Welcome to Medina [Klatooine]

[Eugen Aker]

Continued from Walk With Me

Fort Medina, Klatooine

The current weather was a scorching 37 degrees celsius, but Arisa remained cool within the depths of the subterranean base, on her way to the cafeteria. Cadets, soldiers, and contractors filled all the halls on their way to classes or back up topside to face hellish ordeals of the surface as they continued their grueling training regime for a coveted slot within special operations command.

She blended in well with the crowd, the Jedi looking just like another contractor in her simple casual wear of boots, khakis, and a loose fitting navy tee. That's the way she preferred it, not trying to draw attention to herself by waltzing around in robes. Once, Jedi had worn them as a gesture of humility, but these days their only function seemed to be to draw a nice big target on their back.

The halls became increasingly busy as she approached the doors of the cafeteria, the morning crowds still making their rounds. She'd find herself in wait at a line that stretched down the hall that immediately led inside. The air was filled with loud chatter and savory aromas of all sorts of breakfast food.

It was a good thing that she had found Rakieh before she had set off for the day, so they could both be seated at the same time as they ate.

"Hmm, looks like I didn't pick quite the right time to get her," she admitted to Rakieh as she turned back to speak with him. "I suppose we'll just have to try to get here earlier next time."

If she wanted, she could have skipped all the lines due to her status, but she didn't like pulling rank like that and set a bad example, especially not in the midst of a prospective apprentice. Abuse of her powers would only go on to breed resentment within her peers, which would hurt the organization as a whole. Being good and responsible wasn't just an objective to achieve in itself, but to promote harmony for order and productivity.

[member="Rakieh Atur"]

 

[Rakieh Atur]

Though Rakieh had arrived on Klatooine in his Jedi robes, his reason for changing out of them was two fold, and in a certain light, three fold. Firstly, 37 degrees Celsius was nothing if not simply uncomfortably deadly, and despite the fact that the robes were designed to withstand extreme environments, kudos to Sasori, they've still just recently been burnt to tattered bits, and having acquired singe marks whilst wearing them made it a risk he didn't want to take. Secondly, Master Yune seemed to be making the effort to blend in, and wearing would she did would make no sense in the company of another who was wearing robes. Thirdly, in the certain light, it was simply socially uncomfortable, being in the presence of someone he knows not of, being starkly different in attire alone.

Still, the collared shirt was not the brightest choice he had made. As they stood in line, Rakieh constantly found himself in the position of adjusting the collar around his neck, continually tugging at it with a finger and yawing his head in the opposite direction as though that would help alleviate the discomfort he was experiencing.

"I suppose so," he said in quick response, "Though waiting in line isn't so bad. It's almost a humbling experience really. A lesson that never gets old, as tiresome as it is."

His response came mostly from starring at the food lined across the bars in front of them, a simple split in attentiveness as opposed to an attempt to tap into unconventional wisdom. In particular, his sight was set upon and fixated on a food he had never seen before, and frankly, wished he hadn't. A quick shudder hit him out of nowhere at the sight of it. A fairly disturbing mix between an ant and a frog with some tendril-like appendages in the mix. In his mind, not a pretty sight. Exotic foods were not exactly his forte.

"So..." he said, his sight still fixated on the disturbing foods. "You've... eaten here before?"

[member="Arisa Yune"]