[member="Parmi Miemant"] | [member="Romeo Sin"]
The automated voice of the droid spoke, cybernetic eyes scanning the Pike, "That lightsaber is not your own." It was more statement than question. The padawan was either gifted with mastery of the Force, or had taken the hilt from someone else. The forge work was unique and beautiful, the signs of a Jedi Master. He reached out with the force, imbedding energy into the hilt as he looked over it, he murmured quietly, "Bifurcating cyclical-ignition pulse. The Pike is designed for underwater use." Hurrikaine looked up, meeting his cybernetic eyes with Parmi's organic, "From my knowledge, Togruta's are incapable of breathing underwater." He didn't wait to question if she was one to frequent underwater missions through the utilisation of environmental suits, but rather assumed that the blade was not her own. He didn't ask who it was either, he had a feeling he knew just who. Her Master. Hurrikaine swept his gaze around the outside of the cafe when he spotted the growing group surrounding Romeo. He had a bad feeling about it. The Mandalorians were known to frequently become Bounty Hunters as a profession, and their large presence with Romeo unsettled him. Hurrikaine had a bounty on his head, not as Republic personnel, but as a wanted criminal in Republic space. Wanted for the murder of Jedi Master Pasang Tashi. Hurrikaine remained seated, hoping the influx of customers for their morning meals would keep him and Parmi unnoticed.