by Aran Enfas » Thu Jul 05, 2018 3:05 pm
Aran had little need to point the front of his head at what he wanted to study. This made the observation deck an ideal place for watching people as much as the stars -- no-one took much mind of a Padawan staring in the obvious direction, out. The vista of stars, planet, moon, station, and ships only failed to be incredible to the most jaded of spacefarers. Aran found it and the sapients around him equally fascinating. The military, with their strange costumes and hierarchy and clear duties, were the bulk of them: soldiers, spacers, pilots, techs, officers, droids. A scattering of his fellow Jedi, and a few more eclectic sorts besides, made up the rest.
One of these last caught his attention (though not, of course, his eye). He went from leaning on a cut-off vibroaxe handle about as tall as he to a slightly irregular pad thup clunk gait of his sandled foot, rubberized prosthetic, and staff. When she looked up at his approach, he nodded, an odd sort of solemnity about it, like a bow from the neck. "Teffa, yes? We met near Uthan Mil, shortly after you made planetfall. Padawan Aran Enfas." He gestured. to the small table with its set of bolted-down seats. "May I join you?"
Jedi Order| Miralukan | Monastic in Mirrorshades | A Good Padawan, Who Craves Neither Adventure Nor Excitement |
ProfileEquipment: Very little. Right leg cyberleg, walking with a staff made of vibro-axe haft.In combat, stimpacks, no walking staff.