hopes up."
He said out of a Master's care for his former Padawan. Chio' turned his head slightly.
"They're not, we haven't heard from him in two years. He's dead or...worse. Whoever this has some explaining to do. Frankly, my hopes are that this doesn't turn into a incident in the middle of the damn Hangar bay."
He looked at message on his wrist commlink, all unnecessary personnel had been evacuated from the hangar should things turn ugly. They entered the hangar through the only open access point, the others had been sealed off. Scruff had tagged along with them and the young Knight gave the wolf a side eyed stare as the young man turned to seal off the hangar completely. It was then that the landing ramp of the shuttle lowered, the clones in unison trained their rifles on the man and woman walking down the exit ramp. Chio's eyebrows narrowed as he felt his palm itch for his lightsaber, just as he was about to draw it he recognized the face. It couldn't be. It absolutely couldn't be.
He heard his voice bellowed in an octave that could have shattered glass, his heart jumped into his throat and he dashed towards the boarding ramp of the shuttle and through his arms around his best friend who was somehow very much alive. The two young men hugged for what seemed like forever as Scruff tackled the unknown Jedi on the ramp with Jax he saw her fall off the side and for a moment looked mildly concerned. Once it was more than clear that the two knew each other quite well.
"JAX! I thought you were dead! where have you been?!"
He pulled away from the embrace and looked his best friend up an down, taking in what seemed to be nothing more than a dream, but was in fact quite real. Jaxon looked good...ish. There was slight difference in muscle tone from one side of his torso to the other but he expected that would be answered in due time. Meanwhile, in his periphery the Jedi woman stood up and wiped her face free from Scruff slobber.
"Hello, I'm Chio' Amante. I'm not sure I know you for it to have been awhile, but things haven't been so bad. We're used to it, been the same for basically my whole life. Ups and downs, peaks and valley, ya know?"
Chio' noted his best friend's braid, something that was decidedly absent from his own head of hair. He was glad that he had kept it through whatever he had been through, it was a silent indicator that through it all Jax was still a Jedi at his court.
"And I'm sorry, rude on my end, who might you be?"
The two met side by side and matched their stride. Chio' took his weapon from his belt and verified the settings, he had been sparring with a Padawan earlier in the day and while he knew the weapon like the back of his hand and was certain he had taken it out of training mode, checking it was not a bad idea. Once satisfied, he twirled the hilt in his hand and attached to his belt, his former Master nodded in satisfaction at the meticulousness his former Padawan displayed. The elder Jedi glanced over in mid stride as they approached the hangar bay.
"Don't get your hopes up."
He said out of a Master's care for his former Padawan. Chio' turned his head slightly.
"They're not, we haven't heard from him in two years. He's dead or...worse. Whoever this has some explaining to do. Frankly, my hopes are that this doesn't turn into a incident in the middle of the damn Hangar bay."
He looked at message on his wrist commlink, all unnecessary personnel had been evacuated from the hangar should things turn ugly. They entered the hangar through the only open access point, the others had been sealed off. Scruff had tagged along with them and the young Knight gave the wolf a side eyed stare as the young man turned to seal off the hangar completely. It was then that the landing ramp of the shuttle lowered, the clones in unison trained their rifles on the man and woman walking down the exit ramp. Chio's eyebrows narrowed as he felt his palm itch for his lightsaber, just as he was about to draw it he recognized the face. It couldn't be. It absolutely couldn't be.
He heard his voice bellowed in an octave that could have shattered glass, his heart jumped into his throat and he dashed towards the boarding ramp of the shuttle and through his arms around his best friend who was somehow very much alive. The two young men hugged for what seemed like forever as Scruff tackled the unknown Jedi on the ramp with Jax he saw her fall off the side and for a moment looked mildly concerned. Once it was more than clear that the two knew each other quite well.
"JAX! I thought you were dead! where have you been?!"
He pulled away from the embrace and looked his best friend up an down, taking in what seemed to be nothing more than a dream, but was in fact quite real. Jaxon looked good...ish. There was slight difference in muscle tone from one side of his torso to the other but he expected that would be answered in due time. Meanwhile, in his periphery the Jedi woman stood up and wiped her face free from Scruff slobber.
"Hello, I'm Chio' Amante. I'm not sure I know you for it to have been awhile, but things haven't been so bad. We're used to it, been the same for basically my whole life. Ups and downs, peaks and valley, ya know?"
Chio' noted his best friend's braid, something that was decidedly absent from his own head of hair. He was glad that he had kept it through whatever he had been through, it was a silent indicator that through it all Jax was still a Jedi at his court.
"And I'm sorry, rude on my end, who might you be?"
"Lightsaber blades burn if you're not careful. Don't ask me how I know that...seriously."