Masters's Quarters - Crew Quarters A

Bevik had never seen a movie before, only instructional holovids as part of one curriculum or another. The thought of watching a holo purely for escape and entertainment was lost on the youth; he was an old soul at heart and would rather be contemplating the nature of the Force, or better yet, preparing to reveal this new malice discovered on Arkania.

This last thought was Bevik's own private indulgence; he would deny it to the last, but the idea of an adventure to search and destroy an as-yet unseen enemy was the proverbial hidden fruit hanging at eye level.

"The dark and the light are balanced within the force... but those who would use the dark side as a tool for their own selfish things have to be stopped," Bev thought to himself. Death and Life are cyclical, but those who would drink of the endless wells of avarice would be capable of anything, harming anyone and everyone who stepped in their way.

"No, I'm kinda hoping we get back to Master Onmp without delay. I really hope he's ok."

Bevik, mouth agape, stands to one side of the room, wide and innocent eyes reflecting psychological horror tearing at the fabric of budding emotions like needles punching through soft hide. Feeling the drool pooling on his bottom lip, Bevik pulls himself together with a self-conscious glance to those within potential line of sight. He wonders at the funny feeling in his tummy, but decides he's too ill for food and ponders whether he can use the force to disappear completely.

"So this is 'movies'... the black thought enters his mind like a data spike, then an uncontrollable giggle begins to escape and Bevik just knows he's blushing. Looking toward the exit, Bev fights the impulse to run because, well, he might pee.

Dynnyana yawns, looking rather bored herself as the movie goes on. She watches Ian and Alyx slip out of the room quietly, and pauses to frown at her thoughts. Finally, the blonde decides to get up herself, rising and stretching her arms high with a sigh, she excuses herself with a small murmur to anyone concerned and joins them in the corridor.

Out in the corridor, Ian waits until the door to the main room is closed. "Holy balls, -that- was painful." The young human chuckles dryly with a wry grin. "Man, what'a day." He shakes his head, long hair swaying gently, "Leavin' Coruscant, gettin' assigned a new master." His eyes twinkle with a bit mischief, "Gettin' ta play music critic. You must be exhausted.""So what'cha think'a all this?"

Veria watches the movie with rapt fascination. At several points she takes out her datapad and seems to . . . be taking notes? At the end of the entire thing she claps energetically. "Oh, I just love a good documentary. They're my favorite." That makes sense.

When Bevik saw others leaving the lounge, he took the opportunity to slip out as well. He could use some food, but he also hoped to find a spot to sleep. If he could get those images out of his mind. But to be honest, he had so many questions...

Alex really isn't in the mood for watching a movie, So she thankfully goes to leave with Ian when he suggests heading out. "What do -you- think?"she asks him back.

Sighing, out in the hall, Ian makes a face of distrust. "I dunno . . . A few of'em seem alright but the rest are tryin' ta be our buddies an I -really- dislike that."

"Yeah," she frowns thoughtfully. "It does kind of muddy the waters... I guess it would be ok if meditating on the Force was all we're going to be doing. But I really hope it's not." Ian can sense her irritation over their bond at how the Jedi never actually make a stand.

"Well -I- think it's creepy as hell." He takes a breath and goes to clap her on the shoulder, "Hey, let's do'the responsible thing, slice inta their personal records an then figure out fer ourselves what kinda people they is."

He gives her a small grin, "An worst comes ta worse . . . I'll train you. An I will pester the -shit- outta all those knights until they give us somethin' worthwhile ta do."

She looks uncertain. "I'm sure they're not actually creepy. Maybe they just don't feel comfortable with being authority figures." She doesn't even dignify his offer of slicing with a response. "Let's go spar and we can talk about what kind of change we would like to make in the galaxy."

"Sounds perfect." He chuckles and turns to go, "I got me an itchin' ta cause trouble fer some Hutts m'self. Wha'dya think, Knight Catalia?" He glances back at the blonde Knight where she was half hidden.

The blond woman smirks as she stepped out of the shadows. "I think you're absolutely right that being friends with your Padawan is anathema to the entire process. I'm only friends with my master now because I'm a knight."

"Well, t'be fair I'm not exactly an -expert- on the process. I've had three masters give up on me, after all, but it's nice ta have my hypothesis be supported." He grins broadly, showing a cheerful glee at having chased off so many teachers but Alyx can sense, through their bond that it makes him angry. Hurt, even.

Dynnyana nods, expression serious. "That's regrettable." Her blue eyes focus on his Violet ones. [/b]"Actually I wanted to talk to you about that."[/b]

Alex looks confused, but doesn't interrupt.

Ian's eyes narrow slightly, less in suspicion and more in confusion. "Uh, sure?" He scratches his head slightly but nods. "I mean I know how it looks but I'd definitely did not slice inta High Council transmissions an have'im reassigned." The link reveals to Alyx, again, his true feelings. It had surprised him when Knight Zatee was reassigned but he was also, apparently, wanting to obfuscate his own irritation on the matter.

Dynyanna nods again. "Well, I don't have a Padawan. And you don't have a knight. I feel a strong sense though the Force that I would be a good match for you." She blinks calmly. "And I don't abandon people. So even if I was reassigned, you would come with me." She smiles then. "Or I would tell them no."

He blinks a few times in surprise. "Uh, wait, you -want- to train me?" He voices rises incredulity, "But . . . I'm an asshole. On purpose. Ask Alyx!"

Alex looks shocked as well. "Um, well Ian-"

"I'm an asshole too," Dynnyana interrupts. "If that's the word you're using to describe how you act out. I'm not interested in what the council thinks. Only the Force and my instincts. I trust myself more than any council."

"Okay. Well." He clears his throat and glances over at Alyx for a moment before nodding, "I mean, at the rate things have gone you'll hafta make it only'a couple hours ta be better than the last guy."

He seems uncertain for a moment before he nods. "You -is- the first one who's asked instead'a told. Be -rude- ta not respect ya in kind."

Ian clears his throat, giving a deep nod that almost brushes against a tiny bow, "Okay, then, Master. I'm in."

Dynnyana smiles, and the expression softens her normally cold facade. "Great! I'm glad." Looking between the two younger Padawans, she gives a slight smirk. "So I overheard you were going to spar. Mind if I tag along so I can get an idea of your fighting style?"

Alex glances over at Ian, blushing a bit out of nowhere. Ian can sense she feels a bit strange having someone watch them when they are otherwise alone, but she knows that's silly...

"Sure!" Ian nods and gestures down the corridor, "I guess it's best y'learn who'the real powerhouse'a this duo is early on." He points at Alyx where the other Padawan can't see, mouthing 'very scary' to Dynyanna.

Across the link, Alyx can sense that Ian is a little disappointed at the lack of getting to spend time alone together but he's also cautiously optimistic that Dynyanna will be more accepting of him than most Jedi.

Before they go, Ian spots Bevik in the corridor, "Hey, new kid. What's the haps?"