Open Starlight So a Couple of Jedi Walk Into a Bar

[Natalie Hope]

Starlight Beacon was one of the most beautiful space stations Natalie had ever been on. It was also the most boring place to include the other Jedi temples. Some Jedi were out on missions, fighting the good fight, but so many were still aboard the station reading books, tomes, and datacrons. Natalie had taken breaks in between training sessions to travel the galaxy. She even began to practice the Force and her lightsaber techniques on her own by seeking out small evils in her travels. Tainted groves, bands of bandits preying on the weak, old darksider hermits hopped up on deathsticks and shrooms. Nothing too complicated or dangerous for her, but still fulfilling.

She poked what was supposed to be a steak and egg breakfast with her fork. The steak was basically a thing piece of burnt cardboard, and the eggs were just a runny mess of yolk with little to no egg-whites. Whatever Jedi was in the back cooking this monstrosity of a breakfast was clearly no Jedi at all. Probably more aligned with Raze and his abominations, really. It was fitting then that Natalie wouldn't even feed this "meal" to an abomination out of fear of it being a war crime. She missed traveling to interesting planets with interesting foods. Especially when they had some ramen.

Steeling her resolve, Natalie forked some egg into her mouth. Every part of it made her wince and cringe, but she swallowed. She would need the sustenance for later, she was sure. Resting her chin on her arm on the cafeteria table, Natalie began to poke the food again. Maybe if she stared at it long enough it would turn into something else. Maybe even focus the Force into it, and have the Force change it's taste to something edible. It wouldn't work, of course, but it sure wasn't going to be for a lack of trying on her part.

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[Drakon Chaucer]

Drakon had never had the chance to cook before and had learned his cooking skills from the droids of his youth that had raised him. So he gave it a crack, something to distract himself from the problems in the galaxy, throwing out plates of food that he thought were some of his best works. The head chief yelled at him from time to time but Drakon knew it was really just to encourage him to remain humble. Sometimes he saw the orders people put and realized the person had ordered wrong and took it upon himself to make sure they got a good meal.

Perhaps that wasn't his place to decide that but Drakon was a Jedi and knew many in the galaxy were unaware of their own wants and needs. So Drakon was hard at work having done his best work for someone who had ordered some steak and eggs, ensuring that there were no harmful bacteria on the steak and keeping the eggs from making a mess. With confidence, he put the plate out to the serving line to send it off to the lucky person to taste his cooking.

That was when the massive Wookiee stood behind him. The head chef was the 'head' chef for a reason, standing well over three heads over Drakon. He could see the hidden pride under the naked frustration and anger in the large Wookie's eyes. Drakon could somewhat understand the language of the chef but knew there was a percentage change he was mistaken.

"Of course, chef I'm making sure the customers have a safe meal. Don't want them getting sick on raw meat now." The Wookiee threw his arms up in excitement and began grabbing Drakon's shoulder moving him towards the exit door, all the while the Wookiee continued to roar his approval.

"Wow, boss I know been working for a couple of hours but I don't need a break yet." Drakon couldn't really resist, knowing that at best his shoulder would get dislocated if he tried to pull out of his happy boss's grip. Drakon remembers reading about some labor laws about giving workers breaks but Drakon felt that to be silly. If someone needed a break they would just ask don't need to create laws about it.

Once out the door, the Wookiee gave Drakon one final encouraging yell before walking away back into the kitchen. Drakon felt he probably needed to take that break if his boss was so assistant about it. So turning around and finding the number of customers looking at their food with a mix of horror and confusion. A feeling of concern began to bubble up in the man, worried that perhaps some of the other cooks in the kitchen needed more training if their food was upsetting the customers so much. Looking at one woman who appeared to struggle with the food, poking it for a while before finally taking a single bite. The plate looked familiar but Drakon wasn't sure if it was his plate or another of the cooks.

Walking up to their fellow Jedi, Drakon felt out of place with his rich red robe with green trims, a fine brown dress shirt, and black pants. Waving nervously while keeping a neutral expression like the droids had taught him, Drakon spoke a little too quickly. "Sorry to bother you, but is the food alright?" Slowly Drakon realized and was horrified that the plate was in fact the one he just made.

