Turbulent Tutoring

[A'Runda]

Location: Golbah City Training Grounds
Tags: [member=Scherezade deWinter]

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A'Rudna was currently sitting in a small classrooom originally meant for strategic training for lieutenants and aspiring generals. But that's only because the main training rooms were reserved for "more important" matters then teaching magically gifted sand people from a back water spec of dust in the galaxy. But then again at least no one called him a "sand muncher" on the way to class.

He sat back at his desk with his backpack to the side of the chair. This would be a familiar setting for most in who had a education in the galaxy. But like most things for the Tusken, it was very alien. If he was being honest, he wasn't in anyway sure what was going to be taught to him. When he got paired with the crazy (in his own opinion) "sithling" he literally let out a verbal sigh. After all the first time they met she mutilated a Hutt and danced around inside it. Now he didn't like Hutts, but still. Plus he wasn't sure what someone who he thought was younger then him was going to be able to teach him anything. If anything he could easily give her a crash course on Tusken culture and society.

Nonetheless it seemed as though his tutor, mentor, teacher, or whatever was a tad late to their lessons.

 

[Scherezade deWinter]

Usually, Scherezade prided herself on knowing every in and out of the Citadel in Golbah City. She spent hours here in between missions, using the training facilities and various things the structure had to offer, sometimes stooping as low as to use the cafeteria to get food when she had no time to hunt. It had been months since she last had to actually do that, since thanks to her droid she was now earning more income than she knew what to do with and that was before counting her salary with the Ministry of Secrets, but there were things in life she just wasn't all too comfortable with, and funnily enough, buying food for the fridge was one of them when it came to meat.

But the classroom section… That was pretty new to her. She had no idea these existed, nor what the lessons actually contained. Yet as part of her community service for the Confederacy, something she was doomed to be doing for a while as punishment for slicing into Confederate datafiles, teaching here was something she was supposed to be doing. Why? She had no idea. When Exarch [member="Srina Talon"] had initially said she'd be doing community service, Scherezade had imagined she'd be cleaning up road kill in backwater villages, not… Teaching.

Today was meant to be her first such lesson, and the student she'd been assigned was… Archivist A'Runda? The name had sounded familiar to her and she flicked through the datapad, remembering instantly who that was. Crap! She'd met him on Tatooine and sort of taken him as her personal slave for a whole ten minutes, giving him the choice between joining the Confederacy and having him sold on to someone else. She was slightly disappointed when he'd opted to join the Confederacy since she could've seriously used the credits, but Scherezade was sometimes smart enough to know when a battle was not worth fighting.

Entering the classroom, Scherezade was clad, for a change, in the Knights Obsidian Strike armor. She hated that thing. And it was odd to still wear it, considering she was no longer a Knight Obsidian, but her job with the Ministry of Secrets involved secrecy, so to anyone who did not have the correct clearance level, she was still a Pathfinder.

"Hey Sand Muncher," she greeted him with a grin and took a seat right across of him, fighting the urge to put her legs on the table. She'd never actually attended a classroom. There had been no time to go to school in the year and a half that she'd existed, and she wasn't quite sure that she'd have gone even if her life had been normal. No one else in her family had, after all. "What am I supposed to be teaching you today?"

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[A'Runda]

A'Runda watched as Scherezade made her way into the classroom. Figuring by her being a tad late meant that both of them were out of their element in this setting. A'Runda's education mainly consisted of survival lessons taught by mainly his father, and the tribe. However, the Tusken rolled the his eyes behind their lenses after being refereed to by such a derogatory nickname. One thing he wasn't expecting was that she was clad in full armor. Which was far more modest of an outfit then hes seen the past. Perhaps she was just being considerate, but he was doubtful.

"Greetings Mistress deWinter." He replied like he would if he was still her "slave." Which he in no way took seriously, but figured he could make fun of her for it. "By the way, that was a risky move you played back on Tatooine since slavery is a big no no in the confed...confederrrrr... the CIS." He joked, with a slight chuckle coming from behind the traditional alien mask.

