OOM: Ossus supply run. wooo shopping.
Tahiri sighs and runs a hand through her hair. "Look, I know I'm not Fel, but I swear I'm his approved advocate in this case. I gave you all the right credentials."
The blue woman on the other end of the connection doesn't seem convinced. "No, he can't come to a comm booth right now. What? Jedi Mind Tri-- no! Look, it's not that big a deal. Just transfer the credi-- yes I know. What? I gave you that password already. Can you just-- Thank you."
Next time, by god, she is going to make Zekk take care of all of this.
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Sneaking around the Jedi Academy in the dead of night is easier than most people imagine. With such a high concentration of Jedi in one place, they tend to shut down their feelings and emotions to avoid deafening their friends and teachers. Emotional walls keep the world out and the self in.
Of course, Tahiri has a bit of an advantage in this department. A few seconds of meditation and she can withdraw from the Force, pushing down the normal human senses and allowing the Yuuzhan Vong side to flood out from the secret hollow in her chest. There are no Yuuzhan Vong on Ossus, so in effect she is as invisible to the Jedi's presence as they are to hers. There is a blind moment of panic when she thinks of Jacen (he could sense me like this, oh please let him be anywhere but in the Academy tonight), but she pushes the thought away.
It can't be helped, and worrying about it only clouds her mind. At least she's had practice moving silently through the halls on bare feet, knows which corners provide the most cover from secret holocams. Raynar has long since left the medbay, and the duty chart outide the door says Cighal has the night off. There are a couple of young trainees sleeping on soft cots but they do not wake when she passes.
Two medkits and half a dozen bacta patches go into the bag, and then Tahiri slips quietly out, heading for the training level.
The large exercise room looks almost spooky at this time of night, Skorch equipment and medicine balls looming like malformed giants in the shadows. Tahiri doesn't dare try and twist the holocams with the Force-- such a thing would be felt immediately by whoever was on the night's watch and her little jaunt would be over. Yun-Ne'Shel, let them be tired and careless.
She finally reaches the workshop and pauses just inside the door to regain her bearings. Workbenches to the right, parts to the left. Upper bins or lower? Pawing through bits and pieces of mechanical doo-dads feels deliciously wrong in this state of mind, but she doesn't let herself dwell on it. She almost drops a recharger but manages to catch it before it hits the ground.
Time to wrap this up, she thinks, grabbing a few more power cells and tossing them in the bag. She pauses at the door again on her way out, then scribbles a quick note about needing resupply. Wouldn't be fair for someone to come looking for parts and not get what they needed.
Swinging by the enormous kitchen on her way out is almost reflex-- there's a box of Gamorrean snack-crackers on the counter and a half-empty bottle of blue milk in the chiller. She grabs them both, not really stopping to think why. Because they're there? Because she hasn't had a really good glass of blue milk in months? Maybe a little of both.
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The last stop before she returns to Milliways is her own room, bare and unfriendly. No, nothing here she needs-- wait, maybe a spare jumpsuit or two.
Zekk didn't ask for anything from his room, but she checks anyway, just in case. The odd way he said goodbye... she wonders perhaps if he is sick. Not homesick or he'd have offered to come with her, but maybe...
His closet is almost as bare as hers, but she grabs the best set of robes she can find and another pair of boots. Not that Zekk needs them, but... yeah. Just in case.
The blue woman on the other end of the connection doesn't seem convinced. "No, he can't come to a comm booth right now. What? Jedi Mind Tri-- no! Look, it's not that big a deal. Just transfer the credi-- yes I know. What? I gave you that password already. Can you just-- Thank you."
Next time, by god, she is going to make Zekk take care of all of this.
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Sneaking around the Jedi Academy in the dead of night is easier than most people imagine. With such a high concentration of Jedi in one place, they tend to shut down their feelings and emotions to avoid deafening their friends and teachers. Emotional walls keep the world out and the self in.
Of course, Tahiri has a bit of an advantage in this department. A few seconds of meditation and she can withdraw from the Force, pushing down the normal human senses and allowing the Yuuzhan Vong side to flood out from the secret hollow in her chest. There are no Yuuzhan Vong on Ossus, so in effect she is as invisible to the Jedi's presence as they are to hers. There is a blind moment of panic when she thinks of Jacen (he could sense me like this, oh please let him be anywhere but in the Academy tonight), but she pushes the thought away.
It can't be helped, and worrying about it only clouds her mind. At least she's had practice moving silently through the halls on bare feet, knows which corners provide the most cover from secret holocams. Raynar has long since left the medbay, and the duty chart outide the door says Cighal has the night off. There are a couple of young trainees sleeping on soft cots but they do not wake when she passes.
Two medkits and half a dozen bacta patches go into the bag, and then Tahiri slips quietly out, heading for the training level.
The large exercise room looks almost spooky at this time of night, Skorch equipment and medicine balls looming like malformed giants in the shadows. Tahiri doesn't dare try and twist the holocams with the Force-- such a thing would be felt immediately by whoever was on the night's watch and her little jaunt would be over. Yun-Ne'Shel, let them be tired and careless.
She finally reaches the workshop and pauses just inside the door to regain her bearings. Workbenches to the right, parts to the left. Upper bins or lower? Pawing through bits and pieces of mechanical doo-dads feels deliciously wrong in this state of mind, but she doesn't let herself dwell on it. She almost drops a recharger but manages to catch it before it hits the ground.
Time to wrap this up, she thinks, grabbing a few more power cells and tossing them in the bag. She pauses at the door again on her way out, then scribbles a quick note about needing resupply. Wouldn't be fair for someone to come looking for parts and not get what they needed.
Swinging by the enormous kitchen on her way out is almost reflex-- there's a box of Gamorrean snack-crackers on the counter and a half-empty bottle of blue milk in the chiller. She grabs them both, not really stopping to think why. Because they're there? Because she hasn't had a really good glass of blue milk in months? Maybe a little of both.
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The last stop before she returns to Milliways is her own room, bare and unfriendly. No, nothing here she needs-- wait, maybe a spare jumpsuit or two.
Zekk didn't ask for anything from his room, but she checks anyway, just in case. The odd way he said goodbye... she wonders perhaps if he is sick. Not homesick or he'd have offered to come with her, but maybe...
His closet is almost as bare as hers, but she grabs the best set of robes she can find and another pair of boots. Not that Zekk needs them, but... yeah. Just in case.