Exhibitionist
By, Tarawen
Sena Jair frowned at the bathroom door. Bastila was taking forever, again.
She did this every single morning. The Jedi couldn't seem to comprehend that when five people shared a small apartment, you had to move fast in the bathroom.
Sena decided that Bastila must have had her own private bathroom back at that temple of hers.
Zalbaar leaned against the bathroom door—he looked like he'd been there for a while.
Directly behind the Wookiee stood Carth. He would not have looked out of place on a parade ground.
"How can you stand like that, for so long?" Mission asked.
"I'm standing at ease, I find it relaxing." He replied.
"I would have given up after two minutes…scratch that I would have never even tried," Sena said with a laugh.
He merely frowned at her.
Sena shook her head ruefully and thought, "Apparently Carth isn't a morning person either."
Sena glanced at Mission who was standing dejectedly between Carth and herself. Mission frowned grumpily and yawned.
Sena coughed loudly and Mission whirled around to glare at her, "This is bad enough without you coughing every two seconds Sena," she growled.
Sena tried to hide a grin. She remembered how hormones had affected a her temper at Mission's age. Apparently the affect wasn't limited to humans.
The sound of water came from the bathroom. Sena goggled at the door and wondered if Bastila had really only just started her shower.
Suddenly inspiration struck. "Hey, Mission" Sena whispered, with a quirky grin.
"What," she snapped harshly with another glare.
"What if I told you I had a way to get the Lady High and Mighty out of the bathroom?"
"I'd think I'd died and become one with the Force," Mission said with a laugh.
"Well, I don't want you to die, so I guess…" Sena carefully took on a concerned look.
"Spill," she said with a glare.
"All right. Watch this." Sena walked over to the door, looked up at Zalbaar and said with a mischeivous grin, "Hey um…don't suppose you'd mind moving for a moment?"
The big Wookiee wuffled in anticipation and moved away from the door. Sena glanced back at her fellow queue members—even Carth was smiling now. Sena found that weird because Carth never liked her little practical jokes.
Sena bent to the door to examine the lock, it was going to be a piece of cake. She slipped a lockpick out of her sleeve and went to work.
The old door slid up with a metallic grinding noise to reveal Bastila as she scrambled for a towel and screeched.
Sena lifted her hand to mime holding a video pickup and said in her best newscaster voice, "And here we have Bastila Shan, Jedi, bathroom hog and nudist."
Captain's Log: Yeah - that's my little one-shot from KOTOR1 - It's also located here: