As per the norm, Calista sat by herself and said nothing. She had become used to the silence that always surrounded her. If you had asked her a few hours ago if anything could surprise her anymore, she would have answered in the negative. Cal had seen much in her thirteen years of life. But she had never before met a force quite like Obi-Wan Kenobi. Calista had not expected the other teen to sit across from her and to bring other students with him. A Mon Calamari girl and male human sat on either side of her while a male Dressellian sat next to Obi-Wan. Calista raised one dark brown brow at him, and all he did was shrug and begin to eat.
"Hi, I'm Bant," the Mon Calamari said, "and that's Garen," the human waved, "and Reeft." The Dresellian paused for a moment in order to wave shyly before he continued to eat his weight in food. "You looked kinda lonely, so we thought you might like some company," Bant continued.
Calista studied the girl sitting next to her, only sensing genuine sincerity in every word. "I thank you for joining me, but I do not wish to ostracize you because of your kindness." I need to remember to talk to Qui-Gon about forcing others onto me.
"What do ya mean?" Garen asked.
Before Calista could answer, a shadow fell over the table. "Well, well. What do we have here?" Bruck Chun mocked. "It's the oaf and the freak." His chronies snickered in amusement.
"It is times like these that make me wonder why they would choose you of all people to become a Jedi-in-training. You obviously lack compassion, and yet they let you stay. Curious indeed," Calista said, not once looking up from her plate.
Bruck's fist slammed into her food, splattering it everywhere. "Now listen to me, you little bitch―"
Calista caught his wrist, moving Obi-Wan and Reeft with the aid of the Force before she flipped Bruck onto the table. She saw a student scramble to find a Master as she exerted the slightest of pressure onto his pulse, feeling it rise. "I would not even begin to threaten me. You may believe your father is the most powerful being in the galaxy, but he is not. One day his empire will crumble and there will be nothing left but the ashes of what once was. Now, leave me and the others alone, or otherwise I will challenge you to a duel of honor, something I will easily win since you have none." With all that said, she let go of his wrist and pushed through the small crowd that Cal had managed to accumulate. Calista procured her new food before hastily exiting the dining hall.