Charlie strolls through the ship corridors, exchanging passing words with some of the crew and looking for the training grounds. As he comes by a wide window, he stops to look outside, at the busy port: mountains of cargo crates, droids zipping past, other ships going through repairs or preparing to take off. Coruscant is a city that never sleeps, energy flowing in its metaphorical veins. It was certainly nice to stay here, but already the Jedi Master feels hints of excitement at the thought of plunging back into the wilder parts of space. He never was one to have roots, anyway.
West stays like this for few minutes, observing the routine of the starport and thinking back on all the ports he visited, the stars and the planets he's seen. It will be curious to visit Arkania - although part of him wishes he could go back to being a brute force somewhere on the front lines. And he most certainly doesn't look forward to teaching any kids; no matter how talented. Charlie chuckles as he thinks about the display on the landing platform: at least if his Padawan is anything like Maxwell - or the kids that stood up against him, - it will be entertaining. (But he is still not going to search for his student, thank you.)
As he keeps to the window, he contemplates waiting here until launch. He likes the feeling of the start of the journey. A new adventure, dangerous - or even not much, - is a rush of adrenaline. Charlie probably stuck on Coruscant for too long, if even the idea of an Academy brings such an impression...
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