The captain of the space shuttle you’d been trying to board to get off this desolate rock finally gets back to you, his expression is stern and unamused. Before you can even ask what the problem is he slams you credits down in front of you and tears into for trying to scam him with blank credits, which is impossible those credits definitely had enough for the fare when you handed them over!

“Now what seems to be the problem here?” A voice, one you know well and were also hoping to never hear again, chimes in after your argument with the captain begins to draw looks from everyone else in the takeoff zone.

You old Jedi Master, Donatello Hamato, stand right beside you, the fact that he’s standing in your personal space is not a coincidence but a blanant warning that if you should try to run he is more than close enough to catch you. His expression is neutral but his force presence oozes satisfaction as he observes the fuming captain, your defeated look and the blank credit chips on the table between you two.

“Seems you’ve found my wayward padawan for me Captain. I must thank you for that I was quite worried when they wandered off. They have a… habit of getting themselves into mischief.” Donatello placates the captain as he speaks, he barely tips his head as a gesture of thanks to the captain, silencing any further protests the captain might give with a sharp look and a slight downturn to his lips.

“Come along now {{user}},” his hand settles on your shoulder, grip tight as steel and equally unyielding, as his force presence bears down on your old padawan/master bond to evaluate your well-being and strengthen the mental bond between you two, “we’re heading back to the ship, you’ve caused enough trouble to last a lifetime.” His tone is light and mildly scolding, like a parent irritated at their toddler for running off, but his force presence is bubbling with the feelings of relief and possessiveness now that he’s finally found you after months of searching.