They hadn't even been 10 minutes into the mission before people got to arguing.
The old woman's eyes wandered back to the bar. There was a bottle that looked, if she was not mistaken, like it might be Walker's black label. That wasn't her usual Corellian whisky, but she could make it work in a pinch.
Another voice interjected itself and Kory did a double take to see a man with flowing gold locks of hair that she'd
swear hadn't been there just a moment ago. She didn't remember a lot of things, but she'd have definitely have remembered seeing someone who looked
like that.
Suddenly this mission was looking up!
"Will we capture other pirates, or just eliminate them and only capture Lugar?"
...
nope.
The moment was gone. And she was going to need that drink now. Shuffling over toward the bar, the silver haired matriarch was only half-listening as the inevitable voices of conflict emerged anew. A soft, quiet presence was hesitant. A male padawan was concerned with the potential for civilian casualties.
About the time that a young woman chimed in to the conversation with various options for disabling opponents, Kory had managed to find a decently, somewhat clean looking shot glass and was now squinting at the bottle. Now that she was closer, she could tell this wasn't Walkers at all. It was
Naboo Royal.
Gungan whisky. Truly, this was dark times.
For more than a thousand generations, the Jedi Knights had been the guardians of
standards in the galaxy. Moral standards. Legal standards. Ethical standards. And, yes, standards of basic human decency -- which she was fairly certain did not extend to Gungan whisky. Simply put, she was not that desperate yet.
"I would recommend myself and Master Sol-Syna each head a different team, in order to ensure that neither team are lacking a reliable Master if there are issues."
Oh, bloody hell. All of this and she wasn't even going to get to enjoy the eye candy?
Frack it. She was that desperate.
Opening the bottle, the woman pour a shot and then knocked it back. And then did her best not to grimace.
That had been about as smooth as swallowing course sandpaper that had been doused in kerosene.
Lowering the shot glass, the woman tipped the bottle a second time, just briefly, to put a splash of whisky in the glass. Coming out from behind the bar, the old Jedi dropped the shot glass containing the sip of whisky down beside where the Nezumi was presently wringing her hands. Or paws, as the case may be. Either of which might be helped by a sniff of Naboo Royal Gungan whisky. Assuming the harsh bite and poor quality didn't further traumatize the poor thing.
Rather than give any comment on the proposed plan, Kory would let the fact that she had moved to stand beside Goldilocks be a show of silent agreement with her fellow master.
Instead, looking at the group, the woman commented,
"There are always alternatives to violence. It is not about the attacker, but a question of how we choose to respond. Remember your training. Be in the moment and have faith in yourselves, for the Force is with us."
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