Norn Dukai Nothing about this boded well. A ruined arena, supposedly unused after the clone wars, and certainly not repaired. Filled with spectators. It was to convenient, and conveniences rarely were afforded to singular beings. Generally they were foreshadows to a dark beginning, if history of this galaxy was anything to show, it was that fact. "You lose something,?" years of training kicked in to keep Norn from jumping towards the sudden and unexpected voice. A very unexpected voice. Mentally Norn kicked himself for not being able to sense someone so close. He'd gotten so engrossed in trying to find a way up to the balcony he hadn't payed enough attention around him. No, that wasn't it, no he was getting rusty. When he got back from this mission he'd request time to sharpen his training with the newer regiments. A knife was only as useful so long as it was sharp. Caution was the name of the game, caution was an inherent aspect of his job, caution was why his hand was readily poised near his saber to call it to his hand in a moments notice. ?Yes, I have lost something. I'm hear to retreat it. Nothing more, Nothing less. I certainly wasn't expecting...? He turned slowly, ?...company. Fine company from the looks of it.? This didn't feel right, for untold years the phrase 'I've got a bad feeling about this' had been reportedly used in many a situation when a bad feeling was justified. Norn didn't know if this situation befitted such a phrase but the analytical thinking imprinted in him in his training was telling him so. Add a secret mission, a half ruined arena with a dark history and a convenient audience, and then multiply it by the sudden appearance of a woman who managed to approach in a manner that a man trained not only in the force but special operations didn't sense her, you didn't come up with good news, no matter how you tried to round out the sum. ?What brings one such as yourself to such a backwards dustball as this hmm? Certainly not for the scenery, and I doubt its for the locals and their festivities either. I hear their not very becoming to outsiders like us.? He eyed her curiously, and cautiously, ?And admittedly while I would so enjoy a chance to chat, this is clearly not the place, and nor Do I have the time. I'm afraid I've an appointment to keep, the job unfortunately has to come first, and it leaves little for a personal life.? Somewhere, in the back of Norn's mind, he knew the 'appointment' was about to be postponed. Tag: Ktala Edit: Hope you don't mind me applying blue to your spoken text, thought it would be less confusing.