Jsc
Disney's Princess
Voss
Silver Jedi Space
Just outside the public terminal of the Spaceport was an argument. Three Jedi Masters, all women, were losing their tempers and shouting loudly about someone having lost another Padawan. Yes. Not just one Padawan. But "another" Padawan too. Truly a heavenly disgrace.
Jessica Matthews stood with a deep sigh nearer the curb. Waiting. Sighing. Wishing. That her peers would please just calm down. Garbed in her teal space-outfit of clever adventure, she looked over to the silver-and-black Protocol Droid next to her. Watching as the robot threw up it's arms with wild abandon.
"Madam please. We must stop this ruckus. The Masters are disturbing the entire terminal with their tirade."
Jess shrugged and shifted her stance, "Oh. Sure. By all means C-Ten. Go over there and make them hush. I'm sure they won't tear you apart with space magic or spin your voice actuator into a musical instrument just for kicks and giggles. They're in the mood for it. That's for sure. Hmph."
"Madam, ?!"
Yet, the droid stopped for a moment to consider his suggestion in a new light.
"...Ahem. On second thought. Perhaps you should stop them. As, I just remembered. I very much dislike magical confrontation."
Jessica just smiled and nodded, "Yeah. I thought so too C-Ten. I thought so too."
Quietly returning to their sighing composures. Our two heroic and misplaced onlookers continued to watch the wild scene unfolding before them. Indeed. The strange soiree of arguing Jedi women across the terminal did, alas, continue unabated.
What a mess.
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@ [member="Nima Tann"]
Silver Jedi Space
Just outside the public terminal of the Spaceport was an argument. Three Jedi Masters, all women, were losing their tempers and shouting loudly about someone having lost another Padawan. Yes. Not just one Padawan. But "another" Padawan too. Truly a heavenly disgrace.
Jessica Matthews stood with a deep sigh nearer the curb. Waiting. Sighing. Wishing. That her peers would please just calm down. Garbed in her teal space-outfit of clever adventure, she looked over to the silver-and-black Protocol Droid next to her. Watching as the robot threw up it's arms with wild abandon.
"Madam please. We must stop this ruckus. The Masters are disturbing the entire terminal with their tirade."
Jess shrugged and shifted her stance, "Oh. Sure. By all means C-Ten. Go over there and make them hush. I'm sure they won't tear you apart with space magic or spin your voice actuator into a musical instrument just for kicks and giggles. They're in the mood for it. That's for sure. Hmph."
"Madam, ?!"
Yet, the droid stopped for a moment to consider his suggestion in a new light.
"...Ahem. On second thought. Perhaps you should stop them. As, I just remembered. I very much dislike magical confrontation."
Jessica just smiled and nodded, "Yeah. I thought so too C-Ten. I thought so too."
Quietly returning to their sighing composures. Our two heroic and misplaced onlookers continued to watch the wild scene unfolding before them. Indeed. The strange soiree of arguing Jedi women across the terminal did, alas, continue unabated.
What a mess.
___
@ [member="Nima Tann"]