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Private Voices In The Atrium [Colette]



VOICES IN THE ATRIUM
LOCATION: Shiraya's Sanctuary, Commons.
INVENTORY: High Republic Jedi Robes | Crossguard Lightsaber | Standard Lightsaber.
TAGS: Colette Colette .

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It was midday on Naboo, and for many of the younger Jedi students, it was their break for lunch between lessons. Those who attended scheduled classes, the Padawan Learners and Initiates who were well on their way towards attaining a Master and setting forth into their advanced training. For Balun Dashiell, this was a pleasant time in the day where the atrium was often busied with others gathering their lunch and seating themselves at the long tables set up for larger groups to encourage socialising and camaraderie among the Order. The constant chatter, the lightened moods at a time when the stressors of practice were temporarily set aside, and the young could simply focus on being themselves. The sight of them often brought a smile to his face, greeting those who acknowledged him yet otherwise seeking not to interrupt the students' leisure time.

The young Jedi Knight had just concluded his first scheduled class teaching meditation to a few of the next generation of Jedi, something that had been rather intimidating at first, yet he had quelled such feelings to instead focus on his desire to give back to the Order and offer something beneficial to the Padawans. While he had given them his full attention, the urge to critique himself was never far away and often much harsher than was fair on himself. In the public light, it was easier to keep such feelings at bay, yet in the quiet of the evenings, where he would reflect on the days passing, more often than not, did he question himself. He had only been among the roster of Jedi Knights for a short time, and as his Master had pointed out to him, the pressure he placed on himself to perfect his role was perhaps more of a hindrance when it masked the individual that he was.

The lesson had gone well, Balun taking Ala Quin's advice to heart and simply allowing himself to be his more casual, grounded self with the students, something the Padawans who had attended seemed encouraged by. He had planned to sit and write up his lesson report, losing himself in his datapad while he ate and sipped a wonderful cup of stim-caf. That was until he noticed a familiar face in the far corner of the room, a member of the Jedi Council who had been present at Cerys' hearing. Balun's alarming step into Knighthood, impromptu as it felt.

"Hello, Master Noble" Balun dipped his head in greeting, not a full bow as formal etiquette required, but with a tray of food and his drink in both hands, anything more would risk spilling it all across her table; "It would appear I'm not alone in the art of working through one's lunch break" he grinned, glancing between Colette Colette and the datapad in front of her. "Would you care for some company, or would that be intruding on your downtime?" It was still rather awkward, knowing how to act around the Mentor body of the Order now that he had become one of them, yet, given her position in the Jedi Council, there would be no mistaking his cautionary manner, as he did not wish to be an inconvenience to her.

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Former Mentor: Ala Quin
Jedi Apprentice: Cerys Dyn
Major Faction: The High Republic
Sub-Faction: Jhaessa Prime
Conglomerate: Dashiell Incorporated™

Subsidiary Company: Dashiell Retrofit™



"Speech"
'Thought'
 
Balun Dashiell Balun Dashiell
The rays of the sun bathed this table in a warm glow. It was probably silly, but Colette treasured that when it came to working with electronics. Well-lit background, never stare at it for too long before doing something else, always keeping a mind out for headaches.

She ran her thumb up and down along the latest reports to vigorously check between the different costs of keeping the Order up and running. So far things were looking pretty good, but a feeling in her gut told her that it was just a matter until that changed. War was brewing on the horizon. And from what Colette had gathered so far it would seem that few things were as capable of tearing whole Orders apart as war was.

It would begin with a need to shift priorities that put dents into the chain of logistics. Continued pressure would turn those dents into cracks and before long there was no chain anymore. So far Colette hadn't managed to find any dents, but they were coming — of that she was certain.

"Hello, Master Noble." An unfamiliar voice tore Colette from her work.

"Balun." She bowed her head in greeting once she remembered the name to the face. "No, I was going over a report I've already gone over several times before."

The councilor-knight pulled up her satchel to stow the pad away. A well-worn canvas bag that had seen years of abuse by now and yet never discarded. A bit like Colette herself, she supposed. She extended her hand towards the seat opposite hers.

"You seem to be taking to your promotion well from what I've seen and heard."
 

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