Ask Yoinking in Yerbana

[Kotru Eabrod]

"Rush job. You're in the grid, right?"

"Mhm. Y'know my hikes."

"I know. Turns out a few of my boys got sloppy. Some suit got the soft for a competitor's racer backed up in his head. Going to be sprinting across Yerbana to swap shuttles. They want it back."

"And the suit?"

"Don't matter, don't care."

"Done."

-

Nolee was taking a massive risk putting himself out in the open like this.

The cyborg had known very clearly that the transport shuttle he had taken from Arkanis was tracked. A lanky Human like him with an outdated neural interface was easily picked out in a crowd, and he knew that. Yerbana may have been connected to only one trade route, but going from the capital's starport to a remote one would have been enough of a difference to throw the crew he had tricked off his tail for long enough that he could begin to backtrack through the Triellus, and give his findings back to his superiors.

Using a collector in the main computer to keep the inertial dampener from slowing down was genius! Sure, the controls would be even jumpier, but their pilot could handle it!

But that was later. Survival first.

His pale knuckles were gripped even whiter against the steering stick off his speeder, foot that was off the accelerator tapping against the cheap carpet frantically. The vehicle was rented, and he swerved between the lackluster traffic like it. The outskirts of the city were quiet this time of day, only a small handful of craft becoming blurs as he passed them.

And a skimboard, a blue-clad individual cutting him off as Nolee changed lanes. He was about to start pounding the landspeeder's horn when his emerald eyes caught a familiar shape from underneath the rippling trail of cobalt.

'Oh no, that is a carbine.'

-

Further down the street, a certain Fiani would find themselves in the capital of Yerbana. What was intended to be a peaceful patrol would find itself cut short by a distant, yet familiar crackle of blaster fire followed by screeching metal. A GoTech VT/450 speeder screamed as it passed into her side of the block, crashing against a barricade on the other side of the road. The entire front was peppered with still red blaster shots, each one spewing smoke and sparks.

In the vehicle's wake was an individual on a skimboard, landing near the small craft as he hopped off. Clad in a blue overcoat and running over to the site, the horned man reaches into the craft and starts undoing his seatbelt. One arm scooped around his upper waist, pulling the sharply dressed cyborg from the wreckage slowly.

"Kark, man, are you good?! You shouldn't be cutting people off like that! Don't you know what repulsor-rage is?!"

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[T'vani]

Location: Yerbana

___The Jedi Order had sent T'vani to Yerbana for a peaceful detail of patrolling the city streets. It was an exercise in proactivity monitoring the environment, watching for potential hostilities and signs of suspicious activity. The Jedi were peacekeepers, after all, and she would have to become familiar with these simple, mundane tasks. They were plain but meaningful duties and excellent lessons in mindfulness and remembering what the Jedi Order protected.

___T'vani had eagerly accepted the duty in accompaniment with a Jedi Knight familiar with the area. Once familiar with the capital, she had been left to her own devices while her escort tended to other duties. The young Fiani spent the better half of the day assisting people, performing menial tasks, and introducing herself to the locals. She had left positive impressions on nearly everyone she met, although others were none too pleased to have a Jedi present in their home. After all, they often heralded that dark or dangerous happenings were afoot.

___Then, T'vani heard it before she saw it. The sounds of blaster fire echoed through the air, sending much of the citizenry scattering with fear. The girl's ears stood up to a point, her tail swishing erratically with alarm as she turned to find the source of the noise. At that same moment, the speeder blazed by her, sending her robes and hair billowing in the gust following the vehicle. T'vani barely had time to turn before an individual on a skimboard—the one responsible for the blaster fire—also rushed past her.

___She watched in shock as the speeder crashed into the barricade. T'vani rushed over, only after the Zabrak on the skimboard arrived to assist the cyborg first. The Padawan waited for the Zabrak to free him and pull him to safety, and once he was a safe distance away, she hurried over to step between the man and his skimboard. With a disarming smile, T'vani raised a hand to signal him to halt. The hilt of her sabre was visible, dangling from her hip.

