Two Jedi Walk into a Bar...

[Amos Iakona]

Her offer came unexpected; Amos' mind was still caught up within what she had uttered concerning her last student. He sensed a bittersweet mix of pride and sorrow in her words, and his heart ached a little in sympathy. Perhaps a shred of jealousy sparked inside him as well; for pride in him, in any form, had been somewhat lacking over the course of Amos' life, even with himself as the source. He had followed in his father's footsteps, but had never managed to achieve his strict and stoic approval; at least, not in a way that had ever been expressed. And his mother had never really agreed with his choice to enter service with the Security Forces back on Naboo; her concerns had seem vindicated after he was drafted by the Empire. He'd found himself on the wrong side of trainers and superiors ever since; and after so many years wandering in recent times, his confidence in himself had deminished, blasted away by supernova to leave a miniscule glowing dwarf behind.

Hearing the pride in her voice triggered resolve in his mind, and in his heart. Regardless of what else transpired, he knew that he wanted to earn that favour for himself; craved to feel the sensation. A fleeting thought wondered if it was an aspiration worthy of a Jedi, or was it perhaps too selfish a goal? And yet, every student being trained in the ways of the Jedi must have sought such approval from their peers: perhaps they dressed it up as a quest to conform with the ideals of the Order, or to earn a promotion beyond their apprentice state, but still. All desired approval in some form. There may not be a Jedi Order left for him to earn status within; but status in the eyes of this one Jedi would be enough for him.

His brows unknotted from the frown that had formed as his mind had pondered, and he turned his eyes towards hers, gratitude mixed with determination swimming in his eyes. When he spoke, his voice lost much of the animal growl it usually posessed; softened almost to the point of reverence. "I would be honoured to become your student."

[Tionne Thanewulf]

''Good, good.'' the Knight retorted, waving her hand about, palm landing onto his shoulder to pat it in an almost patronizing manner. It was a gesture of appreciation, one Amos will need to get used to. He hardly had the chance to experience the sarcastic, cynic Tionne; surely, there would be many opportunities in the future, now that he agreed to her tutelage. She then hopped off the barstool, tossing a few credit chips to the protocol droid.

''I hope you have a ship, Amos. I'm running low on clean underwear here.'' she said in jest, augmenting her roguish facial expression with a wink.
''And girls are all about underwear.'' With that being said, a new chapter in Amos' life began.