Shadow Intiate
Location: Cato Bight
Perhaps it was with a sense of irony that the Council had determined that Sen's first assignment would be on world like Cato Bight. It was place where the high rollers hung their hats and drank and played games with their fortunes. A particular man who was in charge of one of Houses, Papa Don as he was affectionately called wanted someone to protect his daughter who had been getting into trouble at the tables. She was Twi'lek of exotic white and black skin, and had a tongue as hot as ore that made Sen's armor on Mandalor. She often was found at roulette, betting her allowance and hanging on the young lads. The Papa was placing his hope in the Jedi to reel her in and make sure she did not make a scene.
The Mandalorian stood in his robes, the glyph like designs designating The Rite of Krayt, a ritual he had preformed among The Tuskans, in which he battled a Kyat Dragon with nothing save a Gaffi Stick. His mask was also a gift for saving the Chief from a Sarlaac, which he used with Beskar to forge as ornament of his everlasting loyalty to the Tribe of the Two Moons. Sen found not problem with divided loyalties, he was Mandalorian in blood, part of a Tuskan Tribe, and trained as a Jedi. He found harmony in these spheres within him, allowing each to strengthen the other. This made him receive the wonderful moniker of Gray Jedi among his Jedi Brethren, for his was unorthodox, though his devotion to The Light was beyond question, and for this reason he was allowed some of his unorthodox entanglements, and was why he was sent to the Jedi Sentinel school, since they thrived being among other cultures and tribes. This was why his assignment was here, a cradle of greed, other more pious Jedi might fight the place repulsive, preferring to shed possessions to be more fully devoted to the Force. Sen did not mind, he knew the mystics, the Jedi who meditated in groves had their place in the Order, as did the Guardians on the front lines, he was the Middle, the Sentinel, who was with his visor keeping an eye in corners that others dare not go.
Crossing his arms Sen watched as The Daughter rubbed her lekku and rolled the wheel, laughing as others hopped to get some of her luck. His eye was busy on any who might take advantage. One Rodian at table was reaching under table for a white ball, a trick ball for the wheel, sensing it.. that wiff of the dark side, yes even among those not attuned, darkness could be found in just a simple act of thievery. Motioning his hand slightly, Sen made the ball fly out of the Rodian's hand, who stunned looked around for the ball that rolled away, he following it came to boots The Sentinel, he began to shake a little as his big bug eyes looked up at the mask of the Mando who held the white little ball in his fingers, his index and thumb fingers rolling it in middle of them. To the Rodian's surprise, the Jedi did not call him out or grab him, he simply tilted his head, a gesture to say,
"I know, and you are now in my debt."
Turning to see her Protector, Zara came over and threw her hands on his robes near his chest. The tug did not illicit a reaction from The Mandalorian, as she said,
"My darling protector.. Papa has paid you well to be my shadow."
Her breath was rank with Rodian Ale.
"Tell me.. are you a monk? Is it true you don't.. you know.. feel as other men feel."
Sen took her hands and with little pressure moved them off his person, she sticking out her tongue and licking his leather hand.
"Does that not deserve a response?"
She then reaching for his mask said,
"Let's see the face of my Protector."
Sen raised his hand and stopped her two hands,
"I am afraid that is against my Religion."
Zara tilted her head,
"Since when is hiding your face a Jedi thing?"
Sen took her hand softly once more and lead them away from his face.
"I did not say my religion was Jedi. I am a Mandalorian."
She wrinkled her nose,
"And what does a Mando believe?"
He simply responded,
"The Way."
Her white eyes with their dots of deepest green, almost black, darted as she rolled them,
"What does that mean?"
Sen seeing she was starting to drift a little offered his arm,
"Perhaps you would prefer to return to table and play some more?"
She looking at him said,
"You are strange.. most of my Dad's guards would insist I return to my.. chambers.. I like.. you.. Jedi.. Mando.. whatever you are."
He escorting her helped her to a seat, and levitated some chips into a pyramid in front of her, she clapped her hands,
"Let's play!"
