"Patience, young Skywalker. That's one core trait your father fought to gain. You'll learn soon enough."

Do you lot still have that spa?

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Force grounding, far more potent than simple groundings.

Did I?

A soft chuckle from the older male, as the "wind" lifted his hood to his nape. "It's quite alright friend. Blaster nozzles usually welcome my decrepit face." He joked, laughing some more.

"I never said I was older, dear. But I've been alright, just meeting old friends and new." He smiled, offering some caff.

Should he be afraid, or laugh? He's gonna snicker at the very least. "Scary enough to give nightmares to Wampas, young Ahsoka."

That old raisin faced ass sith- Darth Vader sounds like the lamest name of his little cult- boi at least use some braincells and creativity- (this is a joke, please don't see it as anything other than.

(The dark side calls. And holy shit it claws at my bisexuality- Trilla is so amazing- Hot Topic hair and eyeshadow, goth queen personality and background. I love her so much- LET. ME. MUSE. HER.

"Everything I say is but a riddle, similar to master Yoda, and my master, Qui Gon Jin."

"You're too kind, Marshall. But it's sadly true. I'm not the handsome young fighter that I once was, the one soul who was able to win a few hearts across our galaxy... before... our current issues in politics." He coughed, hoping the Marshall would get his reference.

Hit the kids and I swear Sheev Palpatine won't be able to save you.

I feel after all these years, Cad and I would be great tea mates. Two wandering souls chatting after either defense or other means of the use of our tools of service.

"Oh thank the force, to be honest, between you and the new hunter, that Mandolorian fellow? I'd be quite terrified to be hunted by you." The old man softly chuckled.