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It cold when Dartel woke up; he wrapped a thin piece of cloth around his shoulders. Aside from the piece of cloth, the thin pair of shorts and sandals was the only clothing he wore. It was part of his guise as a slave. The only information he was given was that he was to hide his presence and go undercover as a slave. To do that, he spent some time away from Naboo, from Bakura and from anything else Jedi oriented and found a small village on Tatooine to do this. After a week of story building under the name Yasura, he had been taken is as a refugee before allowing himself to be kidnapped by local slavers in the community. After that it only took about a cycle or two for them to sell him to a traveling slaver from the Kwilaan Spaceport.
It took in the surroundings once more to see if there was any change in his surroundings. It was a typical cell setup, a duracrete bed that was built out from the wall, a built in light fixture and a durasteel door. After his evaluation that nothing had been changed, Dartel or Yasura, sat cross-legged on the rigid bed and closed his eyes. He searched through the force and could tell that this mission was soon going to be underway as a strong presence could be felt nearing his location. He couldn’t tell if it were at the station or not, but could feel that it was close. There was a slight hiss that pulled his attention back to the confined cell; the door slid open and a guard stepped in only to drop a tray of slop onto the floor, scattering the contents. With a carefree flutter, Yasura opened his eyes and eyed the guard with a smile.
“Food…”
“Thank you, sir. Have a good day.”
It was an oddly cheerful saying given what had just happened. Yasura moved close to the guard before bending over and picking up the tray and sitting back down on the bed and attempt to eat what was left on the tray using a finger. The guard merely huffed before turning and slamming the door behind him. Yasura could tell that from the sound of the slam that the door wasn’t that think, and if he needed to, he could punch through it using the force and a bit of force potency, but he decided against it as it would blow his cover to have a slave suddenly burst out of a cell unassisted. Instead, he took the time to focus his mind and search through the force for balance. It was a practice that he had made more regularly since his first teaching stint on Bakura a couple months ago, and since, it had been a daily occurrence.
He allowed his mind to wonder about the master that he had been assigned the mission with. It would be his first time officially seeing this master as well as this person in general. Dartel was excited as he would finally have his opportunity to ask some questions and become a student once more instead of the teacher, but the mission came first and he knew that. It would be difficult, but Dartel or Yasura was ready and was fairly confident that the mission would be successful. There was a little uneasiness in his stomach as he wondered if his droid found the master in time with his message and gear. It was a required thing for the mission; it was important that people believe that Yasura was a slave, so he sent his jedi robes and lightsabers to the master joining him on this mission.
It took in the surroundings once more to see if there was any change in his surroundings. It was a typical cell setup, a duracrete bed that was built out from the wall, a built in light fixture and a durasteel door. After his evaluation that nothing had been changed, Dartel or Yasura, sat cross-legged on the rigid bed and closed his eyes. He searched through the force and could tell that this mission was soon going to be underway as a strong presence could be felt nearing his location. He couldn’t tell if it were at the station or not, but could feel that it was close. There was a slight hiss that pulled his attention back to the confined cell; the door slid open and a guard stepped in only to drop a tray of slop onto the floor, scattering the contents. With a carefree flutter, Yasura opened his eyes and eyed the guard with a smile.
“Food…”
“Thank you, sir. Have a good day.”
It was an oddly cheerful saying given what had just happened. Yasura moved close to the guard before bending over and picking up the tray and sitting back down on the bed and attempt to eat what was left on the tray using a finger. The guard merely huffed before turning and slamming the door behind him. Yasura could tell that from the sound of the slam that the door wasn’t that think, and if he needed to, he could punch through it using the force and a bit of force potency, but he decided against it as it would blow his cover to have a slave suddenly burst out of a cell unassisted. Instead, he took the time to focus his mind and search through the force for balance. It was a practice that he had made more regularly since his first teaching stint on Bakura a couple months ago, and since, it had been a daily occurrence.
He allowed his mind to wonder about the master that he had been assigned the mission with. It would be his first time officially seeing this master as well as this person in general. Dartel was excited as he would finally have his opportunity to ask some questions and become a student once more instead of the teacher, but the mission came first and he knew that. It would be difficult, but Dartel or Yasura was ready and was fairly confident that the mission would be successful. There was a little uneasiness in his stomach as he wondered if his droid found the master in time with his message and gear. It was a required thing for the mission; it was important that people believe that Yasura was a slave, so he sent his jedi robes and lightsabers to the master joining him on this mission.