BOTHAN SECTOR, BOTHAWUI
DREV'STARN, CEDRIAN TERRACE
Promotions and appointments were the sort of time that vastly shook up one's schedule and eagerly consumed the concept of free time. Whilst an honor in of themselves, these elevations posed to be quite the challenge for the young Master known as Josiah Denko to overcome. This was not due to an inability to meet the demands of acting as Justiciar of the Templar Rangers, but due to the fact that he simply did not have enough time to spend with his apprentice, Sophia Walsh. The others under his tutelage, namely Trevin Neros and Seth Lockheart, were fortunate enough to either have additional teachers overseeing their training, or in the case of Trevin, to be apart of the Rangers. However, Sophia had, in recent weeks, been elevated to the mantle of Viceroy over District 2.
And with that elevation, Josiah was met with the fact that he did not have enough time to spend with the woman he had come to grow rather close to. Sure, they kept in touch via holo-call and made time to meet for training sessions on Roon, but the free time to simply aimlessly wander about the halls of the Sanctum, or the streets of Bothawui, was simply gone. As such, Josiah decided to take an evening off from the demanding role of Justiciar and invited his dear apprentice to do the same. Tonight, they would make time and catch up with one another; and Josiah had the perfect place in mind! He had heard rave reviews about the Cedrian Terrace. The multi-storied establishment was famous across Confederate space for its exceptional cuisine (and exceptional price) and seemed the perfect place to spend an evening on the town with the beautiful Miss Walsh.
As such, reservations were set, a holo-call was sent out, and the two had agreed to meet up at the Cedrian Terrace for dinner. Being the first to arrive on the scene, Josiah was free to make his selection of tables for the evening; and so he chose the thirteenth floor. The atmosphere of this particular level was calm, serene, and fit the occassion quite nicely. Beautifully set and adorned tables spanned the entire space, and the young Master selected the single table situated on the balcony for their meal. This allowed for them to enjoy the view of the skyline of Bothawui's capital as the sunset above: breathtaking stuff apparently. A Bothan waiter by the name of Is'ep was presiding over their meal this evening and took it upon himself to escort the sharply-dressed and freshly-groomed male to his seat.
At a glance, Josiah did not even look like his typical self. The fuzzy mane that he had been growing on his face had been cultivated and trimmed into a neat beard; and he sported a shorter haircut to boot. His standard, Templar attire was gone and replaced with a crisp, button down shirt of white and a pair of slacks. His sleeves were casually rolled up, his shoes were shined to perfection, and the only parts of work that he had brought along was the small badge affixed to his belt and the lightsaber, Sterling, which was clipped beside it. After all, one could never be unprepared, even on an occasion such as this. "Sir," came the accented voice of the Bothan waiter, "might I interest you in a glass of water?" To this, Josiah chuckled and said, "No thank you, I'll wait until she arrives."