Captain Hekimi
May 27th, 2012, 05:16:57 PM
No one would ever accuse the Whaladon of being a pretty ship. It was dirty, it was beat up, and it made funny noises at odd times.
All of these descriptions, coincidentally, also described her captain.
There was nothing of note about Captain Hekimi other than the fact the Toydarian commanded the ship that was home to most of the surviving jedi in the galaxy. Those the Empire hadn't found first, at least.
At this moment, he was fluttering about his office. The room was a cacaphony of visual stimulation. It wasn't dirty, per se, but it was extremely cluttered. Captain Hekimi was a notorious collector and had a habit of accumulating various mementos, tchotchkes, geegaws, and other assorted baubles from the planets he'd visited over the years, before and after joining the Rebel Alliance.
His ship had been in the right place at the right time and had the right capabilities to be chosen as the home for the fledgling Jedi Order. At first, they had only been a handful, easily stowed away in the aft of the ship. His crew paid them little mind and they, for the most part, stayed out of the way.
As the years progressed, the two groups had grown more close, partially out of familiarity and the desire for friendship and partially out of necessity. For his part, Captain Hekimi had done his best to ingratiate himself with the force users. They were given generous access to the ship, allowed free reign in many areas most other passengers would be barred from, such as the engineering areas and the bridge. They were allowed to come and go as they pleased, within the boundaries set by the Alliance command. Captain Hekimi allowed them unfettered use of the cargo shuttles to travel to the various ships in the convoy, even if the higher-ups restricted travel outside of the Wheel. Not normally an overly generous man, he and his officers had once even pooled together to purchase for the jedi several barrels of a not inexpensive spiced ale one Life Day. The jedi, in turn, treated his men with respect and didn't make too big a mess of themselves. There were occasional twisted bulkheads and dinged-up cargo holds to deal with, but in truth, it was no worse than could be expected from a malfunctioing binary load lifter (of which the Whaladon had a few).
Since they had originally began living on the Whaladon, however, the number of Jedi had exploded and had, truth be told, grown out of their original dwelling area quite a while ago. It was this topic that he meant to discuss with the jedi master whom we was now expecting any minute.
All of these descriptions, coincidentally, also described her captain.
There was nothing of note about Captain Hekimi other than the fact the Toydarian commanded the ship that was home to most of the surviving jedi in the galaxy. Those the Empire hadn't found first, at least.
At this moment, he was fluttering about his office. The room was a cacaphony of visual stimulation. It wasn't dirty, per se, but it was extremely cluttered. Captain Hekimi was a notorious collector and had a habit of accumulating various mementos, tchotchkes, geegaws, and other assorted baubles from the planets he'd visited over the years, before and after joining the Rebel Alliance.
His ship had been in the right place at the right time and had the right capabilities to be chosen as the home for the fledgling Jedi Order. At first, they had only been a handful, easily stowed away in the aft of the ship. His crew paid them little mind and they, for the most part, stayed out of the way.
As the years progressed, the two groups had grown more close, partially out of familiarity and the desire for friendship and partially out of necessity. For his part, Captain Hekimi had done his best to ingratiate himself with the force users. They were given generous access to the ship, allowed free reign in many areas most other passengers would be barred from, such as the engineering areas and the bridge. They were allowed to come and go as they pleased, within the boundaries set by the Alliance command. Captain Hekimi allowed them unfettered use of the cargo shuttles to travel to the various ships in the convoy, even if the higher-ups restricted travel outside of the Wheel. Not normally an overly generous man, he and his officers had once even pooled together to purchase for the jedi several barrels of a not inexpensive spiced ale one Life Day. The jedi, in turn, treated his men with respect and didn't make too big a mess of themselves. There were occasional twisted bulkheads and dinged-up cargo holds to deal with, but in truth, it was no worse than could be expected from a malfunctioing binary load lifter (of which the Whaladon had a few).
Since they had originally began living on the Whaladon, however, the number of Jedi had exploded and had, truth be told, grown out of their original dwelling area quite a while ago. It was this topic that he meant to discuss with the jedi master whom we was now expecting any minute.