Ezra thought he did a great job selling Jedi not just being community service doers. Which was exactly why he was eating his foot thanks to what the council decided to assign as a mission. Drexus was ‘on probation’ and constantly under watch. Ezra had it cleared where he could take Drexus on missions to try and show him the Light, but the type of work was exactly the kind that he hoped the Zabrak wouldn’t have to do.
They found themselves on Lothal, on the farm of a grumpy old man that had his nerfs stolen by some bandits. The Jedi mission was to track down the bandits and clear them out without the nerf herd being harmed. And, of course, they had to guide the nerfs back safely.
It was exactly the kind of mission he was sure would have Drexus throwing the biggest hissy fit. But for now, there was no other option. The ride over, Ezra focused on working out in the cargo bay or listening to his preference of music.
The ramp lowered and Ezra walked down, glancing over at the Zabrak, “We’re going to be meeting with Larry the farmer,” He explained, “Just…let me do the talking. Try not to look like you're going to set him on fire,” He said, fighting back a smirk. Ezra was known to look moody, but this guy made him come across as a cheerful elf.
It didn’t take long to find Larry the farmer who was already in a bad mood. The man had to be in his 90s and he looked like a shriveled up midget, and he looked between the two of them, “Damn, what do they feed you kids? Rest of us be starving and you all like 8 ft tall and looking like you ate a few nerfs on the way here.”
Ezra stared blankly, actually lightly placing his foot above Drexus’ to gently remind him to shut the hell up.
“I’m Ezra and this is..” He paused. Shit, he forgot to brief Drexus on this, “Pete,” He blurted out, “We were sent by the Jedi to assist with your herd disappearing.”
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