Private Nobody's Perfect

[Nitya Xeraic]

This wasn't going to be the first time Nitya had snuck out for something to drink. At the young age of sixteen, there were times when she was questioned but most of the time they didn't. Tonight was just another one of the many when she chose to go out drinking.

Pulling up to the bar, she ordered her drink and went to skulk in a corner.

Why did my father go to battle?

This was a question that would probably haunt her for a long time. Now with her mother being promoted to a Grandmaster, she was left alone much of the time. Not something a young lady wanted. She had practically walked in the shadow of Jairdain since she had been born and now felt pushed aside so she could focus on her work. Her position was great but the family was important too. Letting out a sigh, she took a drink and soon found her glass empty.

Drawing in a breath, she laid it on the table next to her and returned to the bar for another.

"Excuse me!"

Being blind in one eye, the girl did not see that anybody had moved to stand close to her.

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[Bright4]

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IN MOURNING ​

He still felt sick, numb almost from that conflict on Cathar. He looked to the gauntlets he wore, the ones he had taken off his uncle's body. It was a lingering reminder that his clan was broken, that they were dead and gone, and he could never be a part of them. Only by wearing the shell of what they were did he hope to hold onto the memory, for all the good that did.​

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He didn't like alcohol either, but one wouldn't know that given how he looked at the moment. Three glasses into Corellian Brandy and he was starting to wonder if he was learning to tolerate this stuff. Perhaps he was. The force had brought him a great deal of torment as of late, and now he sat here at the bar, struggling to cope with his status as a traitor now; a Dar'manda. He had killed his own kin, sided with the jedi over them, and now he could never truly be a part of his clan.​

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Truth be told, his clan had died years ago. He supposed now was the time to accept that. He was on his way to order a forth drink, when someone bumped him from behind. His mind immediately went for the worst case scenario, thinking it might have been a Mandalorian that had tracked him down. Spinning around, he had prepared to defend himself, body tense, hand going for his saber, only to find the sight of a young woman who seemed to be out of place. Despite the alcohol in his system, the tense features of his face softened, the padawan moving aside, trying to let the girl pass for whatever reason she had come here. "Sorry, didn't see you there." He responded politely, though he was a bit perplexed as to what a child was doing in a bar like this.​

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Nitya Xeraic​

 

[Nitya Xeraic]

In the brief contact, Nitya sensed some of the emotions from the man and drew back hastily. Not wanting to pass along any of her own. While she and her mother could easily pick up on them, not everybody else could and she sometimes forgot that.

One thing she did sense was how tense he was. Reaching out to lightly touch him with the Force, she attempted to calm him and make him relax. If only this skill would work on herself. It didn't but she could help others and she tried to do that for Kaden.

Either her own actions or something else calmed him and his look wasn't quite as severe. He even apologized! To her, they were heading the same direction and probably for the same purpose so she nodded when he said sorry, she silently wondered how either of them could have missed seeing the other.

"Not a problem, Master. I'm the one that's partially blind. Do you want me to buy you a drink to repay for the offense?"

Afraid of moving and running into anybody else, the teen stood still and waited for him to answer.

Kadan Scipora