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The young Tusken Raider watched as the Senate meeting dragged on much longer than usual. Normally he only wanted to kill himself by the end, now he just wanted to crawl into an air vent, curl up into a ball, and yell at the top of his voice until the stupid that was the Galactic Senate had been flushed completely from his mind. It was a bit too much for him to be able to bear then, looking out a large, elegant window that probably cost more than his apartment out to the Jedi Temple that was under reconstruction. Day and day it looked better, and day by day Arek wondered by he was still on Coruscant.
Politics no longer interested him. War time politics were much less interesting than peace time politics, which was a fact that took the Jedi padawan completely by surprise. But it was the truth and no matter how hard he tried Arek could never escape the truth.
"Padawan Dinallis! Ah, over here please!" A senator from Corellia called over to him. She was conversing with senators from Naboo and Mon Calamari. The other two the padawan had no knowledge of, but the lady senator he surely did. She was older than him, possibly around fifty, fifty-five standard years. Finicky, not completely right in the head. Paranoid and twitchy. But she was nice, and actually had an alright mind for politics. The senator from Naboo was a woman only several years older than him, early thirties. But she was pleasing to the eye still, as most from that same planet were. The Mon Cal was a man and probably around sixty. All three dressed in clothes that might as well as have been made of money.
The three senators talked Arek's ears off for more than an hour, with the closest to fun he would get was a playful smile from the Naboo senator after one of his typical, snarky remarks. But that was as far as he got and the padawan didn't attempt to go further.
Once he was on the verge of death by boredom the Tusken ran from the Senate building as quickly as he could, making sure to not bother to cover his actions and make it clear he planned to make it out faster than the most in shape of bolo-ball players. Once out of the building, Arek checked to see if his brain was still even functioning after his latest near-death experience and when the conclusion that everything was more or less there he continued his exit. Walking to a nearby diner, the Jedi diplomat couldn't possibly fathom how slimy a cesspool of, well, slime, could be within a half an hour walk of the Senate building. He bet the food was delicious, so he walked in and took a seat right up at the counter.
Arek smelled soup, and he loved himself a good bowl of soup.
Politics no longer interested him. War time politics were much less interesting than peace time politics, which was a fact that took the Jedi padawan completely by surprise. But it was the truth and no matter how hard he tried Arek could never escape the truth.
"Padawan Dinallis! Ah, over here please!" A senator from Corellia called over to him. She was conversing with senators from Naboo and Mon Calamari. The other two the padawan had no knowledge of, but the lady senator he surely did. She was older than him, possibly around fifty, fifty-five standard years. Finicky, not completely right in the head. Paranoid and twitchy. But she was nice, and actually had an alright mind for politics. The senator from Naboo was a woman only several years older than him, early thirties. But she was pleasing to the eye still, as most from that same planet were. The Mon Cal was a man and probably around sixty. All three dressed in clothes that might as well as have been made of money.
The three senators talked Arek's ears off for more than an hour, with the closest to fun he would get was a playful smile from the Naboo senator after one of his typical, snarky remarks. But that was as far as he got and the padawan didn't attempt to go further.
Once he was on the verge of death by boredom the Tusken ran from the Senate building as quickly as he could, making sure to not bother to cover his actions and make it clear he planned to make it out faster than the most in shape of bolo-ball players. Once out of the building, Arek checked to see if his brain was still even functioning after his latest near-death experience and when the conclusion that everything was more or less there he continued his exit. Walking to a nearby diner, the Jedi diplomat couldn't possibly fathom how slimy a cesspool of, well, slime, could be within a half an hour walk of the Senate building. He bet the food was delicious, so he walked in and took a seat right up at the counter.
Arek smelled soup, and he loved himself a good bowl of soup.