The Sector Ranger's ship rocked violently as it dipped below a wreath of clouds into Ord Mantell's lower atmosphere. Peering out the viewport, Arata laid eyes on a city for the first time. There were no cities on Keelia. None on Yavin IV, either. Arata had heard of them, of course, and seen holos of them on the HoloNet. But to see one up close defied expectations.
He marveled at the architecture, at the way speeders whizzed by them on the way out of the city to the countryside. How could anyone live in such a cramped space, blaring with noise and activity? The very thought of it gave him anxiety, so he pulled away from the viewport.
In the pilot seat of the cockpit was a Ranger named Kanan Marek. The two of them had barely spoken on the flight beyond basic introductions, and while it would be too awkward to break the silence, Arata couldn't help but be curious about the man. He was no Jedi Knight. There were currently none of those who could take Arata on. But Kanan had agreed to teach the Padawan the basics of law-enforcement work. There was much a Padawan could learn from a Sector Ranger about that line of work, and Jedi did need good detective instincts, as well as public relation skills.
Arata wanted to learn more about the Force. He wanted to build his first lightsaber. But every Jedi had to learn patience—or so he was told. So, he was sent here instead. He supposed he better make the best of it.
"What's the mission?" he asked, peaking over Kanan's shoulder as the ship dipped lower towards a starport runway. He tried a smile, but it came off weak. He was still nervous about all this. "I suppose it's not going to far to ask, right?" @llamallove