Amon casts a sidelong glance at Max, a faint smile playing on his lips. Even after all these years, Amon can discern a trace of Max's old streetwise self. The Jedi Master nods in agreement with Willas's insightful words. "The Force is a potent ally, young Max. Never forget to heed its subtle calling."
Max brushes a stray hair from his face, a subtle grin appearing as his master gently reminds him not to let cynicism cloud his perception. Amon, with the ease of experience, presses the button that would initiate communication with their challenger. "This is YG-4210. Stand by for code transmission." He then looks over at Max. "Send it."
Max takes a steadying breath, his fingers deftly navigating the holographic interface to transmit the encoded message. The room holds its breath in anticipation as they await a response. Amon, maintaining a composed demeanor, casts a reassuring glance at Max, silently conveying trust in his abilities.
The ship's communicator crackles to life, and a voice responds, "YG-4210, this is Control. Code verification in progress. Stand by."
Amon leans in, whispering words of encouragement to Max, "Trust in the Force, Max. It will guide us through this, just as it always has."
Max nods, a newfound determination gleaming in his eyes.
OOC:
Off the Registry Scrapheap [ 1 ] <------- is the 1 in the brackets a free invoke by chance? That will still only take the roll to +2 I think. Things are about to get exciting