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[indent]"So, Master. Perhaps after this mission - perhaps we can schedule my trial at last?" came the soft, almost timid voice of the Twi'lek Padawan, Kos'nora from co-pilots chair of the ship, she looked across at the bearded and shabby looking Jet Quanades to the right of her. His gaze was held over the scene outside. He didn't look back to his Padawan as she spoke, instead he let out a gruff sigh and an equally soft response; "you're not ready..." He continued to stare at the space outside, paying little attention to Kos'nora. She bit on her lower lip, weighing up the consequences of her her retort before she spoke once more "will I ever be?" her tone was defeated and numb. It was a conversation they'd had many times, and the answer had always remained the same.

For the last 3 years, she had faced taunts from those younger than her, who had been given - and succeeded at their trials. Those younger than her who had ascended to Jedi Knight. Yet, still she was burdened with being the Padawan to a complete miser of a man. While she had somewhat grown used to his eccentricity, the fact that he could still be so harsh and cold to her at any moment kept her on her toes. Although, there had been one time, on her Birthday, that he had wished her a Happy Birthday. It was possibly the only actual moment of sincere kindness he had shown her in the 6 years they had been together.

How he got away with it, well, she only knew from the whispers - that he had the elders in the Order wrapped around his finger. That they had absolute trust in him, and seemed to let him act free of much consequence. It was really not a reason at all, not one that she could understand through logic - or by anything that she knew already about how the Order worked. It was just wrong, and she was the one who suffered and they just seemed to let it go on.

"You're not ready, Kos'nora. Stop asking the dang question" his tone was speckled with frustration and she could tell - because his volume went up just that little bit more, and his eyes moved. They still didn't turn her way, though. She must have felt suddenly bold, either because of his ignorance - or frustrations of her own, because she stood up from her seat and raised her own voice back. "You're right! With you as my Master, I never will be!" She folded her arms over her chest and turned her head away, instantly regretting that she raised her voice at someone like Quanades. But he remained silent, and instead just took a sip from his glass, slowly, slurping obnoxiously at the liquid within. This wasn't good, he was thinking and plotting a spiteful remark.

Usually when a particularly sour insult was about to be thrown, Quanades would take a deep breath in before blurting it out. Today, there was no deep breath, but a long sip. He then slammed the cup down on the console. Hard. It broke, and the contents poured out over the console, causing a number of blips and bloops to orchestrate. "You're not ready because you don't use that Lightsaber. You make mistakes on every mission. You don't spend time with other Padawans and learn together. You're too naive. You spend too long in meditation. You spend too long reading. You spend too much time asking me to give you your trial instead of proving to me that you are ready." The words flew out fast and hot, with each pause his face grew redder - she knew because now she did have his attention, his full attention. He rose up from the seat and approached her, placing himself mere inches from her face.

[b]"Prove. That. You. Are. Ready."[/b] Words he practically spat at her, and then, just as quickly as his temper had flared, it went back down. She was relieved. She knew that it would - Quanades had a short fuse but a relatively small explosion. "Now look at what I've done.." he sighed and tried to mop up the spillage with the tattered sleeve of his robes. "The whole dang thing is fried. We're going to have to make a detour and get this fixed..." It was a good quality of his, at least, that he never blamed anyone else for his own doings. 

Kos'nora sat back in her seat quietly, the dynamic between the two of them was weird - but in some way, to her, it was normal. She understood Quanades's ticks and triggers quite well - and she also knew and enjoyed the calm [i]after[/i] the storm. "Well, we can land on Eriadu, Master. There's bound to be some engineers there" she suggested, trying to be helpful. "Of course there will be, Padawan. It's an absolute cesspool of filth."[/indent]


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"Keep your hood up kid, there could be trouble afoot in here" Kos'nora wasn't really sure what he meant by it, she wasn't sensing any kind of disturbance in The Force, there were a handful of ugly characters spread around the place, but that was no different to any Cantina she had been to. Then she spotted it, in the far corner, two Twi'lek women dancing seductively for a group of... ugly characters. She felt a pang of guilt. She knew what life as a Twi'lek, a female Twi'lek meant. To be a slave, or an item of pleasure. She had been lucky to escape it. It wasn't the first time she'd seen her kind - those less privileged. The sting of it never got any easier to digest.

Meanwhile, Quanades had made his way to the bar. Several patrons had already sussed him out as a Jedi, and given him a wide berth as a result. They didn't want any trouble in here. While Kos'nora thought he would ask for some information, her Master actually ordered a drink. She rolled her eyes at him - even with his back to her he could sense the attitude; "knock it off, I'm doing some reconnaissance after all. You should do the same. There's every chance they passed through - ask around already." Once again he was refusing to give her eye contact, or any attention. This was usual for him. "If you're not at the very least going to do that, then have a drink with me and lighten up."  

"Oh, and don't go drawing attention to yourself - be discreet." His glass was already empty, and the second being refilled. [i]Reconnaissance my ass...[/i] she thought to herself as she began to make her way around the Cantina slowly, letting The Force guide her...

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