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[Natalie Hope]

She heard a voice, and it took her a minute to figure out the voice was directed at her. First she saw the man's clothes, and then the nervous wave. Natalie's face was deadpan, her fork stuck mid-stab into the cardboard of a steak. Her own black robes a stark contrast to the man's rather bright ensemble. To the on lookers that couldn't help themselves but pay attention they were two opposites.

"Yeah," she said, almost cheerfully as she lifted herself off of her arm, resuming the active poking of the steak. "Only thing that would make it better is if it killed me so I wouldn't ever have to eat it again." It was a good thing she didn't know the man had cooked the food, because when it came to mocking people, Natalie had a priority list and he would be at the top. Unlike the cook though, she took requests for they'd like to be mocked and stuck to it.

"I think the last time I had cardboard disguised as steak, I was eating in a cheap hotel trying to nurse my prom date back to life after he passed out in the punch bowl," she said, her Ord Mantellian accent shining through like a beacon of unrestrained sarcasm. Reluctantly she took another bite, this time of the steak. The swallow was hard, almost painful. Here she was worried a Sith would slit her throat, only to have the Jedi do it themselves in their own cafeteria.

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[Aranmir]

Since he basically spent most of his time at Starlight Beacon, Aranmir could say that he knew the station like the back of his hand. Perhaps it was a bit of an exaggeration, since the place was really huge. However, the Padawan was sure tha he already visited t at least 99, 99% of it.

The cafeteria was one the places that the Tiefling was most familiar with, basically visiting it every day to have his meals. It was exactly for it that the Padawan arrived here. It was time for breakfast, with his belly loudly warning him of this fact. With a smile at his lips, Aranmir approached the balcony to pick his food.

For some reason he saw the chef, an old Wookie Jedi called Yyysnarrr, rushing to replace the food that was on display for other portions. The Padawan looked in confusion, but said nothing. The chef always seemed to be an eccentric type. He grabbed a plate and went to pick the food. Aranmir had picked some perfectly cooked slices of bacon, which seemed to have come out of the oven seconds ago.

When he was going to pick the eggs, the Wookie immediately grabbed his plate and put some of the one that was on the pan that he was carrying. The Tiefling looked in confusion, and stayed this way when he saw the chef remove the eggs that were in the display from the ones that were in the pan.

After picking an apple, the Padawan walked away, leaving the Wookie rushing around as he replaced the food. It was still early and the cafeteria was almost empty, except for a pair talking on a table. With a smile at his lips, Aranmir approached them. "Excuse me, can I sit here?" if they allowed, the Tiefling would sit and start to eat. "The food is really good today." he would comment after swallowing, trying to start a conversation.

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[Drakon Chaucer]

Drakon listened putting his hands behind his back to hide how one of his hands pulled on a finger in a nervous jester. Drakon knew what frustration and displeasure sounded like from a human and knew that this woman was upset due to his work. What did his old tutors say to do when you make a mistake? Lie and pretend it was someone else, right that was the best route to go here.

He attempted to speak when she stabbed into the steak and began to chew with reluctance and pain. The man kept a neutral face on which had become second nature for him. How could he have messed up so badly? Was that what the head chef was actually saying to him? So here was Drakon trying to keep calm trying to figure out how to explain the mistake.

"Umm did your date survive?" It was all Drakon could say as he was struggling to figure out how to explain that well-done steak was the safest way to eat steak.

That was when another Jedi popped in, asking to take a seat something that Drakon had no right to say was free but his mind wasn't quite working right at the moment.

"All the seats are free." Drakon said as stiffly as any well-made droid. Continuing to stand up Drakon looked at the two plates realizing that the 'good food' wasn't what he cooked.

"I'm sure just some new cook in the kitchen trying to practice his cooking skills." Drakon said pulling a chair from an empty table with the Force and sitting down on it, doing his best to smile which might come off as stiff and unnatural.