As she began to burn the late night oil, some intoxicated Spice Runners came up to where Zara was, seeing her exotic Twi-Lek body took seats beside her and joined in the game. Sen noticed they were armed, each has blaster pistol that no one had dared to remove, for Spicers were not to be trifled with. As more drinks came on serving trays from chrome bodied droids, the Spice Runners began to get a little too free with their hands, and Zara socked one in the face, making his nose bleed, the other grabbed at her, and it was then Sen reaching out with his right hand sent a burst that knocked him in the head and threw him on his back. The other bleeding Spicer was trying to draw his weapon, when Sen grabbed Zara and turned, the Spicer pointed his muzzle and let fly several bolts into the back of the Jedi. Zara was screaming, when she looked up into his reflective visor like a mirror, and heard more shots fire. Sen then moving her in the shadow of his body from the scene, took more shots to his back, he made not cry, he led her to the outside where some guards came with ion rifles. They ran into scene and pointed their weapons at the Spice Runners, there was sound of fire as Sen led Zara across a bridge to a fine estate on the other side, there at the great gate he beat it with his fist and it opened, Zara dashing inside and Sen followed as the door shut.
Zara made her way to her chambers and threw herself on her bed, weeping from shock. Sen did not pursue, but one Guard approaching with chiseled jaw and one foggy white eye said,
"What happened?"
Sen replied,
"Spicers.. they got handsy and drew weapons."
The Guard replied,
"Was she hurt?"
Sen shook his hood covered head and mask,
"She was safe."
The Guard looking at the Mando said,
"Luck sure seems to be on your side Jedi. I owe you a drink. I will inform The Don."
Sen nodded as he made his way to his quarters. It was a modest room, by choice. He had all finery removed, and only a cot on the floor, and a table with a singular chair. Coming to the chair he removed his long robe, and then his inner one, his back had burns, they were dark and yet seemed to be only at first layer. Getting on his knees he let out a sound of the Tuskans. It was this sound and worry that prompted Zara to come to his door and press the console, ringing it, when she looking through the two way peep hole saw his back with black splotches of the flesh shield that had saved her life.
Taking his robes he put them back on and opened the door. Zara stood coyly and said,
"Thanks.. I guess.."
That was for her a major thing to say, she never had thanked anyone in her life, save The Papa and usually falsely to butter him up to add to her allowance.
"Don't mention it. It was my duty."
She saw dangling from his belt the weapon of a Jedi and said,
"Why did you not use your laser sword?"
Sen offering his one chair to her said,
"That would have escalated things.. they were drunk. I do not dismember drunk men. No Ijaat in it."
Curious she asked,
"Ijaat?"
He sitting on the floor with his legs crossed said,
"It is my people's word for honor."
Zara played with her Lekku with her soft fingers, a habit she had done since she was a little girl which soothed her because of the effect lekku have on a Twi'lek.
"You are the strangest Jedi I have ever met.."
Sen raised his visor, the mirror in middle showing Zara's face to herself once more,
"How many have you met?"
Zara chuckled,
"Few enough.. this world is not really their thing.. right? They prefer drab rooms to pray in and forests right? Kinda like this."
Her remark about his quarters made him chuckle.
"A Jedi laughs?! I thought that was forbidden. Emotion being.. what is it.. bad or something?"
Sen crossed his arms in a relaxing fashion,
"That is the Old Way.. some still forbid emotion, though many Jedi embrace the positive emotions to better serve others."
Zara shifting in her seat said,
"Are you allowed to have girl friends or boy friends?"
Sen chuckled again,
"Yes, some Jedi marry, others take vows of chastity."
Zara piped up,
"That is unnatural!"
Sen chuckled some more,
"Well.. for them it helps their connection to the Force to be free of romantic attachments."
Zara smirking said,
"What about you? Are you one of those abstainers?"
Sen seemed to pause a moment, he then stood up,
"I think we should finish this conversation at another time.. I need rest."
Zara getting up grabbed at him and kissed his mirror part of his mask,
"That is for saving me."
She then as door opened skipped away. The Mandalorian sealing the door, came to table, and pressing a valve at his neck, removed his helm and laid it on the table, the mirror reflecting his face which looked like...
