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The door closes, and all three of you take in a collective gulp of fresh air as you spit out your rebreathers. But Potkin’s already moving, gesturing to the other Jedi gathered – two humans, and a species you only recognize thanks to the files from the <span class="mu-i">Bantha</span>.
“As you can see, Masters Robilo Darté, Koffi Arana, and Jastus Far have already joined us,” Potkin continues, gesturing to the assembled Jedi assembled in a half-circle of empty crates.
Darté looks no different than his picture, if more wary than he had been at the start of the Clone Wars. He’d fought in the Battle of Parcelus Minor, a disastrous engagement that came close to being a second Battle of Jabiim with how many lives were lost. The swampy planet overflowing with biomass made it impossible for the fleet land their heavy equipment. Republic Intelligence had also failed, underestimating the Separatist forces by a factor of ten.
He had fought well, in spite of the odds stacked against him. But he had faced the full might of a Base Delta Zero, when the Separatist Commander began an indiscriminate orbital bombardment. The turbolasers ignited the flammable tzeotine resin created by the plant life, causing a mass conflagration to spread across the entire planet. Darté was forced to abandon his wounded troops during the evacuation as the flames and bombardment spiraled out of control. He’d lost not only his eye, but a full ninety percent of his clone troopers.
He nods politely, if somewhat gruffly as you all enter the room. “Force be with you, brothers. Sister.”
It seems that in spite of the worst luck in the opening months of the war, he’s made a recovery. You return the gesture with a small bow from the waist. “And with you as well, Master Darté.”
Jastus Farr, you know less about. Beyond the fact that he had been a Jedi General and a Guardian prior to the war, he had been a Jedi Brute in the Temple Security Force – the first line of defense who used their imposing physique to scare away pranksters or troublemakers. While he hadn’t donned the robes, golden lightsaber and armor of the Temple Guards, Farr is one of the few Jedi (including Master Larid) to wield a double-bladed lightsaber.
Koffi Arana is the one to watch out for. Arrogant, passionate, and all of the other buzzwords that Master Yoda would’ve said were detrimental to attaining oneness with the Force. The general inclines his head sharply at Sia-Lan, but otherwise regards Ma’kis with a cool stare. Then his gaze passes onto you with an almost causal indifference, before his eyes suddenly narrow, as if sizing you up.
Potkin pauses briefly, glancing at you, then offers her hand. “I am Master Potkin. If you need anything, please let me know.”
You stare at the hand, then at her. But just as she's about to withdraw it, you take it cautiously. “Ren. Jedi Knight.”
Admittedly blunt and definitely terse, but you aren’t sharing any more information than necessary.
(cont.)