___"I'm going to have to ask you to set him down and step away," she instructed. Her eyes momentarily flicked to the side, catching sight of a civilian removing their holo to call emergency responders. T'vani's eyes moved to watch the Zabrak again. "I'm grateful you helped him, but you were just chasing and firing at him moments ago. I cannot let you take him."

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[Kotru Eabrod]

Despite the acrid haze of twisted metal and fried electronics, Kotru was able to eventually press down on the clip of the belt and release it. The mechanical click let Nolee slump forward, caught in the navy sleeve of his captor. A few gasps filled the lungs that were emptied by his impact, the moment of shocked silence giving way to a frantic shake. The Zabrak's expression twists to a sour one, adjusting his grip to pin one arm while the other clenches the matte-black implant at his crown.

"H-Hey! Let me- Nngh! Let me go, you maniac!"

Kotru briefly tightened his grip as he dragged the both of them along the asphalt, the pressure on both duraplast and skin eliciting a yelp from the Human. "Quit moving. You're making this very difficult," He replied harshly, fingers searching along the implant's casing for a notch. A brief swivel of his head back to his board revealed a youthful-faced woman staring the pair down. His eyes trail down, noticing the weapon of someone who was about to make things even more difficult.

'Ah, hells. A Jedi.'

"No," Kotru declined bluntly, his pinky moving along the casing. "I don't need him anyways. Just what he's stolen," He elaborated. Nolee's expression contorting in confusion and looking towards the Jedi. Green eyes searching for help. Kotru played his words with a twist, the omission in his intent like a thin fog over a river to T'vani's supernatural perception.

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[T'vani]

___T'vani scrunched her nose, her brow knitting together. She could sense the deception, no matter how thin it was. Her eyes darted to the cyborg man being held down by Kotru, offering him a warm, reassuring smile before her gaze returned to the Zabrak. Looking at him again, she sensed something tugging faintly in her mind, a draw towards him.

___"I can sense you're lying to me," T'vani said plainly. "If he has stolen something, it'll be returned. The law is not yours to enforce," she insisted, emphasising each word she spoke. It was apparent in her voice that she didn't want things to take a turn for the worse. Her words were gentle and compassionate, and no frustration or hostility filled her tone. She hadn't so much as made a move for her hilt.

___"Please, set down your weapon and step away. I'll talk to law enforcement when they arrive, and whatever he stole will be returned," T'vani continued. "I will also talk with them to get them to go easy on you. I'm sure they're going to have a lot to say, considering speeding, firing a weapon in an unauthorised area, disturbing the peace, inducing panic..." The planet's law enforcement was en route quickly and in force. T'vani did not want to see this turn into a shootout, a chase, or worse. She certainly didn't want to see anybody killed over petty theft.

___"Please?"

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[Kotru Eabrod]

Nolee met T'vani's scarlets orbs if only for a moment, the light green in his eyes relaxing just a little. After all, a Jedi had his back. On the other hand, Kotru's expression scrunched together. He had almost forgotten that these glorified mall cops could read people's brains.

"Yeah, wasn't me," Kotru admitted, his fingers finally finding that chink in his plating. He pressed down, and Nolee winced. "Just a hired gun."

Plucking a chit out from a small port from the Human's head, the Zabrak slipped it into his pocket. He slowly pulled back and laid the man down on the ground. "Aaa-and, I've done what I've been hired ta' do," Kotru took a few steps back, making some space between him and T'vani as he starts to slowly walk around the Fiani. Both palms raised.

"My ass! You nearly killed me!" Nolee protested as he moved, shaky legs putting him into a seated position.

"True. But I didn't aim for you. I only disabled a frantic driver before they caused an accident." Kotru clarified, keeping his mitts right where T'vani could see them.

