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She could feel the droid glaring at her, even with her face firmly turned the other way and staring out the viewport into the hypnotizing vista of hyperspace. He found his face very unsettling when he glared, not that his face looked any different when he wasn't, and all he seemed to do around her was glare. What else did she expect from a so called loyal servant of the family, he hated Jedi almost as much as the people he had served for years, and now he was hers.
I told you to stop that, no more glaring.
The droid titled his head to look at her with clearly evident contempt on its face. Again, she had no idea how he did that with a face that was basically a solid piece of metal. As Mistress must know, I am incapable of glaring. Are your eyes not operating at optimal efficiency? I can list a number of procedures that can fix that. A lobotomy perhaps?
Vin just huffed and turned away once again, just as the consoles in front of them lit up again, indicating the ship's imminent exit from hyperspace and arrival at the Champala system. Vin's eyes lit up as the planet appeared before them, her irritation with KR3CH forgotten. She had spent her entire life on Onderon, and most of that in a small hut in the middle of nowhere. And now within the course of two days she had visited two planets. That thought sobered her up, because the only reason she was here was because she had failed on Jedha. The Order had turned her away, making her make the trip to Champala in search of her Master's teacher.
From the little she had managed to learn about the planet, Champala was as full of seas as Onderon was with forests. It was a beautiful world, a pristine blue marble floating in front of them. But as they approached the planet and began their descent Vin realized that it wasn't as pristine as it seemed. Landing on the outskirts of a city in ruins, Vin was shocked to see the level of destruction. She had heard about the war, but only now did she understand what it really meant. This is the war?
The droid turned to her to speak, but she was in no mood and held up a hand to forestall him. He might hate her, but he was compelled to obey her. Taking in a deep breath, she set off towards the ruined city, in search of a man she had never met. All she had was a name, there hadn't been time for more. But she was a Jedi, a name should be enough for her.
I told you to stop that, no more glaring.
The droid titled his head to look at her with clearly evident contempt on its face. Again, she had no idea how he did that with a face that was basically a solid piece of metal. As Mistress must know, I am incapable of glaring. Are your eyes not operating at optimal efficiency? I can list a number of procedures that can fix that. A lobotomy perhaps?
Vin just huffed and turned away once again, just as the consoles in front of them lit up again, indicating the ship's imminent exit from hyperspace and arrival at the Champala system. Vin's eyes lit up as the planet appeared before them, her irritation with KR3CH forgotten. She had spent her entire life on Onderon, and most of that in a small hut in the middle of nowhere. And now within the course of two days she had visited two planets. That thought sobered her up, because the only reason she was here was because she had failed on Jedha. The Order had turned her away, making her make the trip to Champala in search of her Master's teacher.
From the little she had managed to learn about the planet, Champala was as full of seas as Onderon was with forests. It was a beautiful world, a pristine blue marble floating in front of them. But as they approached the planet and began their descent Vin realized that it wasn't as pristine as it seemed. Landing on the outskirts of a city in ruins, Vin was shocked to see the level of destruction. She had heard about the war, but only now did she understand what it really meant. This is the war?
The droid turned to her to speak, but she was in no mood and held up a hand to forestall him. He might hate her, but he was compelled to obey her. Taking in a deep breath, she set off towards the ruined city, in search of a man she had never met. All she had was a name, there hadn't been time for more. But she was a Jedi, a name should be enough for her.
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