[center][h3][b][color=fff200]Clio[/color][/b][/h3][img]https://i.postimg.cc/RF0qKF2G/Clio-Lightsaber.png[/img][/center]

	Clio knew that the Force was highly versatile, capable of doing remarkable things. The use of it to predict the future unnerved her, since it was a case for the absence of free will. Did she have any choices, if the outcome was already decided? Was she training to become a Jedi because she desired to or was it destined? Could they ever really avert a war or were the events simply meant to be? The mysticism of it all gave her a headache. Clio recognized it was the sort of thing her twin adored, diving into the possibilities of the Force. 

	She peered around the cantina, admittedly finding it difficult to single anyone out as a potential lead. [color=fff200]"They all look like scum to me,"[/color] she confessed in a whisper, careful not to let the patrons hear her. She wasn't in the mood for a barroom brawl. A fight breaking out here would most definitely ruin her chances at getting to go to [i]the site[/i] later and pay her respects to two of the greatest jedi to ever live - Luke and Leia Skywalker. She was especially inspired by Leia's story, mainly because the oral legends portrayed her as one of the fiercest and bravest generals of the Rebel Order and later the Resistance. It didn't hurt that she was female either. 

	Unfortunately while Clio found it hard to single out someone, those in the cantina didn't have the same problem. A Cerean roughly slammed their drink onto the counter, its contents spilling everywhere. The alien then got up from his seat and turned, narrowing his eyes at the twins. "No jedi scum allowed!"

	[color=fff200]"But other sorts of scum are okay? That's really discriminatory. And just rude. What would your mother say?"[/color]