Ossus
Zekk steps outside of the doorway, blinking in the harsh glow of the setting sun. Wait - setting sun? It had been morning when he had left. He frowns, running a hand through his ebony hair as he thinks, glancing down at his chronometer. According to the date on his time piece, almost two weeks had passed since he discovered Milliways.
Sithspit, two weeks!? He was more than just late for his meeting Masters Skywalker and Soulsar. He doesn’t care though, thoughts more preoccupied with a certain brown haired Jedi. Frowning, he leans against the artifact and crosses his arms over his chest as he thinks.
“Zekk, hey, Zekk!”
He looks up, green eyes narrowing in the dark to see a figure sprinting in his direction. Great, just what I need, he thinks, recognizing the other Jedi. Durron.
“Where have you been?” Kyp asks as he comes to a halt in front of the younger Jedi.
Well, apparently some time passed. “What’s the date?”
Kyp looks at him, puzzled at the question but proceeds to rattle off a date anyway.
“I’ve been gone two weeks,” he says vaguely, looking downward as he thinks this over.
“Where?”
“Uh, Mil-“ He pauses. “I got a call from Peckhum. Needed my help.”
“Funny, I saw the Rod in the docking bay when I arrived a couple of days ago.”
Zekk shrugs, trying to look nonchalant around him. “That’s because I took my seedship.”
“Right, Zekk. Are you going to use this excuse on Master Skywalker too?” He smirks. “It’s not going to work.”
Son of a Hutt, Zekk thinks, glaring at the other man. He should have known better than to lie to a fellow Jedi. “Fine. How much time do you have?”
Kyp grins. “Plenty.”
Sithspit, two weeks!? He was more than just late for his meeting Masters Skywalker and Soulsar. He doesn’t care though, thoughts more preoccupied with a certain brown haired Jedi. Frowning, he leans against the artifact and crosses his arms over his chest as he thinks.
“Zekk, hey, Zekk!”
He looks up, green eyes narrowing in the dark to see a figure sprinting in his direction. Great, just what I need, he thinks, recognizing the other Jedi. Durron.
“Where have you been?” Kyp asks as he comes to a halt in front of the younger Jedi.
Well, apparently some time passed. “What’s the date?”
Kyp looks at him, puzzled at the question but proceeds to rattle off a date anyway.
“I’ve been gone two weeks,” he says vaguely, looking downward as he thinks this over.
“Where?”
“Uh, Mil-“ He pauses. “I got a call from Peckhum. Needed my help.”
“Funny, I saw the Rod in the docking bay when I arrived a couple of days ago.”
Zekk shrugs, trying to look nonchalant around him. “That’s because I took my seedship.”
“Right, Zekk. Are you going to use this excuse on Master Skywalker too?” He smirks. “It’s not going to work.”
Son of a Hutt, Zekk thinks, glaring at the other man. He should have known better than to lie to a fellow Jedi. “Fine. How much time do you have?”
Kyp grins. “Plenty.”