[center]~| Day 3, 18:05-18:27 GST |~
~| the Memory of Coruscant |~[/center]

After the chat with the two masters, Kennith didn’t have much to do till they actually got to Tatooine. After near-constant search for two full months, having time which wasn’t allotted to some goal was almost strange. Some might say he could’ve gone over old data again, but he knew well that would not be useful. There simply weren’t any viable leads in the information he had. Any truly useful information at this stage could only be acquired through direct contact.

It was for that reason he went to the chamber that had been assigned to him. When he got there, he was pleased to see that the Ship’s droids had already moved his gear in, so he spend a few minutes stowing it in the appropriate places. Like he usually did, he didn’t have much. A few spare robes, some disguises and various gadgets made up the bulk of it. He’d never been fond of having many possessions, all that did was get messy. Besides, being on the move all the time meant chances of a lot getting lost.

After unpacking fully, he thought about taking some time to meditate, but he really wasn’t in the mood for it. What he was in the mood for was food. Proper food. After checking the schematics once more, he strolled over to the nearest turbolift, took it three decks up, then went sternward through the medical bay to the mess hall. The former was all empty now, but he had a feeling it would not remain so long.

The mess hall was quite possibly one of the largest rooms in the ship, being both wide, long and tall. Well, engineering would be even bigger, but that didn’t count. There were scores already eating in there, even one of the other Jedi. When he got to the end of the line and saw just exactly what was being served, his mind would not quite accept it. He wanted food, not nutrient paste.

He looked at the cook on the other side of the counter, then handed him a couple of credit chits. “Got some meat? perhaps a decent slice of Nerf steak? If you do, these’ll keep coming.” The chits were far more valuable than a few pieces of steak, but Kennith didn’t care, he simply wanted decent food. If his bribery got everyone else better food as well, then that would no doubt improve the morale, something which one should never underestimate the value of.

The cook’s eyes lit up upon receiving the chits. “Coming right up,” then he whispered with a small grin. “Captain’s stock.”

“Excellent.” was all Kennith answered. A couple of minutes later, he held a tray with a large slice of fried Nerf on it and some slightly indeterminate vegetables beside it. He’d have preferred some determinate vegetables, but that could wait. The cook would need time to expand his stock. Even if not perfect, the vegetables were still worlds better than a gooey nutrient paste. Not knowing anyone else on the ship, he chose to sit down opposite that other Jedi.

As he sat down, he smiled at the other Jedi. “Name’s Kennith Rahn. Who are you?”