these are the days, it never rains but it pours...

[falconing]

Who: The crew of the Huntress and all visitors!
Action: On board the Huntress.
When: The month of January!

It's a mingle! For our new crew, resolving various catastrophes, and assuring Han Solo he made the correct decision in becoming a good person. Please send help.

Comments

[beardstrokes]

Perhaps.

[ Hera had told him what Palpatine did. After that, everything fell into place. ]

. . . I'm not very fond of politics, I'm afraid. I negotiate because I am a neutral party and a time where I can prevent any fighting is preferable to me.

[resnipstance]

... So ... I'm guessing that Master-Padawan trips to the Senate to observe wasn't a tradition you started, then.

[beardstrokes]

Certainly not. Though it's not a terrible idea. A Jedi should be aware of how the galaxy changes.

[ He just . . . could not care less about them. ]

[resnipstance]

Of course.

... Though I'm starting to suspect that wasn't Anakin's entire reason.

[beardstrokes]

[ Dryly. ]

Whatever gave that away, I wonder. Was it his book keeping, perhaps?

[resnipstance]

[Ahsoka winces, a little sheepish.]

... You uh, caught that one, huh.

[beardstrokes]

It wasn't hard when you remember that Anakin is practically allergic to reading.

[resnipstance]

Hey, that's not fair! He reads. Sometimes.

[beardstrokes]

Yes, but spending two weeks doing it might be stretching the boundaries of reality itself.

[resnipstance]

I-- well, yes, but--

...

No, I can't really defend that one.

[beardstrokes]

There is no one who can.