Me: I'm now about to begin chapter 3
(the Star wars theme starts playing in the back ground)
Me: YAY!!!
Disclaimer: I do not own it. NOPE!
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The ride to Dantooine had to be the most awful thing I had experienced in my entire young life. It was filled with coughs from sick passengers as well as the awful gargling of alien dialect. (Don't get me wrong I'm not racist against aliens, its just some of the dialects, especially Ithorian and Selkath, are annoying.) The worst part was that the whole time we were in hyperspace, a Twi'Lek man was trying to hit on me with his wife sitting right beside me. I ended up clocking him square on the jaw.
Despite the torture, Ethan and I both made it to Dantooine. My first breath of Dantooine air was wonderful. All of the smells of the prairies and meadows made me feel at peace. Not to mention the fact that the sun bounced off of the large building in the nearby field in a way that made it look like one of the beautiful skyscrapers on Coruscant. It was awe-inspiring.
I had no idea where to go (although there weren't many places.) Ethan didn't either. He suggested we go into the building in the field and ask for directions to the Jedi Enclave. I thought that was a good idea. I was wrong, as I was a lot.
It took forever to covince the droid guarding the entrance to let us in. I ended up having to use the repair skill I didn't have and like a million repair parts to fix its damage. Once that was done, I still had to fix its behavioral core.
"Can I do anything to help," Ethan would ask sincerely.
"You can stand back and shut up," I would snap. I got testy when I was working. It was just the way I was.
After a whole lot of grieving over that stupid droid, I finally felt a pang of satisfaction when I heard a robotic monotonous voice say, "Admission granted," as the electrically locked doors slid open behind it. I wiped the sweat off my forehead with my navy blue sleeve.
Ethan and I walked into the large air conditioned building and examined our surroundings.
It was nothing special, a large open room with two orange doors in the far left corner and the far right corner. A sort of "concierge" desk stood in the center between two fern-like plants. An average-looking man stood behind it, smiling cornily at the two of us, as was probably his job.
"Good day, off worlders," he said with false cheerfulness, "How can I help you?"
"We need directions to the Enclave," I stated bluntly.
Ethan tugged on my coat, as he obviously didn't approve of my openness to share our mission.
The man behind the desk smiled and opened a drawer under the desk. He pulled out a data pad and handed it to me. On it were encrypted the exact directions to the enclave. I smiled and thanked the man. I did this not out of kindness of spirit but rather out of obligation. Ethan was giving me glares that could freeze over the suns of Dantooine.
With the directions in hand, and no want or need to explore the rest of the building, Ethan and I made our way to the Enclave. This proved to be a pleasant travel compared to the one made to the planet. It was rather long but rather peaceful. It gave Ethan and I a chance to talk to one another. We really shared nothing deep or sensitive, we just spent a little time getting to know one another better. Sharing things like home planet, hobbies, etc. You know, the works. I laughed harder than I had in a long time. I thought Ethan did too. We really bonded in the hour that passed as we walked to the Enclave.
When, finally, we reached it. It WAS beautiful. The sunset shone brightly behind the moss covered exterior. It had been redone since the sith attack years ago. More Jedi walked the pathways. One was kind enough to approach us and offer us help. He told us that for any information, we should seek a council with the masters. We did so. This took longer than we had hoped. It took hours to fill out paperwork, and then three days wait to actually get to the audience.
When the day of our audience was upon us, Ethan and I were escorted to the chambers by a petite Jedi with long dark hair and a sincere smile. She let us into the room and then left us standing in the presence of four very… unique individuals.
A blond individual stepped forward and smiled.
"I'm Mical. How can I help you?"
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