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Quanades continued to drink from his glass. His thoughts drifting to what had happened to Master Lako'nas, and if his Padawan was safe. They weren't thoughts that he would admit to anyone, not even Kos'nora. He would continue with his steel composure until the job was completed, whatever the outcome was. He took another sip, his gaze shifting to the left - a Dug had leapt up into a seat and Quanades watched him closely. Just as he had explained to his Padawan, this planet was full of filthy creatures. He rubbed his forehead, thumbing over the age lines there for a brief second before opening his mouth to speak to his bar neighbour.

"Excuse me there, pardon my assumption but you have the look of a mechanic..." his voice came out as a low growl - there would be many who would find such a tone coming from a Jedi Knight to be intimidating. It would remain to be seen how the Dug would react, but Quanades remained intense in his manner, lifting his glass once more to his lips to drink the last of it.

Kos'nora was watching her Master - that was the third drink he'd gone through since being here - and she began to wonder if he was trying to stir some trouble on purpose. It wouldn't be the first time. She narrowed her eyes in his direction, hoping that he would somehow sense the glare he was receiving. She watched as the barkeeper slid Quanades yet another drink. Maybe she should just let him get on with it, and get back on with her own job. In the same way in which she hoped Quanades would feel her glare, she could feel the glare of someone too. She turned her head and saw a Wookie sat alone at a table, a Wookie who had been watching her. There was no time like now to approach the creature. 

As she made her way over to the Wookie, she felt a disturbance in the Force. Something dark and it hit her like a wave; and then, an explosion sounded out from outside. Intuition told the young Twi'lek all she needed know, it was The Nomad. But how?

Quanades had heard it too, he wasn't as in tune with Kos'nora, and he didn't suspect such foul play. His Padawan moved over to him with speed, her hood coming back to reveal her youthful face, and shocked expression. "Master, I think we should check this out." Quanades growled under his breath - taking back his drink in one, nodding in acknowledgement to the Dug and the Barkeeper. "Just once I'd like for you to turn a blind eye for a few moments longer," his words were the usual sort he would spit out when he too frustrated to deal with a present situation, and her response was always the same too, "you are a Jedi Master and it is our duty to make sure that everything is alright." 

"Remove the stick from your behind already, let's go."

As the two left the Cantina, and looked off to where they had docked the Nomad, it could be seen in flames. Only then did Quanades show some kind of feeling of the situation; "well then, I guess we won't be needing an Engineer - but a captain." He loved that ship, but he wasn't going to show Kos'nora he was bothered. Besides, he was feeling buzzed from the drinks in him, he would deal with his emotions of loss later. For now, as he had said, they were in need of a new ship to taxi them to Hoth.

"Change of plans. Get back in there and find a pilot."

"Master, I'm sorry about the ship..."

"Don't be, just... We have work to do. So do it."

And a job to do she did indeed have. There was something that Quanades was either overlooking, or just not asking her to do. This was done on purpose, and she wanted to find out by whom.


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