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[Natalie Hope]

"Until he puked in my hair," she answered the man's question. "Still a better love story than this breakfast." As if summoned by the Force itself, a tiefling appeared with a tray full of food that looked like it was cooked by a professional. Natalie's jaw dropped slightly, her hazel eyes fixed on the delicious morsels on the padawan's tray. How the hell did he get food like that? A number of Jedi were standing up with their trays, and going to the chef for replacements.

She was going to answer the padawan, but the man standing in front of her did so for her. Instead she broke her gaze from his tray and motioned a hand toward the seat next to her. She turned back to the man who also sat down. "You know, if they charged for seating I may actually enjoy the place a little more." Natalie shook her head. Bitching about the food wasn't going to get her anywhere, as enjoyable as it was.

"I'm Natalie," she said, to both the Jedi next to her. If they were going to sit together they might as well introduce themselves.

 

[Ezra Thorne]

“What do you mean there is a food incident and I have to hand out flyers? I have to chaperone?” Ezra asked with a scowl. He was Ezra Thorne, son of the President of the ISC, CEO of EZTech, inventor of the EZPhone, founder of Starlight Beacon. How was he delegated cafeteria and chaperone duties on his first visit to the station in a while?! Perhaps that was a part of it - this was punishment for being away so long.

The part Sephi grumbled to himself and made his way over, almost gagging at the very smell of the place. He listened to the Wookiee complain for a long period of time to his face, trying hard not to check his chrono in the meantime. A part of him regretted inventing EZPods, because he couldn’t pretend to just not understand when someone was speaking and play dumb. Ezra nodded along and made a quick call so one of the food shops from well across the base called Admiral Snackbar (it’s catchphrase was ‘It’s a wrap!’) delivered some emergency food. There was no second chef, just fast food that was better than whatever Jedi was cooking up shoes for meals. Seemed like a legit solution.

The Jedi strode through the hall, spotting a gaggle of padawans. He had an overwhelming urge to turn and walk away. He didn’t like padawans when he was a padawan, and he certainly didn’t like them now. However, other Masters reminded him he needed to have a ‘presence’ outside of just calling dramatic meetings together for Jedi.

Curbing his internal disappointment, Ezra walked over to the group with his stash of flyers. He started handing them out to the padawans. If they looked, they would see it was a ‘social night’ advertising games, a pool foam party and karaoke. The Jedi were really trying to market to their youth and distract from the constant doom and gloom of Raze eating them now and then.

Ezra caught a glance of a fellow Knight (@Richie B. )and paused, “Aren’t you supposed to be handing these out too?” He asked, dropping a giant pile of the bright flyers in front of him. Through it all, he realized he was pointedly ignoring the padawans outside of shoving flyers in their face.

“Hi,” He said curtly, his gaze immediately flicking over to the monstrosity in the woman’s plate.

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[Aranmir]

"I'm Aranmir. Nice to meet you!" the Padawan smiled at the other Jedi, before putting the fork with some egg on his mouth. Since he arrived at the table, the Padawan had noticed that Natalie didn’t stop looking at his plate. He thought that it was strange, since her plate was also full. It was only at this moment that he looked at what the girl was eating.

His surprise was enough to make him drop the fork on his plate. "By the Force, this bacon looks like a piece of coal! Are these eggs or yellow paint?" the Tiefling said, visibly dismayed with the fact that the chef allowed it to be served. "I already ate some bad food before, but never something that bad."

The Padawan turned to look at the older Jedi. "Is this new cook trying to learn how to make food or ways of killing people with food poisoning." he said with annoyance, totally oblivious to the fact Drakon was said cook. "Now I understand why the Chef was replacing everything." directing his attention to Natalie. "You should ask them to replace it. The Chef will be happy doing it."

As if appearing from thin air, Knight Ezra Thorne approached with his hands full of flyers. "Hello!" the Tiefling greeted him with a smile, before picking a flyer from the pile. The activities showed there seemed to be very fun. "Would you like to go on it?" he turned to Natalie, while giving the flyer to her. "We need some fun, Starlight can be so boring sometimes, and more people in these activities would make it better."

