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Eserik leaves the planet (tentatively named Iie*a) with one (1) sullen juvenile alien. He tries to make conversation as he steers the ship, but he's never been very good at that, so he allows it to lapse into awkward silence almost immediately.
He's headed back to Tython, when he perceives another eddy in the Force. "We're going to take a detour," he says to Joy.
Grand. He follows the current, hoping this one leads to a more willing student.
That is not a planet.
That... is a spaceship.
It looks to be a fairly thoroughly lost spaceship, and not in great repair either.
Spaceships are not supposed to be this lost. But it's radiating heat, and he can sense life on it.
He hails it. "This is Jedi Master Eserik, flying the scout vessel Peace In Motion. Do you require assistance?"
A slightly distorted voice answers his hail after slightly too long a delay.
"This is, uh, Captain Teela of the Silverwing. What's your business in the area?"
"I am operating in my capacity as a Jedi Seeker; I detected a unique energy signature in the area which is relevant to my work, and am seeking its source. Yourself?"
"They are not. Captain Teela, come in? Previous transmission is alarming."
Static, silence, more static, louder static—
—the voice, undistorted, unmistakably young: "Thank you, Talon."
'Captain Teela' turns back to her now-rescued comm unit, notices that it's active and the voice scrambler is off, and gently facepalms.
"Sorry about that," she sighs. "My little brother is still learning what is and isn't food." A short hesitation, and then, "...speaking of which, we're having some... supply problems. I don't suppose you could spare us anything to eat?"
"I have provisions to spare. May I board your vessel? I would like to speak to you face-to-face, and establish a mutual understanding of the situation."
Eserik sets the comm unit back in its cradle and sets the controls to ship-to-ship docking protocol.
"It's possible, of course, that she's from a neotenous species like the last," he mutters. "But she sounded awfully human."
Eserik sighs and, gathering up some rations, prepares to board the Silverwing.
—arrested at the last second by Force telekinesis.
"Talon," says an extremely six-year-old-human-looking Captain Teela, in deeply exasperated tones. "Don't scare people."
"I do have food," Eserik says blankly, handing a box to Talon. "Sorry, you're - rather younger than I usually expect of a runaway. Or a Force-user."
She finishes gently lowering Talon to the floor and turns to Eserik in time to say, "I get that a lot."
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