&* – fcrcepilot

the sight of the saber on his person was more than
enough to keep the in denial, force sensitive pilot on
some type of constant alert. – but, her features did seem
to relax. she lowered the blaster only a tad, keeping
her sharp ( but young ) eyes locked on the man.
– adi wasn’t going to let it go until he answered some simple,
yet aggressive questions. 

“– - what do you WANT?”

         hands tighten on his saber hilt, rather uncomfortable to have
         questions thrown at him so aggressively. at one point in time,
          long ago, he would have been the one asking the questions.
          memories flash before him. painful ones. the jedi had tried far
          too many methods to keep them from haunting him, and yet
          they never ceased. he wasn’t that man anymore. he wouldn’t be.
          he locks gazes with this feverant woman, sincerity gleaming within them.

                                             “ i only have some questions. “ 

           his hands release the cold metal hilt, dropping to his side. for
           once, he would let his defenses down. it was only best if he
           wanted to achieve his goal. 

                                              “ what do you know of the resistance? “