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[Drakon Chaucer]

Drakon thankfully didn't sweat easily or he would already need a bucket under him. So far it sounded like he had nearly killed half the Padawans here with his cooking and he wasn't sure if he would ever be allowed back into the kitchen again. When the Padawan named Natalie introduced herself his upbringing forced him to respond in kind even though he doubted he wanted to give anyone his name where he might be connected to the terrible food.

"Nice to meet you Natalie and Aranmir, I'm Drakon the- Jedi Knight." He said hoping that no one had checked the at-the-door menu which shows who was the chefs working in the kitchen.

Before he could excuse himself another Jedi walked up to him slapping down dozens of flyers which appeared to be for some sort of social event. Drakon had never been to one before and while he stared down at the flyer for a bit longer than he should have only realized he was being asked a question two moments later. Turning to face the Jedi Knight standing over him who was also now staring at the horror on a plate he had made. "Umm actually I was given a different task today but sure I can help with this." Drakon said avoiding which task he was given hoping no one would ask.

Purposefully throwing a flyer on top of Natalie's food in hopes of hiding his failure from more wandering eyes.

Realizing he didn't even know the Jedi who was telling him to hand out flyers, Drakon looked up to the fellow Jedi knight. "Sorry, what was your name again?"

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[Natalie Hope]

"Ah, HoloNet Explorer, good to see you're on the same page now," Natalie said, turning to Aranmir (@LouJoVi ). While it was true, the chef was now replacing the food, it was too late for Natalie; she had lost her appetite from just two or three bites. "If my stomach comes back from the dead I'll be sure to get some." She shoved the tray of food an inch away from her, keeping it close enough that people would know it was her tray but far enough away that the lack of smell wouldn't disgust her in its own way.

Ezra appeared like a ghost at the table. Of course she knew him, his face was plastered everywhere. She'd never seen him on the Starlight before. His curt greeting and tossing of a flyer into her tray said he had about as much will to be next to them as she had to eat the food he stared at. She picked up the flyer, just in time to get handed one by Aranmir.

"If only to take out my hunger pains on you with a foam noodle," she said, turning then to Ezra (@Sreeya ). "You think we can get a ramen vending machine or something? The Sith interns we keep hiring as cooks are doing more damage to my stomach than suck-starting a blaster."

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[Ezra Thorne]

Ezra stared ‘Drakon’, the Jedi Knight that had to live under a rock to not recognize Ezra Thorne. The Knight didn’t dignify him with a response on account of several padawans conveniently begin to gather nearby. Several girls giggled and whispered enough to where ‘Ezra Thorne’ would be heard a few times. The Knight ignored it, turning his attention to the padawan that addressed him. These were getting bolder nowadays. Though Ezra didn’t fuss too much about rank, it still surprised him when padawans acted like Knights were their buddies.

“Aren’t you a little old to be a padawan?” He asked bluntly as he eyed the woman (@TheDudeMike ), his silver gaze icy as usual. However, even then, the faintest bit of amusement danced in them, “I hope you’ve all enjoyed your…meal..” He said as his gaze flicked over one of the menus lying around that had the Knight’s name spelled out as Chef. Ezra looked up at the Knight (@Richie B. ) again, “I must insist you take up the event chaperoning duties, Knight Chaucer,” He added, making it clear he knew Drakon was responsible for the food disaster that was now sending some people to the medical bay.

Ezra looked at the others again, “The event…is not optional,” He reminded them before he started walking off towards where the ‘party’ was going to take place.

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[Theia Durand]

"Cafeteria, Durand." a scratchy hoarse voice said from behind the redheaded padawan. She turned around seeing Master Agnus, white hair beehived to a point on her head, drool around her snout, robes somehow more meticulously starched than the stiffest- well, the gamorrean jedi master waited for Theia to respond as the girl turned around, straw in her mouth as she sipped her protein smoothie. "Now..."

Theia actually jumped and headed in the direction of the cafeteria, mumbling under her breath about having to go places that weren't necessary if she had other work to do. Besides, whatever was cooking, smelled repulsive and she was certain the only way to get the smell out was to just space the whole kitchen itself. Still sipping on her smoothie, she squeezed past the lines and right into a group of padawan girls who were shushing each other and ogling at Ezra as he was trying to make an exit from the place. They suddenly noticed her, giving the girl a look, many had known Ezzie was training her, and Theia looked at them right back.