He knew better then to try and shoot at someone with a plasma cutter, at least.

"'Sides, that's the thing. This is the Outer Rim. Laws ain't exactly cut 'n dry like ya' might think. Accusation might be louder than words, if y'pick up," The Zabrak spoke as he went wide, moving to opposite side of the Jedi. Slow enough to track, of course. "Hells, I did you the favor of catchin' your thief 'n serial speeder for you 'n the badges. What say y'let a brother actually eat t'night, eh?"

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[T'vani]

___"A hired gun?" T'vani asked, her ears flagging curiously. Kotru's admission to being a mercenary changed things. The laws of the Outer Rim were sometimes tenuous at best, but that meant they also had a greater leniency towards bounty hunters and mercenaries. At the moment, the only information the law enforcement had, she assumed, was that a Zabrak chased down and shot at a civilian.

___"You're right. The laws in the Outer Rim can be vague," T'vani admitted, "but they're very generous towards bounty hunters and mercenaries. Right now, they probably think you're just a crazy person trying to shoot up the city." She watched Kotru as he circled, keeping his hands raised. The girl made no attempts to stop him, nor did she attempt to keep him from reaching his skimboard.

___"If you tell them it was just a job, I doubt they'd look at it much beyond that. Mercenary work is a business, but stealing isn't," T'vani proposed. "Besides, the Jedi have been working to build relations here, and we're in good standing. Why else would I be here?" she asked. Her ears flicked up to attention as sirens filled the air. The peacekeepers of Yerbana were on their way, and they were coming in force from the sound of it.

___"Or you can try to leave. I'll have to try and stop you, and even if I can't, it sounds like they will, with or without my help," the girl added. "What'll it be?"

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[Kotru Eabrod]

Kotru nodded his head.

"Yeah," He confirmed, planting a foot on his skimboard and pressing down. The repulsorlifts bounced the plank of durasteel upward into his waiting grasp. The Zabrak held the device under his arm, gaze turning towards Nolee. The Human was slowly crawling up to their feet, miraculously finding themselves without any breaks in their legs.

What they instead found was a blaster pointed at them, Kotru's DG-34 pointed from his hip. "Well, the only thing I'm going to 'shoot up' is a runaway if he doesn't plant it back down," He commented, watching as the chestnut-haired man glanced to the Jedi for some kind of reassurance.

A burst of cerulean flares at his feet, the resulting jump causing Nolee to lose his balance and tumble over again.

Turning his head to follow the scream of distant sirens, Kotru slipped his blaster pistol back into it's place on his hip. "Sure as hell don't stop suits from doin' it," He commented, pursing his lips thoughtfully when she asked about her reason to be visiting the planet. Kotru does not hesitate to sass the Fiani for complicating a simple smash and grab. "To stick your nose where it don't belong, for one."

Speaking of noses being where they don't belong, a landspeeder curves around the corner with strobing blue and red lights. A Human and her Quarian companion step out from the craft, blasters drawn and pointed at the group. "Drop that fucking board! Now!"

Recreating his earlier gesture, Kotru raised both palms and let the repulsorlift on a stick drop down to his feet and hang on the air. "Easy. Ain't looking for no trouble. Hired ta' get a lil' somethin' off that chip-head over there," He negotiated, flicking his head in Nolee's direction. "Probably in shock from the crash."

Lowering her blaster, the Quarian looks to the Jedi for confirmation. Peeking into brains was their specialty, after all. She knew that.

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[T'vani]

___T'vani turned to look at the other man when Kotru mentioned he was attempting to escape. She narrowed her eyes at the other man, shaking her head for him to stay put. The teenager turned to look at Kotru again as he commented on her reason for being here, only causing T'vani to bob her shoulders in a shrug.

