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[b]The [i]Ostro[/i].[/b]

[indent]The ship was riddled with all kinds of folk- mainly of the unsavoury ilk. It reminded Jonn of his his home planet, dirty, desolate, and filled with others willing to take advantage of unsuspecting folk. As such the young 'padawan' mostly kept to himself, only bothering to converse with other folk to find any leads about his sister. The Insignia appeared to be an unknown, oddly enough a few appeared to twitch at its presence before hastily and dismissively hand-waving their knowledge of the badge. It was an annoyance to the boy, half-way tempting him to use the force. But he dared not try after the first... incident. 

Jonn had heard of it before, Force Rage, a 'darker' power if rumours were to believed. It was maddening to him that he could not remember much of the ordeal, but to beat... no overpower three fully trained non-force users was something else. In the end, risking another accident of Force Rage was inadvisable, even if it would be a much simpler trifle to obtain the information he wants using the force.

This, however, did not deter Jonn. He went around the markets and continued looking for any leads, even offering whatever pittance of credits he had left. None wanted to divulge information. The back of his neck pricked as he observed a hooded man wave his hands in-front of the merchant who then inconspicuously began walking away. Perhaps it was his sensitivity to the force, or perhaps it was just his nerves, but he had an inkling that the man was likely a force user.

Jonn approached the now sitting man, eyeing him suspiciously, before speaking, [b][color=E08D00]"Excuse me, sir, would you happen to know anything about this-"[/color][/b] He flashed the insignia to the man, [b][color=E08D00]"... insignia?"[/color][/b]

Before Jonn could get an answer his eyes were drawn to the screen inside the bar. He stood stone-faced at the 'announcement' but was freaking out internally. He had very little on him, his most valuable possession likely being his stolen lightsaber. The ship was now in a stir as he collected his thoughts, many panicked and ran, others seemed incensed and willing to defend what (little) they called their own.

As for Jonn... his own life was not his to give. It would be used to save his sister's life, and nothing else. An unknown species was now attempting to rouse others on the ship, a fool's folly, Jonn thought. He was no stranger to a fight. If it came to it, he would fight, but for now... he would prefer staying incognito. Getting caught by unsavoury pirates was an unnecessary risk and one he was not willing to take.

Jonn began looking for a way off the bridge of the ship, his hand gripped lightly on the lightsaber under his long cloak.
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