"What are you looking at?" a zabrak girl, Shelah (whom many knew her for her attitude) sneered and the two other girls with her echoed her question.

Theia's brow narrowed in annoyance, not missing a beat, she responded, "Two hags and a pile of bantha shit."

The redhaired padawan didn't need to get all the words out before Shelah lunged at Theia, tackling her down onto one of the tables, into biological weaponized meals as the two of them tussled. Handfuls of hair, yelling, screaming, a ruined smoothie, and now a growing number of padawans circling the two as they grappled for control over each other.

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[Natalie Hope]

Natalie looked at Ezra with all the confidence in the world. "Yeah, well I thought your jaw line would be hotter," she said pausing as she realized what she said. "Wait... FUCK!" She cursed herself, throwing herself back in her seat. Mocking others was her thing, but how the hell was she supposed to respond to someone else mocking her? It completely ruined the circle of life. Fucking rich dude and his hot ass jaw line.

Then, a beacon of hope. A ray of sunshine on Natalie's cloudy day. Literally anything other than the cardboard steak and soup eggs on her tray. A red haired padawan was in a tussle with a zabrak padawan. "Finally! The content we subscribed for!" she said, hopping out of her chair and heading over to the tussle.

The intricacies of cat fights like this were something that fascinated Natalie. On the one hand, the red head seemed a bit pretentious, but what Jedi wasn't? The Zabrak girl did ruin the red head's smoothie, which was a crime against humanity on at least seven different planets. There was hair pulling, which was completely unfair in the zabrak's favor considering her receding hair line, horned head. It was clear which side Natalie needed to be on.

She threw herself into the fray, putting herself behind the Zabrak girl and putting her in a choke hold. "How dare you ruin a good smoothie!" Natalie screamed, letting the red head do her worst.

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[Ezra Thorne]

Ezra stared blankly at the girl when she made her strange quip. It was more amusing than his face let on. His gaze flicked up and down her person, “We can talk about my hot jawline when you can afford more than last season hand-me-downs,” He responded dryly. He may have been a Knight, but he was not above a sassy exchange even today.

Ezra was not remotely surprised to find that his padawan was at the center of an all out brawl. The part Sephi sighed to himself, watching it play out. It was a few moments before he remembered that he was supposed to be the responsible adult in the room. When the mouthy padawan from earlier launched herself into the fray, Ezra knew he had to do something before everyone got hurt.

“Enough!” He called out, using the Force to send a repulsive blast that would send all the combatants flying back just a few feet in different directions. Ezra was always used to someone else playing the adult, but now he was stuck dealing with snotty padawans and their drama. There was terrible food scattered everywhere and the girls had sauce and chocolate milk in their hair.

“Everyone will clean up here and then go to the damn party,” It sounded absurd even leaving his lips, “And-”

“Master Thorne can I have your autograph?”

“Ezra Thorne you’re sooo much taller than I expected!”

"Is there a new model of the EZPhone coming out? My battery has been dying quickly!"

What the hell? Ezra felt his temper begin to rise, and he had to actively curb it.

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[Drakon Chaucer]

Drakon found himself in a quickly devolving situation, first, this Ezra knight fellow was apparently trying to order him to do something. Normally Drakon wouldn't mind but felt like this Ezra fellow could have asked nicely and apparently had been rude enough not to give his name. Which like who does that? Clearly someone with poor manners. And he made Knighthood? Shameful.

"Actually I've never had ram-" He was cut off by the throwing milkshake and two teenage padawans fighting.

"HEY STOP THAT!" Drakon quickly scrambled to his feet ignoring the flyers on the table and not answering Ezra's demands. Watching the other Jedi use the Force to push the Padawans away from each other. Probably the better way to fix the issue but before this Ezra fellow could fully resolve the Padawans he was swarmed by Padawans.

Using the Force to pull the flyers to him, Drakon saw his golden opportunity. Walking behind the group of Padawans and speaking loudly enough for all to hear. If this Ezra fellow was that famous maybe it can be used to good work, though Drakon wasn't sure what made Ezra that special not like his jawline was natural anyway.