Perhaps it was with a sense of irony that the Council had determined that Sen's first assignment would be on world like Cato Bight. It was place where the high rollers hung their hats and drank and played games with their fortunes. A particular man who was in charge of one of Houses, Papa Don as he was affectionately called wanted someone to protect his daughter who had been getting into trouble at the tables. She was Twi'lek of exotic white and black skin, and had a tongue as hot as ore that made Sen's armor on Mandalor. She often was found at roulette, betting her allowance and hanging on the young lads. The Papa was placing his hope in the Jedi to reel her in and make sure she did not make a scene.
The Mandalorian stood in his robes, the glyph like designs designating The Rite of Krayt, a ritual he had preformed among The Tuskans, in which he battled a Kyat Dragon with nothing save a Gaffi Stick. His mask was also a gift for saving the Chief from a Sarlaac, which he used with Beskar to forge as ornament of his everlasting loyalty to the Tribe of the Two Moons. Sen found not problem with divided loyalties, he was Mandalorian in blood, part of a Tuskan Tribe, and trained as a Jedi. He found harmony in these spheres within him, allowing each to strengthen the other. This made him receive the wonderful moniker of Gray Jedi among his Jedi Brethren, for his was unorthodox, though his devotion to The Light was beyond question, and for this reason he was allowed some of his unorthodox entanglements, and was why he was sent to the Jedi Sentinel school, since they thrived being among other cultures and tribes. This was why his assignment was here, a cradle of greed, other more pious Jedi might fight the place repulsive, preferring to shed possessions to be more fully devoted to the Force. Sen did not mind, he knew the mystics, the Jedi who meditated in groves had their place in the Order, as did the Guardians on the front lines, he was the Middle, the Sentinel, who was with his visor keeping an eye in corners that others dare not go.
Crossing his arms Sen watched as The Daughter rubbed her lekku and rolled the wheel, laughing as others hopped to get some of her luck. His eye was busy on any who might take advantage. One Rodian at table was reaching under table for a white ball, a trick ball for the wheel, sensing it.. that wiff of the dark side, yes even among those not attuned, darkness could be found in just a simple act of thievery. Motioning his hand slightly, Sen made the ball fly out of the Rodian's hand, who stunned looked around for the ball that rolled away, he following it came to boots The Sentinel, he began to shake a little as his big bug eyes looked up at the mask of the Mando who held the white little ball in his fingers, his index and thumb fingers rolling it in middle of them. To the Rodian's surprise, the Jedi did not call him out or grab him, he simply tilted his head, a gesture to say,
"I know, and you are now in my debt."
Turning to see her Protector, Zara came over and threw her hands on his robes near his chest. The tug did not illicit a reaction from The Mandalorian, as she said,
"My darling protector.. Papa has paid you well to be my shadow."
Her breath was rank with Rodian Ale.
"Tell me.. are you a monk? Is it true you don't.. you know.. feel as other men feel."
Sen took her hands and with little pressure moved them off his person, she sticking out her tongue and licking his leather hand.
"Does that not deserve a response?"
She then reaching for his mask said,
"Let's see the face of my Protector."
Sen raised his hand and stopped her two hands,
"I am afraid that is against my Religion."
Zara tilted her head,
"Since when is hiding your face a Jedi thing?"
Sen took her hand softly once more and lead them away from his face.
"I did not say my religion was Jedi. I am a Mandalorian."
She wrinkled her nose,
"And what does a Mando believe?"
He simply responded,
"The Way."
Her white eyes with their dots of deepest green, almost black, darted as she rolled them,
"What does that mean?"
Sen seeing she was starting to drift a little offered his arm,
"Perhaps you would prefer to return to table and play some more?"
She looking at him said,
"You are strange.. most of my Dad's guards would insist I return to my.. chambers.. I like.. you.. Jedi.. Mando.. whatever you are."
He escorting her helped her to a seat, and levitated some chips into a pyramid in front of her, she clapped her hands,
"Let's play!"
