The Mentor
"Whoa, hey, you can't fight in those!"
The man from earlier, who'd been promoting the fight, had taken him by the arm, and was motioning toward the upper half of his robes and his hood. The Jedi would turn to look at them with a cold, pointed stare.
"And why can I not?"
"Fight rules, can't wear a shirt. 'tis so you can't sneak in upper body armor or protective headgear. Wear whatever you like for lower body, but the upper and head stuff comes off."
The Jedi let out a sigh, and would tug at his hood. He could deal without his upper robes, and even without the armor that was underneath... But he didn't want to be recognized either. Not to mention fighting without a shirt in public was a bit... Embarrassing.
"Allow me to wear my hood at least."
"No."
"Then throw me a new hood of your choosing."
"How do you-"
Josh continued to stare a hole through him, his brown eyes cold as ice.
"... Very well."
Before long, the robes on his upper body had been stored somewhere, as well as his hood, and the young man would wait in a isolated room for the man to return. He was about ready to get up and search for him, not trusting this whatsoever, when he would return. The man would look him over, this being the first time he'd seen the fighter without his hood.
"Woooo-eeee! Boy, are you sure you want to fight with your face covered? You're as cut as a million credit steak, you're built like a tank, good looking young man, long golden locks... The ladies would love you! Come on, just imagine it! Imagine the fame, imagine the riches, you'd be swarming with women-"
"Do you have a hood for me?"
The Jedi continued to stare a hole through him, but his tone was calm, no emotion behind it. Actually, Josh hadn't shown even an inch of emotion since he'd gotten to this point. He was laser focused on the fight ahead, and what it would take to make this work. He had been cold, point-blank, straight to what needed to be done. The lack of emotion in his voice had become a bit unsettling to the bookee, but he didn't complain...
"N-no, you see... There was some problems in finding a hood..."
"Then do bring my things back, you will be replacing your fighter last minute."
"W-w-wait, no, no, we don't need that! We don't have any hoods, but I did find a mask!"
The bookee would hold out a black mask, which the Jedi would take, and look it over, holding it over his face to see if it would fit. Seeming satisfied, he would reach out with the Force, trying to sense if there was any trickery in his intentions... And any potential poisons or anything harmful in the mask. Finding nothing, he would simply nod his head, and put it on. He would then hide his Force presence, not wanting to be recognized... Seeing as he was always wearing his robes though, no other Jedi would recognize his body.
He wondered what Shmi would think, seeing him like this... She'd probably laugh.
The crowd had been gathered, as the announcements were beginning to be made... It was time.