___"It's hard for people not to stick their nose in your business when you make it public," she responded. T'vani looked at the landspeeder as it careened around the corner, suddenly stopping as a human and Quarian dismounted and barked their commands. Her eyes swivelled over to watch Kotru as he complied, a breath of relief escaping her. She had gotten him to listen to her, sparing everyone extra hassle. T'vani nodded to the two as they looked to her for confirmation.

___"He's telling the truth," T'vani stated. "The man behind me stole something, and he," she said, gesturing to Kotru, "was hired to get it back, and I sensed no lie from him. He got it. I asked him to stay and explain what happened, and he agreed without issue," T'vani recounted with a reassuring smile. She was embellishing things slightly, considering Kotru's initial resistance to her requests. After all, it wouldn't be good to cast shadows of suspicion in an already tenuous situation following her reassurance that she would help him with law enforcement.

___"The thief needs medical attention," T'vani added, folding her arms to slip her hands inside her sleeves. "I'll continue speaking with the Zabrak if you'd like to see to the other man's injuries and take him into custody."

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[Kotru Eabrod]

"Could always look the other way," Kotru argued, folding his arms together as the Jedi took the lead of the conversation, the Human moving over to check over Nolee. Now that he wasn't being manhandled or shot at, the shock had begun to subside and he slowed down. She would slip one arm around his shoulders, helping the man to his feet.

Watching the man hop up from the ground, Kotru's gaze was drawn to the Quarian whose blaster was lowered. She nodded to the Jedi, grateful for her confirmation. "We caught him breaking multiple traffic laws, as well," She added, dark eyes narrowed to the other offending party. "You did the same, I'd like you to know."

"He wasn't going to pull over."

"Well, I hope you'll be 'pulling over' to our station soon to pay off your fine, then," She grumbled, thrusting a slip of paper into the Zabrak's chest. "You're lucky we aren't going to charge you for discharging that piece in public."

Kotru took the slip despite grumbled protests, stuffing the ticket into his pocket. "Thanks," He huffed sarcastically, looking up to the officer who stared him down.

"You're welcome," She chirped smugly, even without a mouth to grin with the amused curl of her tentacles was more than smug enough for her. The other officer had steadily dragged Nolee towards their car, hoisting him up and into the back seat. "I think that is all we need, for now. A tow truck will be around soon to collect the speeder. So don't get any funny ideas, you," With one last jab towards Kotru, she joined her companion in the speeder to radio in and start relaying what T'vani had told her.

As for Kotru, he looked over to the Jedi with a quirked eyebrow. "Just what else is there to say, anyways? I'm not gon' snitch."

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[T'vani]

___As the enforcers and Kotru had their exchange, T'vani remained silent. She had done her part, and she wasn't about to interfere with the job of local law enforcement. The girl waited for them to pull away, and once they were gone, T'vani looked at Kotru with a smile.

___"I'm not worried about that," she answered, shaking her head. "My name is T'vani. May I walk with you?" the Padawan asked, gesturing in the direction both he and the speeding cyborg had come from. "I was curious, honestly. I wanted to know what this job was about and why it was so important you got whatever it was you took from him," T'vani elaborated, glancing down at the pocket where Kotru had stowed his acquisition. What was so important that he caused a major accident and stirred up the citizenry with blaster fire.

___"Before you say anything, no, I'm not going to try and talk you out of your line of work," T'vani clarified. "I just wanted to ask about the job, as well as something else if you were feeling up to talking with me."

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[Kotru Eabrod]

The slip of paper is slid between the Zabrak's fingers as he held it there. He had barely given the ticket a look as it was shoved into him, clearly not showing any intent on reading or even paying it. He wasn't going to say that outright however, not with the Jedi looming to his side and prying into his lifestyle choices.

He was willing to bet that her order didn't even need to pay taxes.

"If you want," Kotru shrugged at her request, not really seeing any reason to say no. "Not plannin' any other crimes today, so I can't really see the harm in it," He added, watching the now lightless speeder make a wide turn then begin to head back the way they came. All that remained now was the gentle crackle of the crashed vehicle's ruined engines and the occasional sound of passing traffic. Most of the civilians had cleared out from the street after Kotru's earlier threat.

