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Suddenly engulfed in a pair of impossibly long arms, Daria managed to conceal her surprise well. Although she was aware of Morgan Evanar's unique talent, she had not yet gotten used to the practical implications that came with it. She turned her face up towards his and smiled, a rare cheek-dimpling smile.
“Hello, Morgan. I was wondering when we would see you again.”
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Just as taken aback as Abarai, s'Il stood blinking, her expression utterly blank as she stared first at where Morgan had been, and second to where he was now.
Master Tarkin's explanation was taken in with interest and not a little bit of sheer fascination at the ability that Morgan possessed, and slowly her features melted into amusement as she looked back to Abarai. It was such an intriguing concept, the power to instantaneously move oneself to another location.
"Fascinating," she finally murmured, eye tracking back to Morgan.
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The doors leading into the ship opened and Drin Kizael stepped into the room. Hazel eyes swept across the gathering to Jedi, landing finally and narrowing quizzically on Morgan Evanar. The trainii just stood there for a moment, just processing the fact that he was really seeing him.
He had met the slicer around a year ago, when CSA Espos tossed the human into his prison cell on Mytus VII. Morgan turned out to be the focal point of a conspiracy led by the prison's warden and at least one powerful corporation with ties to the Hutts. Barely weeks after his arrival, two Rebel intelligence agents showed up at the prison, ironically in search of neither Drin or Evenar, but of another Jedi entirely who had passed through the facility on his way to Imperial custody.
Kizael took advantage of the situation to help get Morgan free. The incident landed him in solitary for several months to follow, but it was the debriefing of Morgan by the Rebels that ultimately led Navaria Tarkin to him.
The mind boggling chain of events could only be attributed to the Force at work. And yet the Jedi was no less surprised to see the gangly slicer standing in front of him.
"Morgan Evanar," Kizael said with a chuckle, letting the name hang in the air as its own statement.
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He gave the pair of Jedi women a gentle squeeze and a big smile before he let go.
"Drin?" Morgan nearly reeled from the concept of the Trianii being present, in the flesh. He looked the big striped felinoid over, noting the lightsaber, and the set of his robes.
"You being a Jedi only makes this 10% less absurd. And I assure you, this is completely absurd." He stood before Drin for a moment and smiled stupidly.
"Thank you for getting me out of Star's End. I'm glad you managed to get out too."
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Kizael's smile broadened as he marched up to Morgan and shook his hand with a solid grip. "You played a part in my own escape. Without you, Lia--" The trianii winced and glanced over apologetically. "Navaria would likely have never found me."
Kizael looked past Morgan at Loklorien, nodding in acknowledgment. Something about her sparked a sense of recognition that he could not place. It was a feeling he was getting used to since his arrival.
He focused back on Morgan. "What brings you to us? I assumed your rescuers would give you the Alliance recruitment pitch, but I didn't think it would actually work."
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"Well, the Jedi had a much better recruitment pitch than the Rebellion. And Serena Laran's problems were much more interesting." Morgan explained.
"I know she's not here, but does anyone know where Serena is? I haven't seen her since Rhianna and I had to run off Cloud City."
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Her lips pressed into a thin line, Daria exhaled.
“We are.. in the process of attempting to locate Serena, at this time – and what of Rhianna?”
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"Rhianna's on her homeworld. She had visions." Morgan closed his eyes and shook his head slowly. The young woman walked a strange line between tribal mystic and Jedi. She tried to show Morgan, but his mind couldn't make sense of the series of jumbled images beyond a sense of lingering dread. He didn't have the context.
"She'll come back when she can. She's got a small shuttle and a button to wipe the hyperdrive core after she gets back to known space."
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"I'm relieved to hear that she's safe and has a way to reach us." This was wonderful news. Morgan and Rhianna alive and well. The Force had been kind.
"Was there anything to her visions that may be of use to us? Sometimes even the littlest detail may not seem valuable or even relate to anything overt."
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"No." Morgan answered. His voice wasn't certain. "Not now, anyway. She told me things will make sense when they need to. I've never been very good at that sort of thing. Too grounded in the now."
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"Ah."
Daria felt no further observation on Rhianna forthcoming. It was reassuring to hear that she was alive and well, but ultimately the will of the Force would govern all of their paths, even if they did not understand at the present time where said paths were leading them.
"Shall we find you somewhere to stay? In spite of appearances to the contrary, the fleet is a little more comfortable than the Vortex installation."
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"A good idea. We could show you around along the way and catch up," she offered a light smile. Morgan had been missed and it would then well to reconnect and help acclimate him to the convoy.
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"A tour? Well I'll be." He said. Morgan dashed back around the corner, grabbed his bag-o-stuff and returned.
"Please, lead the way." Morgan had dozens of questions, but he knew some would be answered in the tour. He didn't want it to turn into a mutual interrogation. Pleasant catch-up would be better for now. Besides, he was somewhere other than stinky miserable Nar-Shadda, and that was fine with him.