But he once again rolled his eyes when she asked him what her lesson plan was for the day. Letting out a verbal sigh and lowering his shoulders he would reply. "Well, I wished to be taught how to alter environments and elements. Namely earth since I'm working on a project to practice under the Shappers of Val Kor." This was after the incident back on Bassadro where lava was giving him a hard time. So he wanted to work on preventing something like that in the future.

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[Scherezade deWinter]

"It was," she agreed with him, and then smiled, "but it worked. You're with the Confederacy, aren't you? And judging by your record, you haven't been idle about it either."

It was totally a huge risk she'd taken that day. And sure, it had ended up panning out, meaning she had nothing to worry about in terms of being once again maybe executed for slavery, but there was no way she was going to admit to that. To anyone.

Yet as he spoke of what he wanted to learn, Scherezade frowned. Something felt… Strange, to her, about the situation. She'd thought she'd have to teach him something more basic, like writing, or moving things with the Force a little faster.

"How does a human pretending to be a Tusken learn of the Shapers of Kro-Var?" she asked, leaning forward a little bit. She was definitely interested now. "They're not exactly common knowledge to most people, and if I'm not wrong, you spent your entire time on Tatooine before coming to the Confederacy."

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[A'Runda]

Before A'Runda went in to speak he paused, and remained quite for a moment. 'Pretending to be a Tusken' to him that was more insulting then being called a Sand Muncher. "First of all, I am a Tusken, just not biologically." He could easily go on a tangent about the complexity of Tusken culture with her. But he was supposed to be the student. So he wouldn't dish out any long winded lessons.

"Second, I didn't spend all my time on Tatooine before joining the confederacy. I had gone off world a hand full of times. As much as I love my home world, It's not really that great for doing research on much stuff other beyond moister farming. How else do you think I'd know how to construct a lightsaber? I will admit though I do hate space travel."

Feeling like he was on the verge of ranting again he would answer her question. "I fear that you've forgotten that I'm an archivist now..." He paused. "Well actually maybe you didn't know that and Madalena did..." He added, thinking out loud. "Nonetheless it's part of my job to know these kinds of things. In the Knights Obsidian I do my best to look into obscure Force Orders, primarily with tribal backgrounds. Such is the case with a brief mission to Felucia to try and lean a bit of the native culture their. In short, researching and looking into uncommon knowledge is what I've been up to while you were away. Someone's gotta look out for the little guys, who better to do so then a Tusken?" That was how A'Runda viewed his job at least. Maybe someone higher up assigned him to these things because they didn't want a semi-illiterate person like him working on more important things.

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[Scherezade deWinter]

Scherezade didn't flinch when A'Runda corrected her on the Tusken thing. To her, it didn't really matter. She knew the Raiders of the Stinky Sands as a warring species with an annoying language; not as a culture within its own right. Of all his words though, the only one that made her loft her brow in respect was when he mentioned constructing his own lightsaber. Not even she had done so yet; her lightsabers were a gift by a Jedi Master, not ones of her own making, and she wasn't certain she'd ever even make them. While she loved the gifts she'd been given, the lightsaber, albeit her being a Force User, was far from being her primary weapon of choice.

"Hey," she said once he was done, "I didn't forget you're an Archivist. Have you smelled yourself through the Force? You're still in the rookie stages of your Force training, and this 'verse offers a whole bunch of coockey things you could be researching. I can bet your sandy behind that I'd have no trouble finding at least three Archivists that have no idea who the Shapers are."

Leaning back in her chair, Scherezade stretched out and put her arms behind her head. "I was in the space between dimensions while I was away," she shrugged, "but anyway, what's that about a mission to Felucia? That planet's like, crazy-dangerous."

As she waited for him to speak, or he spoke, the Sithling got up from her chair and walked around the class room, starting to open closets and drawers, obviously looking for something.


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