"If y'got to know, it was some info that I was hired to get back on my client's project. And it's important because I want to get paid," He explained bluntly. "Can't exactly live off of charity these days."

When she asked about talking to her, the Zabrak idly scratched his chin. "So, what are you 'n your folk doin' here? Y'said you were tryin' to get chummy with the people here. What's the deal there?"

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[T'vani]

___T'vani inclined her head appreciatively towards Kotru as he consented to her presence. The girl walked alongside him as they strolled down the street, occasionally looking this way or that as she listened.

___"What kind of info?" she asked, glancing at the Zabrak. "It must have been important if they wanted it back so badly, but I understand if you can't share," T'vani added, smiling. A "project" could be anything, from something as harmless as innocuously modified equipment to as dangerous as new weaponry. Whatever it was, it was apparent that Kotru's client was desperate to have it returned. T'vani couldn't stop her curiosity from getting the better of her.

___"Well," T'vani sighed, "I'm sure you've heard about the abominations that the Sith are unleashing. We're going to different worlds, trying to help them if needed. We're also hoping to rally some more support for the Jedi Order in general, given that some of the public doesn't particularly trust us for some reason," she confessed. "I'm still somewhat new to the Order, so I don't know what that's all about. I know I want people to trust us, though. I just want to help."

___They were innocent dreams from an innocent younger girl. The large, fluffy ears atop T'vani's head folded back in dejection, her tail drooping as they continued walking. Her gaze turned down towards the pavement beneath them.

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[Kotru Eabrod]

An amused sneer was given at T'vani's questioning. His hand moved from the darker tattooed sides of the Zabrak's chin down to his coat where the limb found it's home comfortably within his pockets.

"Not that I don't appreciate an impromptu interrogation," Kotru began. "But can't spill. Client confidentiality, y'know?" He continued. Kotru wasn't exactly advised to keep things secret, but he figured that the less the person on the government's side knew, the better.

Kotru listened to the Jedi talk as they wandered, the arm clutching his board idly drumming against its surface thoughtfully. "Kind of. I try ta' keep clear of the Core 'n all that follows," The Zabrak admitted. Those were some gigantic fishes compared to him. Best to keep clear. Seeing the Fiani's ears and tail droop back with glaring signs of despondence, Kotru pursed his lips.

Innocence was a foreign concept to Kotru, even on the best of days. Hearing about her desire to garner support for the Order and assist, the Zabrak chooses to give the advice of someone who definitely should not be doing so.

"You ever consider helpin' folks less?" Kotru spoke up. "Hear me out, 'ere. Prior to you showin' up, I had it all figured out. Crash the thief, nab the chit 'n delta 'fore the badges showed. But instead, a Jedi jumped in outta the blue. Really pissed me off at the time," He explained. "I get what you're tryna pull. Leapin' to the defense of others, right out of the story books. Yeah?"

Kotru paused for a moment, letting his words sink in before he continued. As well as give T'vani a chance to respond to what he said so far and let him figure out how to continue. The way those burgundy orbs seemed to gaze straight through the Zabrak certainly wasn't helping.

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[T'vani]

___"Interrogation?" T'vani inquired, her brow scrunching as she looked up at Kotru. She sighed quietly through her nostrils as Kotru spoke at length about how—from his perspective—she'd done nothing but mess things up. Her arms folded, her hands slipping inside her sleeves as she silently endured the verbal lashing, intentional or not. When Kotru finished speaking, silence hung between them for several minutes.