"Everyone that wants Knight Ezra's autograph will need to attend this social outing where Knight Ezra will be chaperoning, and if you wish to attend you need to clean up this mess now or be put on library duty for a week." Drakon spoke with a firm voice that sounded more robotic than human but it was the best he could do. Sure he might get into a fight with this Ezra fellow later about it but for now one problem at a time.

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[Aranmir]

Aranmir ignored Natalie’s sarcastic answers, being more interested in continuing to read the flier. The activities offered in the paper were so much more interesting than exchanging barbs with his fellow Padawan. While looking at it, the Padawan wondered if Ashen would like to go with him. The Kage really could use some fun too.

After his curiosity for the flier was satiated, the Padawan returned to his breakfast. While he ate, the Tiefling watched Natalie and Ezra briefly exchanging sarcastic answers, with the second being more successful at it than the first. The girl didn’t gave many clever answers like she had with Aranmir and he wondered if she had already became a fan of the Knight.

If it was the case, then it deserved to enter in a book of records as the fattest case of an individual converting in a fan. Knight Thorne really had an aura that could turn anyone into his admirer.

Suddenly, a fight broke out between a red haired girl and a Zabrak. The scene made Natalie rush to join them. Meanwhile, Aranmir remained at his seat, calmly eating his food and watching the show. This was the best entertainment that he ever had during breakfast. It was still fun when Thorne used the Force to separate the group, revealing the terrible state that the fighting girls were in.

The Zabrak seemed to be in the worst state of them all, her face and mouth completely covered in that yellow paint that people were calling as eggs. A stomach infection would come right away.

He finished his food at the same time that Ezra was being surrounded by fans wanting his autograph. The scene became even more hilarious when Drakon joined and said that they would receive autographs if they went to the social outing where Thorne would be chaperoning.

This made the Tiefling nearly choke with the apple that he had started to eat. Drakon was really clever, he basically forced Ezra to participate in the party as a chaperone and even tried to escape from this duty. The Padawan left his seat and started to walk to where the social would happen, but his attention was still on the Knights. He was eager to know how Thorne would react to it.

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[Theia Durand]

It didn't matter what Theia was covered in as she headbutt into Shelah's nose, she was determined to finish the fight. However, that's when another girl joined in, grabbing the zabrak and holding her in a headlock so Theia could get a clean hit. Her fist nearly collided into the restrained padawan's nose when she felt herself being pulled back from the hit, her swing over extending and she toppled around on her toes in order to get her balance back. She would have ignored the attempt to pull her away if it wasn't for a familiar enough, not that it was just Ezzie, her master commanding it, but she suddenly felt like she was certainly going to go on punishment from Uncle Jai. It certainly made the padawan do a double-take.

Regardless, Ezra was mad, ordering everyone to clean up and then go to a what? A party?

Theia's face contorted in confusion before it snapped back into annoyance when the zabrak girl hissed something about her being a princess. Quickly, Theia started whispering equations to herself, her one skill even her mom had gotten her to do to be able to gain some sort of control over her impulses. Though, it didn't stop her from giving Shelah and her posse a look before they scuttled away to the other end of the cafeteria.

The padawan now looked as though someone dumped her into a trash bin, hair clumped and dissarrayed thanks to the yellow paint eggs that clumped it together. Her clothes had a smell she couldn't quite figure out, but assumed it was a combination of breakfasts and her smoothie. She avoided Ezra because she was going to get the look later and approached Natalie.

"Hey, thanks for your help, she's been giving me a hard time since I started my training." she said, "I'm Theia."

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[Natalie Hope]

One second, Natalie was holding the zabrak bitch back and letting the red haired padawan do her worst, the next she was sliding into the legs of on lookers, hit by a blast in the Force. Alright, fair, she deserved that one. It was definitely the horned one's fault though. Getting to her feet, Natalie brushed what crumbs she could off of her black robes, only to find globs of egg and smoothie dripping from her chestnut hair.