As she began to burn the late night oil, some intoxicated Spice Runners came up to where Zara was, seeing her exotic Twi-Lek body took seats beside her and joined in the game. Sen noticed they were armed, each has blaster pistol that no one had dared to remove, for Spicers were not to be trifled with. As more drinks came on serving trays from chrome bodied droids, the Spice Runners began to get a little too free with their hands, and Zara socked one in the face, making his nose bleed, the other grabbed at her, and it was then Sen reaching out with his right hand sent a burst that knocked him in the head and threw him on his back. The other bleeding Spicer was trying to draw his weapon, when Sen grabbed Zara and turned, the Spicer pointed his muzzle and let fly several bolts into the back of the Jedi. Zara was screaming, when she looked up into his reflective visor like a mirror, and heard more shots fire. Sen then moving her in the shadow of his body from the scene, took more shots to his back, he made not cry, he led her to the outside where some guards came with ion rifles. They ran into scene and pointed their weapons at the Spice Runners, there was sound of fire as Sen led Zara across a bridge to a fine estate on the other side, there at the great gate he beat it with his fist and it opened, Zara dashing inside and Sen followed as the door shut.
Zara made her way to her chambers and threw herself on her bed, weeping from shock. Sen did not pursue, but one Guard approaching with chiseled jaw and one foggy white eye said,
"What happened?"
Sen replied,
"Spicers.. they got handsy and drew weapons."
The Guard replied,
"Was she hurt?"
Sen shook his hood covered head and mask,
"She was safe."
The Guard looking at the Mando said,
"Luck sure seems to be on your side Jedi. I owe you a drink. I will inform The Don."
Sen nodded as he made his way to his quarters. It was a modest room, by choice. He had all finery removed, and only a cot on the floor, and a table with a singular chair. Coming to the chair he removed his long robe, and then his inner one, his back had burns, they were dark and yet seemed to be only at first layer. Getting on his knees he let out a sound of the Tuskans. It was this sound and worry that prompted Zara to come to his door and press the console, ringing it, when she looking through the two way peep hole saw his back with black splotches of the flesh shield that had saved her life.
Taking his robes he put them back on and opened the door. Zara stood coyly and said,
"Thanks.. I guess.."
That was for her a major thing to say, she never had thanked anyone in her life, save The Papa and usually falsely to butter him up to add to her allowance.
"Don't mention it. It was my duty."
She saw dangling from his belt the weapon of a Jedi and said,
"Why did you not use your laser sword?"
Sen offering his one chair to her said,
"That would have escalated things.. they were drunk. I do not dismember drunk men. No Ijaat in it."
Curious she asked,
"Ijaat?"
He sitting on the floor with his legs crossed said,
"It is my people's word for honor."
Zara played with her Lekku with her soft fingers, a habit she had done since she was a little girl which soothed her because of the effect lekku have on a Twi'lek.
"You are the strangest Jedi I have ever met.."
Sen raised his visor, the mirror in middle showing Zara's face to herself once more,
"How many have you met?"
Zara chuckled,
"Few enough.. this world is not really their thing.. right? They prefer drab rooms to pray in and forests right? Kinda like this."
Her remark about his quarters made him chuckle.
"A Jedi laughs?! I thought that was forbidden. Emotion being.. what is it.. bad or something?"
Sen crossed his arms in a relaxing fashion,
"That is the Old Way.. some still forbid emotion, though many Jedi embrace the positive emotions to better serve others."
Zara shifting in her seat said,
"Are you allowed to have girl friends or boy friends?"
Sen chuckled again,
"Yes, some Jedi marry, others take vows of chastity."
Zara piped up,
"That is unnatural!"
Sen chuckled some more,
"Well.. for them it helps their connection to the Force to be free of romantic attachments."
Zara smirking said,
"What about you? Are you one of those abstainers?"
Sen seemed to pause a moment, he then stood up,
"I think we should finish this conversation at another time.. I need rest."
Zara getting up grabbed at him and kissed his mirror part of his mask,
"That is for saving me."
She then as door opened skipped away. The Mandalorian sealing the door, came to table, and pressing a valve at his neck, removed his helm and laid it on the table, the mirror reflecting his face which looked like...
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