by Aran Enfas » Thu May 31, 2018 7:14 pm
A young man in the brownish robes of the Jedi Order walks through the breakfast mess, turning his head to survey the crowd. Eager curiosity and disciplined serenity fight a brief covert war on his face, partially obscured by a pair of wraparound, mirror-reflective sunshades. His head is shaved close, but a small string of beads hangs from the right temple of his eyewear.
He earns some curious glances himself. Neither the robes nor the sunshades are unique -- many Jedi have joined the mission, and such eyewear is popular among some of the Republic special forces types -- but the combination is unusual. He also conspicuously lacks the fabled weapon of the Jedi.
He makes irregular progress through the tables, although he weaves easily through the narrow and densely-populated spaces between the tables. A meditative pause; a seemingly-random change of course. He stops neatly behind an empty spot of bench, and turns to face the only nearby diner.
"Ma'am," he says politely, his voice sounding more boyish than seasoned. "May I join you?" He carries no tray, only a steaming mug, held in both hands.
Jedi Order| Miralukan | Monastic in Mirrorshades | A Good Padawan, Who Craves Neither Adventure Nor Excitement |
ProfileEquipment: Very little. Right leg cyberleg, walking with a staff made of vibro-axe haft.In combat, stimpacks, no walking staff.