DOCKYARD, MOS EISLEY SPACEPORT
13:17 local time
"Family member is he?" the dockmaster ventured, scowling at the holoimage.
"You might say that" Dash replied, suppressing a smile. This Padawan Viszla did have his blue eyes and fair skin. They would even have shared the blonde hair, before Dash's encounter with the icy nexus on Kro Var turned his own white. But they were not brothers or anything. At least, no more than any two Jedi were.
"Might have come through here aye" the man said, noncommittally "then again, might not. Can't be sure".
"You will check your records then?" Dash gave a warm smile this time, not ashamed about weaving the Force into his words so early. He had learned how to charm most people in his acting days, but he had not even intended to be here in the first place. He was not going to waste time.
It was easy enough to sway the dockmaster's will. "I'll check the records" he repeated, as if the thought were nonetheless his own.
They made their down the dockside towards the CCTV control station, Dash sweeping his fringe aside from his sweat covered brow. He was not a big fan of the heat. Though he had managed to eschew the bulk of his armor and just secrete the duraplast inserts beneath simple desert clothing, he was sure he was going to keel over if he couldn't find this boy quickly.
When the call had come in about a Padawan in trouble, he had apparently been the closest Jedi, on his return trip past after a visit to Christophsis. Far from a stoic, Dash had been irked about having to change his own plans and was still not quite over the annoyance. But he had an increasing understanding for Force currents that he could not always see. Maybe this would be worth it after all.
@Darasuum