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Coron paced outside the Shades' Dantooine outpost nervously. He was dressed in some simple grey robes, and a silver lightsaber hilt hung at his side. He swallowed - or tried to swallow, his mouth was dry as Tatooine.
The Dantooine air was cool and comfortable, but still Coron was sweating. It was his first mission as a Padawan of the Shade Order, and he wasn't completely sure he was ready for it.
He would have backup, though. Other Padawans. A Master. Coron worked to steady his breathing. He would be fine. He just needed to get himself under control. It wasn't like he hadn't faced dangers before - why was he so nervous now?
The Dantooine air was cool and comfortable, but still Coron was sweating. It was his first mission as a Padawan of the Shade Order, and he wasn't completely sure he was ready for it.
He would have backup, though. Other Padawans. A Master. Coron worked to steady his breathing. He would be fine. He just needed to get himself under control. It wasn't like he hadn't faced dangers before - why was he so nervous now?