Private Twice The Pride, Double The Fall

[Troy]

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Location: Rodia, Equator City
Tag: Braze

Looking down as the echani as they scolded him, Troy scoffed. “Quit pushing your luck Jedi Brat…” He said before glancing back at the Rodian who seemed rather impatient over the two of them. Seeming to brush off the two white haired young men before walking away. It was then that he was properly reminded of why he was here.

Worrying now that their scene could’ve ruined any chances he had of catching up with any slavers in the markets here. Maybe today was going to end up being another in his long list of failed attempts to make any real progress.

“Does good manners mean provoking strangers out in public? Actually that’s probably the kind of lousy diplomacy the Jedi practice these days given how the galaxy is these days.” Troy said, continuing to insult the Jedi. “Thankfully the Empire is putting you people in your place… again.” He added before crossing his arms.​

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[Braze]

Tags: Troy ​

Braze paused, giving Troy a slow once-over from head to toe before his gaze climbed back again. A long, weary sigh escaped him, and his shoulders slumped as whatever tension lingered there finally bled away.

"Ya know what? Forget it."

He huffed, brushing the dust from his robes. There was no sense in trying to correct every Force-touched fool who made reckless choices, least of all arrogant upstarts. A flicker of disgust crossed his features as he straightened his attire and stepped away, dropping the torn shreds of cloth into a nearby trash receptacle as he passed.

He silently scolded himself for getting involved at all. It hadn't been his fight, and he didn't need to fight either. He should have kept his mouth shut and walked away. Drawing a slow breath, he let it out through his nose, each exhale easing the last coil of tension from his frame.

It wasn't his place, and the punk didn't deserve his guidance anyway. All it had done was waste more of his time; time he'd never get back. There were far better things in the galaxy to focus on than whether some well-meaning Force-gifted brat rough-handled a frightened animal in the name of good intentions.

He hadn't come here for nonsense like this.
He'd come to find some decent tea.