One of the benefits of being apart of a religion that mandated the everyday use of face-covering helmets was that no one could tell when your eyes were closed. Which is certainly what young Bastian Ordo was doing during the dreadfully slow history class. [i]"Seriously..."[/i] he thought to himself as the gold plated droid was winding down his planned lesson for the day. "What scrap pile did Master Skywalker find this piece of crap? My clan's warriors wouldn't use this for target practice."

Thankfully, just as Bastian contemplated headbutting his own desk, the bell rang out. Free period was next, which suited the young warrior just fine. That meant spending more time with... her.

When Bastian left his kinsmen behind to go with the hooded strangers, they insisted on throwing a going away party. While Master Skywalker and the few Jedi he brought along enjoyed the festivities, Bastian and the rest of Clan Ordo knew exactly what they were celebrating. It was his own funeral, for they knew he would never return. So, the poor child found himself lost amongst the stars, surrounded by strangers. He knew that path of the Jedi was his future, but to turn his back on The Way, on his peoples culture, cut deep. He had contented himself on being alone, until she sought him out. 

Was it curiousity? Pity? Something else entire? Whatever it was, Jin was the only being at the entire academy that Bastian would ever consider calling a friend.

Trying not to act eager, he sought out Jin in the bustle of his fellow student.

"It's free period." he said to Jin, his voice muffled by his helmet. "What should we do?"