Zzzzzzzzzzk-
He could hear it, he knew he could hear it and no one else could.
Zzzzzzzzzzk-
Maybe he could tune it out, they were almost there.
Zzzzzzzzzzk-
It started when they took off and turned off when they hit hyperspace.
Zzzzzzzzzzk-
Now they were back and so was that sound!
Zzzzzzzzzk-ZzzzzzzzKUNCH

A [url=http://starwars.wikia.com/wiki/Servodriver]weapon[/url] wielding wolf began to attack a sputtering speaker with his sound system skill. In moments the panel was in his hands with bare wires exposed. Snarling and muttering, he popped a sticky-stick into his mouth to start chewing as he worked over the electronic auditory enhancer. He reached between his teeth and stuck the binary organic epoxy to the exposed metal threads before putting the whole thing back together.

Finally, blessed silence.

[b]"We've now landed on Dantooine. Please gather your things and head to the docking ramp." [/b]

Of course. 

Around the corner came a human with short blackish hair with lighter skin in a white shirt under a leather jacket with overset shoulders but a black longsleve under the white. So many layers of clothing made Rar so glad for his fur but his species also came with a mighty drawback, reaching into a pocket, he took out some allergy medicine and a dap of gel under his nose to keep his nose open. A downside to an interstellar musician is lots of travel and he always gets sick when he comes to a new planet like now. In a month he'll be fine but he rarely performs gigs for more than a day per planet so he is constantly miserable, adding to his moody broody persona on stage.

The ramp drops and the golden light of the verdant world pours in, a cropball planet known for only producing food. Well he always wanted to cut a Farmer album, those ones where the guy looses his house, looses his wife, looses his droid. Walking back to his shoulder bag, a dewback leather with his bands name embroidered upon its surface, he put away the servodriver into its pouch and went down the ramp with all his possessions in tow.

"Well, here we are. If everyone will come with me. Find yourself a room, girls to the left, boys to the right."

Part of him wanted to be a bastard and claim gender identity just to file left with the rest of the girls, but manners won out and he made his way down to the end of the right hall, poking his head in each room with a snapping of the fingers to test the acoustic absorption. All the rooms were identical so he'd have to talk to the people who built this place for some muffling panels so he could get a good night sleep. Superior hearing, lowlight vision and ability to track by smell make trying to get any rest a living nightmare, thankfully he had a [url=http://www.wildgasmasks.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/04/quarter.jpg]sensory deprivation[/url] hood from the last album shoot in his bag. Originally a novelty, but it did help when he was on tours to catch a nap.

Staking a claim on a bunk with his bag, he adjourned back to the new area with several seats in a circle where the jedi stood now flanked by two others both with fair skin and shades of hair

"This is Knight Briana, in charge or the temple and your saber training." He gestured to the white haired woman. "And this is Padawan Mical, in charge of your force training as well as lore." Now he pointed to the male with golden locks.
 
Mical stepped forward and began to hand out data pads. "I hate to bother you, as you've just arrived, but I need to give you these. These contain the Jedi code, as well as basic meditation instructions. I'll give you until tomorrow morning to get used to this new world, but I want to see all of you in this room tomorrow at sunrise to begin your training. If you'll familiarize yourself with the data on the pad, things will be easier tomorrow morning." 

Briana motioned to him and he stepped back so that she could speak.
"Tomorrow afternoon I'll be testing your skills with a weapon. After that I'll give you the rest of the day off to practice on your own. Don't worry, once you get the basic skills down we'll relax your routine a bit and let you study what you want at your own pace. We just want to get the important lessons finished soon. Are their any questions?"

Slowly the shistavanean singer raised a hand. His mind was on his band-mates, fugitives from the sith temple of korriban who didn't join him on the shuttle, were they on another temple on another planet, were they mindwiped to forget about him? What about the band itself?

"This place is pretty remote, and after what happened with Darth Nhilus wiping out planets, are we allowed communication with the outside worlds?"