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“I can’t help you.” a man said to his friend who sat across the table from him.
“Can’t or won't?” his friend the man’s friend demanded with a hint of incredulity
“Both.” The man replied clearly annoyed.
They were just two people in a noodle shop on Commenor tucked away at a table in the corner waiting for the server to come back with their food. Except they weren’t Just two people in a noodle shop. The man appeared to be in his late twenties but really he was yet to be a decade old. He was a clone. One bred to fight wars and yet one of the few who hadn’t died in any. He for now was a security officer on Commenor helping to keep the public safe.
His friend was not as interesting as being a clone but he was in fact a Jedi Padawaan fourteen and sporting the braid that defined his position among the order, the young would be warrior sat across from the clone, his friend and continued to poke and pry trying to get some kind of information from him.
“Why not?” The young man asked still very much not understanding what could possibly be keeping his friend from giving him exactly what he was asking for. Dagos Terrek as the young padawaan was named was not a spoiled child who wasn’t used to getting his way, well he wasn’t exactly that way, not all the time. He wasn't used to his friend not blindly going along with his plans. Which by the way were for the most part absolutely fantastic.
“Firstly, your master would never go along with it.” the clone responded in his accented voice. He was right, Dagos thought. Master Ismet would never in a million years go along with the plan Dagos was trying to sell here.
“Secondly.” The clone went on cutting Dagos off before he could mention once again the brilliant part of the plan where his Master would never need to know about the plan. “My boss would surely have me fired from the security office and court martialed.”
Dagos looked at his friend who had traded fatigues to wear the dark blue uniform of the security force. He was in uniform now. A dark blue fiber armor top with matching pants, black high top boots and a gold badge that sat prominently on his chest. He was proud to be wearing that uniform, proud of what it meant, that he was doing good.
Dagos for his part was not dressed like many of the Jedi learners. He did not wear robes or tunics or those flimsy boots he often saw them scuffling about in. Nope. Not him. He in his mind was looking fly as heck today. His fit was killer. He had on tight skinny fit slacks with matching loafers(no socks of course.), a long sleeve pink shirt, two thin gold rope chains around his neck, over the shirt of course and one pink studded earring in each ear. He had considered wearing his pink tint sunglasses as well but the way his green eyes stood out in contrast from his dark complexion was always one of his favorite features.
Their server, a young man with blonde hair pulled back in a ponytail, came back and set down their bowls with a light clink. He lingered for a moment asking if they needed anything else and then lingered a moment longer after that to share a joke and a laugh with the security officer.
“Party. I think he digs you man.” Dagos told his friend after the young man had walked off to go help another table.
“He’s just being polite.” Party said back sure there was nothing else going on. Dagos knew better though. He was Jedi after all and could sense the waiter’s curiosity and attraction but Dagos knew better than to push any further with Party.
Dagos took a bite of his food and immediately his eyes began to water and his mouth turned in to a circle.
“This chit is fire right here!” He exclaimed with acclaim. It was fire both in that it was very hot but it was also incredibly delicious. He had gotten a bowl of noodles served with some kind of aquatic fowl native to commenor but the star ingredient was the Devaronian fire pepper. Every bite tasted like smoke and spice. His taste buds were being roasted to perfection every time he lifted the chop sticks to his mouth.
“So tell me again about this plan of yours.” The clone said to his Padawaan friend.
Iris Arani
“Can’t or won't?” his friend the man’s friend demanded with a hint of incredulity
“Both.” The man replied clearly annoyed.
They were just two people in a noodle shop on Commenor tucked away at a table in the corner waiting for the server to come back with their food. Except they weren’t Just two people in a noodle shop. The man appeared to be in his late twenties but really he was yet to be a decade old. He was a clone. One bred to fight wars and yet one of the few who hadn’t died in any. He for now was a security officer on Commenor helping to keep the public safe.
His friend was not as interesting as being a clone but he was in fact a Jedi Padawaan fourteen and sporting the braid that defined his position among the order, the young would be warrior sat across from the clone, his friend and continued to poke and pry trying to get some kind of information from him.
“Why not?” The young man asked still very much not understanding what could possibly be keeping his friend from giving him exactly what he was asking for. Dagos Terrek as the young padawaan was named was not a spoiled child who wasn’t used to getting his way, well he wasn’t exactly that way, not all the time. He wasn't used to his friend not blindly going along with his plans. Which by the way were for the most part absolutely fantastic.
“Firstly, your master would never go along with it.” the clone responded in his accented voice. He was right, Dagos thought. Master Ismet would never in a million years go along with the plan Dagos was trying to sell here.
“Secondly.” The clone went on cutting Dagos off before he could mention once again the brilliant part of the plan where his Master would never need to know about the plan. “My boss would surely have me fired from the security office and court martialed.”
Dagos looked at his friend who had traded fatigues to wear the dark blue uniform of the security force. He was in uniform now. A dark blue fiber armor top with matching pants, black high top boots and a gold badge that sat prominently on his chest. He was proud to be wearing that uniform, proud of what it meant, that he was doing good.
Dagos for his part was not dressed like many of the Jedi learners. He did not wear robes or tunics or those flimsy boots he often saw them scuffling about in. Nope. Not him. He in his mind was looking fly as heck today. His fit was killer. He had on tight skinny fit slacks with matching loafers(no socks of course.), a long sleeve pink shirt, two thin gold rope chains around his neck, over the shirt of course and one pink studded earring in each ear. He had considered wearing his pink tint sunglasses as well but the way his green eyes stood out in contrast from his dark complexion was always one of his favorite features.
Their server, a young man with blonde hair pulled back in a ponytail, came back and set down their bowls with a light clink. He lingered for a moment asking if they needed anything else and then lingered a moment longer after that to share a joke and a laugh with the security officer.
“Party. I think he digs you man.” Dagos told his friend after the young man had walked off to go help another table.
“He’s just being polite.” Party said back sure there was nothing else going on. Dagos knew better though. He was Jedi after all and could sense the waiter’s curiosity and attraction but Dagos knew better than to push any further with Party.
Dagos took a bite of his food and immediately his eyes began to water and his mouth turned in to a circle.
“This chit is fire right here!” He exclaimed with acclaim. It was fire both in that it was very hot but it was also incredibly delicious. He had gotten a bowl of noodles served with some kind of aquatic fowl native to commenor but the star ingredient was the Devaronian fire pepper. Every bite tasted like smoke and spice. His taste buds were being roasted to perfection every time he lifted the chop sticks to his mouth.
“So tell me again about this plan of yours.” The clone said to his Padawaan friend.
Iris Arani
