Log:The Family Tree

The Family Tree

OOC Date: January 21, 2023 (Optional)
Location: Corellia
Participants: Ambrosia Greystorm, Jax Greystorm

[ Jax Greystorm (Jax)]

Sometimes the simplest of things were the hardest when you were a Greystorm, like address. They got complicated when you had to keep your home secret for whatever reason. That meant sometimes a simple visit between a mother and son, had a level of complication. Though a meeting had been called and agreed upon.

Cornet City had carried a level of complication for Jax since that faithful day at the Corsec Academy. The time he'd set foot on his home planet had been far and in between. The last he'd been on planet was a battle between the Republic and the First Order. The Republic had won right to the Republic at the expulsion of the jedi order.

The neighborhood was new, rebuilt after the ravages of the war. Though some of the people were the same as he watched them go about. He stood under an old tree, in the small grove across from the neighborhood he grew up in. Well the new neighborhood built on the bones of the old. The tree showed scars of war that it had began to heal from but would be their for generations. There were older scars too, carvings. A handful of initials, dates. messages. This was as close to home as it got. Not the brand new house two blocks down and to the right with it's new paint and it's new family. The stairs probably didn't creak.

There he was almost as wraith like as her dressed like a spacer. No saber or blaster to be seen though. He'd gotten impossible for her to sneak up on the last few years. So different than before. He never looks up from the neighborhood as he watches some kids playing in a yard of what was once old man Larce's yard. "You said you wanted to meet and come home. I figured this tree was it."

[ Ambrosia Greystorm (Amber)]

That tree may as well be a legend, surviving as it did.

The scars of war do indeed last for generations, as the figure who comes to a halt near Jax in the scraggly shade will show. She and the tree are living proof. Rough bark chipped and jagged. Roots sunk stubbornly deep into an unyielding grip on the ground it calls home.

Weathered palms slip into leather pockets of a spacer's jacket as steely green eyes turn in idle study of those same, frolicking children. "It is a decent landmark." One hand pulls out of pocket to poke and pick at a charred bit on the trunk. Like digging at a scab. "I turned in my resignation." Just like that, she's skipped over sentimental 'remember-whens' and gone right to the point. "Figured after what happened at the trial and..." Ambrosia wags her head slowly. "Well. I'm not stickin' around to fix the fallout a second time. I don't owe'em any more favors...sure as shit won't pay one to Calrissian."

[ Jax Greystorm (Jax)]

"It's going to come crash down on them. Fear leads to.. You didn't come to hear me spout jedi mysticism." Jax flashes his eyes to her. "I asked Sesti to stop then, she won't but she stays away from the capital mostly. There is that." He doesn't make a move to embrace her. "Congratulations, I take it cause we're standing under this tree and not at some restaurant somewhere with the rest of the family. I'm not going to be thrilled with your retirement plans." Then he adds, "And I have no message from Aora, gloating."

[ Ambrosia Greystorm (Amber)]

A light scoff escapes the old General's lips and she blinks her focus off the kids, back to him. Something dangerously close to a smile tugs at her mouth's right corner. "Living a life surrounded by stubborn women has jaded you..."

But he isn't wrong.

"Nah, I was...s'actually thinking I should stop in for dinner, sometime. Just thought it might be nice to check in on the old stomping grounds...s'not much recognizable anymore, is it?" Stretching her shoulders back and rocking once on heel, she takes a long look up and down the block. Scanning, as always.

[ Jax Greystorm (Jax)]

Jax snorts and shakes his head, "I think. I can't remember when that happened but well I'm very pragmatic about the galaxy these days." He looks at her for a moment. His expression in frown, "I would believe that. If we were in a restaurant. You're hunting the Eldest aren't you? I looked him up. I've grown pretty capable in my own right. He's dead. He was on Star Killer base when it blew. Poe did it."

[ Ambrosia Greystorm (Amber)]

A look that Jax knows very well sliiides his way from an unamused Ambrosia. She nods, a scarsely perceivable gesture, whilst staring him down. Taking a measure of him. "Think I'll go with my leads. They are straight from the sire's mouth, afterall."

What was left of it, after she'd fed him that knuckle sandwich. If there's anyone comfortable with punching an elderly gentleman in the face, it's the old, Ice Queen Aderanne. And that was the least of misfortunes to befall him in that room. Forty years is a long time to stew and creatively plan.

"But I didn't come here to talk about that, either. How're things settling in the uh...." A vague gesture flaps through the air. "Mysticisms." Jedi.

[ Jax Greystorm (Jax)]

"Seems like that's the tale of old Republic Generals. I helped Valeska track down her older brother. We found the older Jinn... and the grave of the brother. There's a kidnapped grandson." Jax reaches into pocket and produces a data chit. "I wasn't able to validate it. It may be a trap meant for you or me. But cross reference it to your intel." He says tossing it to her. " What ever there is between you and him. Give him a chance. It's no more his fault. Than it was mine. His father just happened not to be Kort. Whatever that's worth. Maybe Dad's next. If he's not. I can offer to help. If it means we can take care of this. You go settle down and try being Mom and Grandma." He shrugs, "It goes. There's a galaxy that needs help. We're slowly getting stronger. Aderan and Sennin are both force sensitive."

[ Ambrosia Greystorm (Amber)]

Ambrosia catches the chit out of the air, glances at it like she can read its contents from just a look, then slips it into an interior pocket of her jacket. "I'll give it a look." As for the grandkids' sensitivity in the force, well, "Of course they are."

Just two more members of her bloodline to inherit the gift that's remained ever beyond her own grasp. At least she doesn't sound bitter about, just...matter-of-fact.

"How 'bout we start the 'settling down' bit with a dinner? At home. Wherever 'home' is, these days..." As if she doesn't know. "I'll even be nice to your dad." A crook of a smile there and *hint* of could-be mirth in her eyes.

[ Jax Greystorm (Jax)]

"I'll believe it when I see it. I wish you two would find someplace to retire and drive each other insane. I don't see it happening." He frowns at her, "Just remember your blood doesn't end with him. You don't have to feel the force to know that your choice reflect both the light and the dark. Strive for the light side. YOu're grandchildren would love to see you again. I won't nag any more. May the force be with you with you Mom." Jax says stepping into the shadows of the little grove and pulls the shadows around him allowing him to disappear from sight. He stands there silently watching his mother for a moment. Then turns to slip away unseen. He really had became annoying the less the fly boy he became and the more the spy.

[ Ambrosia Greystorm (Amber)]

"S'not my bloodline I'm worried 'bout ending...it's his."

'His'. The other man that's silently been occupying her brain for decades, competing with flesh-and-blood Kort for attention. "Knowing what his father is...and knowing what his /mother/ is..." the old battleaxe sniffs aside a wisp of hair, lint, bug...something tickling her nose. "You don't have to be a seer to know he hasn't got a chance of turnin' over a new leaf....but I'd offer it. I would."

Going toe-to-toe with a 42 year old man in fit and fighting shape is not beyond the realm of her ability, but it's not as appealing as it might've been once, either.

She says nothing more, offering an upnod of farewell as he steps and dissolves into shadow. What a neat trick. It'd have come in handy on Spec Op gigs over the years, that's the truth. "I'll be seein' you for dinner." And there she stays awhile, leaning a hip against the tree while watching those children at play, like some shady, gangsta grandma. Probably won't be long till a concerned parent comes out, but until then..."Heh. Cute."