She took a deep breath. The idea of clocking Ezra in his... perfect fucking jawline slowly disappeared. There would be no clocking today, and Natalie just about had it looking at him. You win this time, beautiful rich boy, but the war is just beginning. Aranmir of slinking off toward the party, if she had to guess, which of course had just become mandatory. The Jedi were so fun.

Natalie turned to Theia as she approached and introduced herself. If they hugged right now, they'd make the most disgusting breakfast sandwich ever created in the galaxy. Just the sheer level of gross it would induce almost made her want to do it. Instead she picked a club of soup-egg clinging to a small piece of bacon from Theia's hair. "Apparently she's upping the ante by giving you a... mush time now," she said, looking at the morsel she held in two fingers before dropping it. She flashed a grin to the girl. "Natalie, but since we're sisters of the trash bins at the moment, you can just call me Nat."

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[Ezra Thorne]

If Ezra was who he was when he first arrived at the Jedi, he would have reduced Drakon to tears. He silently bristled at the suggestion of Ezra signing autographs, but he externally said nothing on the topic. The strategy was incredibly effective as all the padawans quickly fell into line to march towards the mandatory fun event. Ezra nodded along with what Drakon said, “And Knight Cancer here will be cooking up snacks on demand so please be sure to put in your requests,” He added nonchalantly to the group without missing a beat. (@Richie B. )

He briefly looked over to spot the tiefling padawan (@LouJoVi )choking on an apple. This. This was the future of the Jedi. This was the taskforce that was going to take down Raze. Nothing represented it better than the tiefling choking on a fruit and the others covered in breakfast. Ezra pinched the bridge of his nose before smacking Aranmir on the back to save him from an untimely and embarrassing demise.

Ezra didn’t pause to eavesdrop on Theia (@GABA )making a new friend - the universe knew she needed one. His ears were almost falling off from how much talking he had to endure from her and he was thrilled at the prospect of Theia finding someone else to torment for a while.

The ‘fun zone’ was actually a large hall with an indoor pool and catchy music playing. Though it was mandatory fun, so far the setting actually looked entertaining. As much as Ezra was not in the mood to see padawans in swimwear, he was pleased they were at least all accounted for instead of wandering off to Sith space like they stupidly did in the past.

“TAKE IT OFF, MASTER THORNE!”

“TAKE IT OFFF!”

Ezra ignored the chant to undress and made a beeline for the bar. He sighed when he saw the selections, “I don’t suppose there’s any real alcohol stashed somewhere?” He asked his fellow Knight. Speaking of which, Drakon was already getting snack requests.

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[Drakon Chaucer]

Drakon watched as the Padawans for once did what they were told which in his memory was the first time that ever happened. Perhaps this Ezra guy was a big shot after all, though why the Padawans seem to adore him so escaped Drakon’s understanding. Perhaps like all young teenagers they love the fake look.

It took him a moment to think perhaps he was being too hard maybe Ezra was really sensitive about his looks so he got some surgery done to help his self image. He knew so many Jedi that put up a cloak of arrogance only to hide their childish flaws.

When Ezra said his name it never occurred to him that it was said purposefully wrong, what self respecting Jedi would stoop so low. “Actually it’s pronounced Chaucer. But I can understand the confusion.” Drakon said with as much kindness as possible in his voices.

Walking out of the cafeteria and joining the others in the party he had begun to regret his decision to even show up. He was asked to make burgers and wings and other unhealthy food that no Padawan should be eating. Reluctantly he did his best, but had managed to ‘borrow’ a cook droid to help him, allowing the droid to do most of the cooking while he focused on the grill and orders. Soon the famous Knight approach and asked the most sensible question yet.

“Check under the cooler.” Drakon said the cooler war on a bench which in fact hide the secret Jedi Knight/Master stash. Every party had it become mandatory that the Knights and Masters would need at least one drink to survive with the current generation of Padawans being some of the most ‘energetic’ to date.

“How come you got stuck with this job?” Drakon asked his fellow Knight, there were few of them here and absolutely no Masters currently, which is to say the party was actually decent.

With only a couple of Padawans complaining about their burgers being too well done.

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