War Doc
Jalen wasn't exactly thrilled about going back to Lothal. It's where he grew up, and ultimately where his life would be changed forever. The loss of his sight... the burning of his home... these things haunted him, but it was deemed to be a necessary step in his training to return, much to his dismay. This was supposed to be a simple mission. He and an older padawan, who would take charge on this outing, were to descend into the ruins of the temple ruins on the planet and recover a holocron. Supposedly, it was a record of the building's history, which was certainly more anticlimactic then knowledge of intergalactic importance. Jalen didn't mind that. He'd rather not be filled by any more anxiety than he was already fighting. They just needed to get in, find the holocron, and leave. Preferably to never come back.
He sat in his seat on the transport, anxiously plucking at the strings on his hallikset. Usually music calmed his nerves, but it wasn't helping this time. What about the passengers around him? Were they looking at him? Judging? Everything felt so blurry.
Ding
Confused as he was on his surroundings at all times, he at least knew what the ringing meant. They had arrived. Pretty soon they'd be making the trek out to the ruins of the temple. Jalen's head continued to spin. Not once on their trip so far had he spoken to his elder padawan, even to give his name. He was far to preoccupied, lost in the anxiety and overwhelming confusion of his mind and surroundings.
Jalen very much wished he could simply return home.