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Teran knew that this was a last ditch effort, and he wondered if he'd see another sunrise after today. He had no business being here and meeting with the leader of the Mandalorians. He was a Jedi Knight and a relative no one, but he'd managed to get this far.
The agreed upon meeting place was an open market in Iziz at a small cafe. Teran had spent the morning pacing nervously around the market, drinking exorbitant amounts of caf, and being extremely nervous. He'd left behind the heavy pistol that he often carried in order to appear less conspicuous. If this came down to a fight - which he really hoped it wouldn't - he had his lightsaber for a weapon still, but there would be no gun. Great, he can display my saber proudly on his belt if this goes south, he thought.
He took a seat and awaited the arrival of the Mand'alor, and by extension, the fate of the Jedi. It wouldn't be hard to pick the man out. Everyone knew what that armor looked like, and even on Onderon beskar drew looks. Add in the sigils of the Mand'alor, and oh yes, everyone would notice.
Teran's fingers tapped nervously on the table as he finished his third - no, fourth - cup of caf. It was making the young Knight all the more jumpy, but also provided something to keep his mind off of the coming meeting. No pressure, no pressure, no pressure, he thought to himself. @Painus
The agreed upon meeting place was an open market in Iziz at a small cafe. Teran had spent the morning pacing nervously around the market, drinking exorbitant amounts of caf, and being extremely nervous. He'd left behind the heavy pistol that he often carried in order to appear less conspicuous. If this came down to a fight - which he really hoped it wouldn't - he had his lightsaber for a weapon still, but there would be no gun. Great, he can display my saber proudly on his belt if this goes south, he thought.
He took a seat and awaited the arrival of the Mand'alor, and by extension, the fate of the Jedi. It wouldn't be hard to pick the man out. Everyone knew what that armor looked like, and even on Onderon beskar drew looks. Add in the sigils of the Mand'alor, and oh yes, everyone would notice.
Teran's fingers tapped nervously on the table as he finished his third - no, fourth - cup of caf. It was making the young Knight all the more jumpy, but also provided something to keep his mind off of the coming meeting. No pressure, no pressure, no pressure, he thought to himself. @Painus