Jin was bored. 

The young Zabrak fidgeted slightly in her seat as the teacher droned on. History was not her favorite subject. While she was great at remembering the dates, something about the combination of having to sit meditation-still and yet focus was downright agonizing. It didn’t help that her horns were coming in. Seven tiny, irritating itchy nubs across her hairline like an invasion. Splitting the soft lavender skin at her scalp, peeking through the voluminous curls of her voilet hair. 

The throbbing headaches felt permanent.

Her mind desperately sought an escape. But the Master was watching. Master Skywalker never made his presence an accident. All 24 of them were doing their best to be model students, but she’d caught more than one stifled yawn amid the electronic monologue. 

And then it happened, like a gift from the Force. She caught Knight Corran’s voice and focused on it without turning. An important visitor, dock 2, refreshments… a mystery? Certainly more exciting than the history of the eons of texts. Luckily the class didn’t go for much longer. Soon, the bell sounded that indicated the end of the course – and freedom! Packing up her things and itching at the nub that gave her the most trouble, she looked around for her friend, Maybe he would want to go hunting for a lttle excitement.