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Magnus chuckled at Nova's remark about breaking his hand in a handshake. He didn't think his new arms were actually that strong...or were they? Something else to test in the future.
The mood at the table lightened considerably as everyone relaxed. Magnus listened to the Padawan with interest. He'd never heard of the term "Padawan" before; apparently they had to grow a mini-braid to signify it. Interesting. But then, suppose there was a Jedi-in-training that was a race that didn't have hair, like a Nautolan? Did they tie their tentacle-hair-things into a braid? That would be an amusing. Magnus would pay good money to see that.
"I'm glad we're on the same page now," Magnus replied. "I should have spoken sooner, but I was too suspicious and Davian seemed to be doing most of the talking."
Magnus settled into his seat, getting more comfortable. "I was raised on Axum, a planet not too far from here. My family lived mostly in the....lower area of the city, so we didn't really see a whole lot. The only trips I ever made off-world were a couple short trips to Coruscant, and even then I only caught glimpses of Jedi. The rest I know is all probably just rumors and legends." He paused, peering out into the pouring rain, seeming to gather his thoughts. "A few months ago, my parents and I got into an....argument. We were in a hangar bay next to our only freighter. It exploded suddenly; I still don't know what caused it. The blast instantly killed both my parents. Shrapnel ripped my arms and face to shreds, and I got seriously burned all over. Had to spend all my savings plus the money from my parents' business to cover the cost of the cybernetics." Lifting his arm again, he continued, "I gotta say though....I like 'em. A lot. People seem to respect me more now." Magnus lowered his arm. "I'm still getting used to 'em though. It's weird, not being able to feel my face or arms any more. And everything's much sharper, it's like I have perfect vision and hearing."
Magnus eyed Davian's Jawa Juice, and realized he was still thirsty. "Excuse me for a moment," he said as he got up from the booth, "I'm getting another drink." With that, he approached the bar counter, sifting through the credit chips in his pocket.
The mood at the table lightened considerably as everyone relaxed. Magnus listened to the Padawan with interest. He'd never heard of the term "Padawan" before; apparently they had to grow a mini-braid to signify it. Interesting. But then, suppose there was a Jedi-in-training that was a race that didn't have hair, like a Nautolan? Did they tie their tentacle-hair-things into a braid? That would be an amusing. Magnus would pay good money to see that.
"I'm glad we're on the same page now," Magnus replied. "I should have spoken sooner, but I was too suspicious and Davian seemed to be doing most of the talking."
Magnus settled into his seat, getting more comfortable. "I was raised on Axum, a planet not too far from here. My family lived mostly in the....lower area of the city, so we didn't really see a whole lot. The only trips I ever made off-world were a couple short trips to Coruscant, and even then I only caught glimpses of Jedi. The rest I know is all probably just rumors and legends." He paused, peering out into the pouring rain, seeming to gather his thoughts. "A few months ago, my parents and I got into an....argument. We were in a hangar bay next to our only freighter. It exploded suddenly; I still don't know what caused it. The blast instantly killed both my parents. Shrapnel ripped my arms and face to shreds, and I got seriously burned all over. Had to spend all my savings plus the money from my parents' business to cover the cost of the cybernetics." Lifting his arm again, he continued, "I gotta say though....I like 'em. A lot. People seem to respect me more now." Magnus lowered his arm. "I'm still getting used to 'em though. It's weird, not being able to feel my face or arms any more. And everything's much sharper, it's like I have perfect vision and hearing."
Magnus eyed Davian's Jawa Juice, and realized he was still thirsty. "Excuse me for a moment," he said as he got up from the booth, "I'm getting another drink." With that, he approached the bar counter, sifting through the credit chips in his pocket.