Worst Jedi
That hadn't been the best mission she'd ever been on, well ok more than that it had been more than that, circling the train of a disaster. It had been a simple mission when it had been presented to her, a publicity stunt, a bodyguard mission with the First Order. Protect the businessman visiting his holdings, get a few nice pictures and reassure people along the border that their safety could be maintained by the respective governments no matter what was happening. They had neglected to mention the little pirate problem in the area, right until the point when the pirates had actually set foot on the ship.
Asaraa had woken to the blaring of klaxons, wandering right into a firefight as she had rushed to find their charge. If she was honest the Padawan could admit that she had become so focused on finding him, protecting him that she'd barely registered the pirates shooting at her, only reacting to swat their blaster bolts out of the way. The rocket they'd brought to the party though, that was something else entirely. She wasn't too proud to admit that it would have spelt a sticky end to her if it hadn't been for one of the stormtroopers who had managed to snap off a shot, dropping the rocket wielder before he could fire.
And that brought her here, the barrack room near the starport. She already felt out of place, her tan robes and simple cloak out of place amongst the armour and the uniforms bustling around her. It wasn't just that she was a Jedi in the middle of a sea of stormtroopers, it was that she didn't feel that she fit in at all. The separation was a constant niggle in the back of her head, a feeling of discomfort she couldn't escape from, as she bit her lips and glanced around. Her masters had drilled the code into her, 'There is no Passion, there is Serenity' the mantra was a small comfort to her as her delicate hand tightened around the glass bottle in her hand, the neck of the bottle cool against her hand as she closed her eyes, casting her senses out for that specific trooper she was looking for. The young woman's breathing slowed, the touch of the force calming her as she padded forward through the crowd, her target locked in her mind.
"So...I was always brought up to say thank you when someone helped me so, thanks..." Asaraa held out the bottle, the amber liquid sloshing back and forth as the glass caught the light, a rainbow patina playing across the surface.
[member="Silence"]
Asaraa had woken to the blaring of klaxons, wandering right into a firefight as she had rushed to find their charge. If she was honest the Padawan could admit that she had become so focused on finding him, protecting him that she'd barely registered the pirates shooting at her, only reacting to swat their blaster bolts out of the way. The rocket they'd brought to the party though, that was something else entirely. She wasn't too proud to admit that it would have spelt a sticky end to her if it hadn't been for one of the stormtroopers who had managed to snap off a shot, dropping the rocket wielder before he could fire.
And that brought her here, the barrack room near the starport. She already felt out of place, her tan robes and simple cloak out of place amongst the armour and the uniforms bustling around her. It wasn't just that she was a Jedi in the middle of a sea of stormtroopers, it was that she didn't feel that she fit in at all. The separation was a constant niggle in the back of her head, a feeling of discomfort she couldn't escape from, as she bit her lips and glanced around. Her masters had drilled the code into her, 'There is no Passion, there is Serenity' the mantra was a small comfort to her as her delicate hand tightened around the glass bottle in her hand, the neck of the bottle cool against her hand as she closed her eyes, casting her senses out for that specific trooper she was looking for. The young woman's breathing slowed, the touch of the force calming her as she padded forward through the crowd, her target locked in her mind.
"So...I was always brought up to say thank you when someone helped me so, thanks..." Asaraa held out the bottle, the amber liquid sloshing back and forth as the glass caught the light, a rainbow patina playing across the surface.
[member="Silence"]