___"You really do think so little of us, don't you?" she asked, stopping in her tracks. T'vani gazed at Kotru with apparent disappointment in her eyes. "As long as it makes credits, it's okay to endanger the lives of others. It's okay to ignore someone you think is in danger, and instead of helping them, you should leave them to the wolves. No," the Fiani murmured with another shake of her head. "It isn't about storybook fantasies. It's about—"

___She stopped. T'vani looked down at the ground.

___"I guess you probably wouldn't care," the girl stated. "The older Jedi told me this would happen eventually. I just didn't think it would be so soon," she said, closing her eyes. T'vani turned away, her ears and tail drooping even further down. She replayed the Jedi Code in her mind, wrestling with its tenants. There is no emotion, there is peace. Eventually, T'vani lifted her head and drew in a deep breath.

___"I hoped I might be able to have a friendly talk and make amends. A part of me thought I might even be able to suggest you join us," T'vani began again. "I can sense the Force in you, but I don't think you're interested in that. You've made it clear how you feel," she said. "I'm sorry for bothering you. I'll let you go. I wish you all the best."

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[Kotru Eabrod]

"I'm a merc'. So my distaste ain't exactly Jedi-exclusive," Kotru explained, stopping and turning to face the Fiani. He didn't exactly comment on the rest of the accusations, but judging by the lack of a concealing veil it was easy to guess what his stance was on the rest of it. These were rough times for people in the galaxy, and a man has got to eat.

'Ogh, Voa. Not the karkin' Hugglepup-eyes...'

Kotru let her continue, eyebrow raising when she mentioned the Force being with him. Was that why that noodles chick was looking at him funny on their previous job? The sensation had long since faded, only slight nudges returning in the midst of their conversation. "Th' hell, I- We'll come back to that," He stuttered briefly, genuinely being caught off guard by the idea of her trying to offer him a place in the order. He had held a man at gunpoint mere moments ago.

"Anyways. Y'didn't let me finish. That, and you also proved my point," Kotru replied, arms rising from his pockets and folding into the crook of his elbows. "Y'movin' too quick. Y'jumped in the previous little sitch, 'n ya' immediately thought I hated ya'," He began to explain, fingers drumming along the cobalt cloth of his coat.

"Y'want to help people, no paycheck? Ain't got nothin' against it. Your loss. But y'need to slow down. Talk to the local police force, rather than run in with a piece like that on your hip." Withdrawing his hand from his sleeve, the Zabrak gestures toward the iconic, silvery hilt upon the Fiani's side. "Folks'll get jumpy. And ain't a shortage of places your folk ain't welcome. Some folks won't be willlin' to hear out those Hugglepup eyes an'll just bolt ya'."

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[T'vani]

___T'vani turned around to face Kotru again. She kept her hands in her sleeves as the man spoke, calling out her haste and the sabre on her hip. When she considered it, he was right to some degree. The girl had made some presumptions, although not quite the exact ones he was saying.

___"I never said you hated us," T'vani countered. "I said you thought little of us, assuming we do what we do because of fantasies. It isn't that simple," she elaborated. She left it at that, finding little merit in arguing the point further. Her gaze swivelled down to the sabre on her hip, her ears flagging as she recalled Kotru's comments. Inhaling deeply through her nose, T'vani looked up at Kotru.

___"My hand never went near my lightsaber," she reminded him. "I didn't act aggressively or try to enforce the laws myself. I saw what I thought was somebody getting attacked and did what I believed was right by trying to help them, then waited for the enforcers to arrive and handle things themselves," the Padawan continued, pulling her hand from her sleeve to gesture in the direction the peacekeepers had left. "They know we're here and what we're doing. Why did you think they looked at me to confirm you weren't dangerous?" she asked. Her hand pulled back, slipping into the sleeve of her robe again.

___"I know there are places we're not welcome, but we have some freedom to work here. I also don't assume that—"

___T'vani stopped. A look of confusion lined her features.

___"What's a Hugglepup?"

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[Kotru Eabrod]

"Ah, po-tat-oe, po-tah-toe," Kotru dismissed, waving a hand. The limb was swiftly deposited back into his elbow when they moved on, listening intently as T'vani explained her reasoning for intervening. The Zabrak nodded his head. "I mean, y'don't even need ta' reach for it. Cuz', let's be real here, you Jedi folk are capable of some crazy kark. Presence of a wizard alone'd be enough. That's why people don't like ya," He began.

