Suddenly, a wild padawan appears...

[Myra'di]

Six years ago....

Dantooine​

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Myra'Di had been on world for quite some time, doing odd jobs, some minor bounty work, just to scrape together enough credits to keep her fed and housed as she searched for a Master. She'd given up finding one with Jedi Order. The padawan finished her training, but had nothing to work with as she was perhaps 'too old' now for most of the masters. Who knows.

Regardless, she knew there was a master out there somewhere. Someone who'd be able to appreciate her fire. Her drive. She was Mandalorian. She was Firrerreo. She was a warrior, and proud. She would not be defeated, even by circumstance! Myra soldiered on. Finding simple bounty requests, people who owed back on bad loans, or other petty thieves. Targets that she didn't have to kill, and weren't able to put up enough of a fight to kill. Easy money. Not big money, but easy. Kept her under the radar, and kept her hands clean of unnecessary blood.

So it was here, in this port-city on Dantooine that she found herself trolling the cantina. Reaching. Feeling. Hoping. There had to be a master out there... somewhere... right?

[member="Solan Charr"]

 

[Aithne Charr]

[member="Myra'di"]

Solan had been on the planet in order to fuel up when a spike ran through him and he sighed as the feeling was like a resonation through the force. Who ever this moron was, they were either laying a trap for someone, or as stupid as he thought. Broadcasting yourself like that through the force could get you killed if the wrong person felt it and it caused him just to simply groan at this point before paying the dockmaster to keep watch over his ship while he did something.

With that the one who was broadcasting herself to the entire port was not hard to find in the least sense. It took him but a few minutes to figure out which direction she was even located and then from there he just walked. Perhaps e was putting a bit too much into his thoughts of whom ever it was he was sensing but that remained to be seen after he found this person. With that though his eyes focused on a Cantina and he sighed. "Great of all the places... this person is probably drunk." He sighed and pushed into the cantina, staring around the area.

 

[Myra'di]

No, not drunk. But definitely inexperienced. And lucky. Definitely lucky. To have made it this far out into the Outer Rim, making this same mistake in almost every town she stopped in for a couple of weeks at a time, and not get found by the wrong parties? Yeah, definitely a luck-touched soul.

She'd feel.... frustration? Aggravation? Some negative emotion, from the man who entered with purpose into the cantina. The padawan was not so adept at sensing the Force to readily tell how strong his aura was, but she could perceive that his aura was greater than anyone of the other occupants of the tavern. A fetching smile faltered on her face, as she was unsure how pleased she should be to see another Force Sensitive in the tavern, especially while bearing such a foul air about himself.

She'd be seated in a corner booth, with clear line-of-sight on both entrances, or exits as they'd be needed in a bad spot, from her vantage point. A small pot was placed before her, two cups, and wisps of steam trailing out the spout of said pot. Tea. Should the man who just entered pinpoint her as the source of his perceived agitation of the Force, she'd give an almost sheepish smile, before making a slight motion towards the seat across from her. Perhaps a nice glass of tea would ease his tension? And perhaps assuage some of his desire to scold and berate the padawan. Hopefully....

[member="Solan Charr"]

 

[Aithne Charr]

[member="Myra'di"]

Solan's eyes found the woman almost immediately as he stood within the frame of the doorway. 'Great... shes old enough to know exactly what she is doing.' He thought to himself before staring at her and sighing. 'Might as well help the woman.. before she does this again with someone who isn't so forgiving for stupidity.' With that his feet moved towards her, crossing both hands behind him and looking the woman over for a few more moments to get a better baring about her.

She was a few years oler than him, that much he could tell without problem. The exact number escaped his ability to tell, but he was sure it would be easier to learn from her the specific details. The slight motion and sheepish smile was enough to tell him though that she was very sure of what she had done and that just made him even more disappointed. This person was given a gift, something used by others so willingly for good and evil, and she used it like this to look for others... others whom could have hurt her in more ways than just physically.

 

[Myra'di]

She could tell from his expression that he was.... frustrated? Annoyed? Displeased? She wasn't certain exactly, but she knew he was not happy to see her. As he got close, she'd spoke softly, so only he would be able to hear, not that the cantina was crowded enough to be easily overheard. "I... apologize... I am... Not intentionally trying to cause trouble, and disruption. I've not been able to find others out here away from the core systems..." She sorely doubted her apology would suffice, but perhaps this individual would give her a chance of redeeming herself, as he didn't radiate hate and wrath, as one would expect of a Sith, so she felt there was a chance that he could be the instructor she sought.

She hoped, but only he could decide if he would teach her. Somewhat younger looking than herself, age was relative when it came to mastery of the Force. She would, unless interrupted, proceed to pour the man a glass of tea, offering it to him before pouring one for herself as well, if he decided to take the seat across from her.

"I am Myra'di." She'd introduce herself, still trying to get a reading. His expression showed a strong inclination towards chastisement, but she wasn't certain if he was going to do so, or with how much fervor he was going to proceed into it with.

[member=Solan Charr]

 

[Aithne Charr]

[member="Myra'di"]

He watched her entire tone dropped and could tell she truly meant the apology. Even without using his empathy which shot red flags up immediately, telling him just how sorry the woman was. With a sigh he closed his eyes and thought to himself before opening them once more and taking the seat even before offering it. to him. "Look, You knew what you were doing and if i had been any other person, especially a group with which are far more cruel than i could ever become... You would not even be here to apologize over such a mistake. You need listen carefully. Do not do that again..." He closed his eyes again as he rubbed them before pulling a pair of glasses out of an inside pocket for the clothing he wore.

Once on the bridge of his nose, the glasses remained and acted as a barrier between his eyes and hers. Those eyes then alling on the tea and smiling as the woman did remind him a small bit of an odd friend of his. She looked similar too, but not too much so. His hand closed around the glass and he nodded. "None the less though, it would be rude for me not to leave you with just those words. My own name is Solan... what were you seeking to accomplish with all that Red?" He forwent her name and simply called her by the color of her hair, the woman whom he could tell more now than before that she was very much so a few years his elder.