Kote Runi stood bored next to her Jedi Master on the rock known as Geonosis. Her Mandalorian armour stood out amongst the Geonosian crowd, catching the eye of the other Mando’a there. Her thoughts drifted between fluttering ideas of new ‘projects’ and her history. Her face masked excitement of the impending battle , but under her helmet no one could tell. The white and blue armour was unusually clean, with little dents and scratches. At ten years of age, the Jedi council had only let her come because of her heritage. Accepted by the age of nine she was young for becoming a Padawan Learner, which left her to the torments of others. Let alone she was someone, if her parents hadn’t been killed and she hadn’t been found, she wouldn’t be a Jedi. Frankly, Kote disliked the peace loving Jedi and enjoyed the thrill of the battle instead. If anyone gave her a sniper rifle she would be taking down as many enemies as possible, before anyone noticed, but it was “Self defence, peace is the way, blasters are primitive” Kote hated it, nothing compared to a sniper rifle. She wasn’t alone. Her Jedi Master was the only Jedi that could speak fluent Mando’a, and he was the one who found her at age five sitting in the abandoned ship that was floating aimlessly in the cold reaches of the outer rim. That five year old was taught to fight and put up quite a resistance before being subdued by the Jedi Knight. Since then Master Evan Quell had seemed to have grown attached to the Mandalorian Padawan and chose the fighter at the initiate tournament.
Kote Master Quell’s voice came through their bond breaking Kote’s train of thought
elek? she replied in Mandalorian
Concentrate on your surroundings not your thoughts Padawan.
For the last time Padawan I am not your commander.
You kind of are my commander
Master Quell shook his head a smile forming on his stern face.
Just go, Master Windu wants you to negotiate with the Bounty Hunter
He’s not a Bounty Hunter, He’s a Mandalorian trying to make a living.
I don’t care if you know them from your past, just go.
Yes Master. Kote sighed with annoyance and slipped away, turning back one last time to see the dark haired master nod at her.
Kote Her master said through the bond If I die, you shall have my jetii’kad
Kote smiled at the use of Mando’a vor entye she replied turning away.
She walked carefully towards the stand avoiding the Geonosians.
One Geonosian flew into her “Di’kut” she muttered pushing past it.
The rest of the Geonosians quickly took notice of the Mandalorian walking through the crowd, and stayed out her way from fear for their lives. Suddenly all around her the Geonosians fled. She was too late the battle had begun.