"Let's say that two equal folks are doin' their own thing. Both ain't exactly good people, nor are they doin' good things. But they're able to get it all done themselves. Do ya' really think either of 'em would want the business of someone with a sword that could cut through anythin' just marchin' on in and spoutin' their beliefs?"

After making his example, the Zabrak quirked a brow up. "'Cause once again, crazy kark. You can read my brain, can't ya'?"

The sudden change of subject caused the Zabrak to blink twice. "Lil' beastie from Iridonia. Big ol' eyes. Manner'a speakin' when someone gives you the pup-gaze 'n speaks all sad like. Kinda like you were just now."

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[T'vani]

___When Kotru suggested that Jedi could read minds, T'vani stared in disbelief. Everything else the man said went in one ear and out the other.

___"What? No! Jedi can't read minds!" T'vani exclaimed. "We can sense things sometimes, like when people are lying to us or when someone is feeling intense emotions, but we can't do something like have you think of a number and figure out what it is by poking in your brain," she continued, her state of shock turning into a fit of giggling. The chuckling gradually escalated to hysterical laughter, causing the girl to double over and plant her hands on her knees.

___"You actually believed someone who's Force-sensitive could just read your mind?" T'vani asked, looking up at Kotru. "I told you that you're Force-sensitive, yourself. Can you read my mind?" she asked as the laughing steadily declined into giggling again. Composing herself, T'vani stood up straight. "If you focus on me, you might be able to sense my happiness, but I promise you won't be able to read any minds. No more than I or any other Jedi can."

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[Kotru Eabrod]

Having learned about the Jedi exclusively from glorified stories and rumor, the Zabrak's idea of the Order was... skeptical, at best. And with his most recent encounters being someone all-too-happy to break the law with him, and a robed buddy-cop, his perception of them was starting to seem a little skewed. Especially now, when the Jedi had done everything but verbally but call Zurscat on his claims.

"That is reading minds, Ti!" Kotru protested. "If you can tell lies or truth, that's still pokin' brains," He continued, watching with a rather unamused pout in his lips as the Fiani's laughter broke down into a frantic cackle. The Zabrak folded his arms, and just watched as she eventually regained some degree of composure.

"Yeah, I did. Funny how rumors work like that," He nodded in confirmation, shaking his head at the question. "Not a damn chance of it. You're the one who actually knows how ta' use whatever the hells is goin' on with that 'Force-Sensitivity'. Hell, I'll entertain ya', watch."

Kotru chose to listen. He narrowed his azure-colored eyes upon the Fiani and drew his focus on her. The same way that he'd guide his blaster toward a target, he narrowed his thoughts upon T'vani. But with no instructions further then to simply Focus, the Zabrak failed to reach beyond himself. The end result is a fairly awkward, near-minute long stare.

"Not seein' a damn thing."

[Rolled a 9 for Sensing. No Force for him.]

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[T'vani]

___"That isn't reading minds," T'vani answered, smiling. "It's sensing someone's aura and the feelings they give off. It's kind of similar to looking at someone and getting an uneasy feeling about them, you know? Except this is more accurate," she elaborated. The girl watched as Kotru bore a hole into her, struggling to sense her feelings. The warm, disarming smile remained spread across her face.

___"You're trying too hard," T'vani said. "And if you go into it thinking you're going to fail, then you will. That applies to anything in life," she continued, momentarily pausing as she finished her sentence. "Trust me, I can sense the Force in you. I think you could learn to utilise it with some guidance and training. You probably don't want to learn from a girl who messed up your entire day, though, huh?" T'vani asked, her smile fading slightly as she made that joke at her own expense.

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