Malgus did not particularly like discussing this topic with a Jedi. Especially since it was something akin of a weakness.
"Recurring dreams of an event I am uncertain actually took place. Commanding I return and the consequences of failure to do so. Previously a medical droid cautioned that it was affecting my ... vitals."
"Sounds like something a woman I would have slept with would have said," he said, amused.
Good, much more on script.
"I'll try to keep my mind to myself, otherwise, and I'd appreciate it if you let me." Meaning don't go dragging up his shit or he'll find a way to make everything unpleasant for everyone.
"I do not care for you personal secrets, Jedi," he said plainly though he might have been slightly amused by the previous comment.
Though as far as he knows Jedi do not get into personal relationships. And Sith, even with Freedom being in their code, seem locked behind ignorant politics and traditions.
"If you are able to fix this, then I shall keep the secret of whatever it is you were protecting on Tatooine and your existence."
"Oh, good, I love it when someone tries to bribe me for something I was going to do anyway." That wasn't sarcasm, he really did. He didn't trust Malgus, but it was a nice bit of reassurance and leverage, and he'd take it.
"Take over the ship and let me meditate a bit then I'll be with you."
He stood up, moved back a little, sat down and then almost immediately and gratefully stretched his consciousness out into the force. It wasn't a replacement for sleep but it would still be restorative enough for this.
Everything about this situation was ridiculous. From Malgus seeking the aid of a Jedi to being asleep for 3000 years. He sighed, staring down at the controls of the ship. Flying was much simpler than everything else around him.
Flying is simply math.
Dealing with an era where everything is different? Not so much. At least general ship controls have not changed much, though he supposed there was no reason to. Then again? People were caught up in traditions and old ways, he supposed they would cling to obsolete ship design as well.
One thing that did make him feel the slightest bit better was knowing that all of those he despised were long dead and gone. His only regret that he was not the one to kill them himself.
He stayed silent and let the Jedi have his moment of rest while his own thoughts drifted over everything that's happened so far everything he plans on doing in the future.
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For a moment or two.
They were Sith.
"What is it you need to have removed now?"
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Malgus did not particularly like discussing this topic with a Jedi. Especially since it was something akin of a weakness.
"Recurring dreams of an event I am uncertain actually took place. Commanding I return and the consequences of failure to do so. Previously a medical droid cautioned that it was affecting my ... vitals."
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Nor did he care.
"I can't wipe anyone's mine, but I Can place blocks around it. If it's a current problem."
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Though finding Jedi information and using it himself was far different than letting an actual Jedi anywhere near his mind.
"But it will have to do."
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Any death threats to be made?
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There's your threat Ben. Mess with his head in unintended ways and he'll end you personally and not even use the force to do it.
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Good, much more on script.
"I'll try to keep my mind to myself, otherwise, and I'd appreciate it if you let me." Meaning don't go dragging up his shit or he'll find a way to make everything unpleasant for everyone.
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Though as far as he knows Jedi do not get into personal relationships. And Sith, even with Freedom being in their code, seem locked behind ignorant politics and traditions.
"If you are able to fix this, then I shall keep the secret of whatever it is you were protecting on Tatooine and your existence."
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"Take over the ship and let me meditate a bit then I'll be with you."
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With that said, he approaches the seat with the controls and gestures for Obi-Wan to get up.
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He stood up, moved back a little, sat down and then almost immediately and gratefully stretched his consciousness out into the force. It wasn't a replacement for sleep but it would still be restorative enough for this.
Just a few minutes.
Then he would (he hoped) block those memories.
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Flying is simply math.
Dealing with an era where everything is different? Not so much. At least general ship controls have not changed much, though he supposed there was no reason to. Then again? People were caught up in traditions and old ways, he supposed they would cling to obsolete ship design as well.
One thing that did make him feel the slightest bit better was knowing that all of those he despised were long dead and gone. His only regret that he was not the one to kill them himself.
He stayed silent and let the Jedi have his moment of rest while his own thoughts drifted over everything that's happened so far everything he plans on doing in the future.