Schools in session. (Spearpoint/Oatara)

[Lemur, The Kool-Aid Guy]

Ervisa looked at the hand before her with a frown. He was honestly refusing to answer her question, implying she stole her own lightsaber, and then acting as if it was all friendly.

Jerk. Ass. In fact, add a hole to that.

She wasn't about to call him shades. Not yet.

The Mirialan woman detached the lightsaber from her belt and gestured with it, her grey eyes narrowed and a frown etched on her emerald features.

"Listen here slick, this is my yard, and I'm going to keep a close eye on it. If you don't put away that attitude and give me some answers, this lightsaber is going to be shoved up your pretty little ass and ignited. Are we clear on that point?"

Ervisa used such colorful imagery completely on purpose. She had to stick in his memory, and leave a serious impression that she wasn't going to take his crap.

"So let's try that again. Your name, your affiliation. if you don't answer, I'll just tell everyone you're a Sith and see how long it takes to hang you from a flagpole by the balls."

[Kuhblam]

Dulgan frowned, withdrawing his hand as she removed the lightsaber from her belt and waved it with a hostile demeanor. Obviously that had not been taken the way he had intended to.

Whoops. Miscalculation on his part.

"Listen here slick, this is my yard, and I'm going to keep a close eye on it. If you don't put away that attitude and give me some answers, this lightsaber is going to be shoved up your pretty little ass and ignited. Are we clear on that point?"

He chewed on the thought for a minute. He wasn't here to cause trouble, and quite frankly everything had been fine until Deputy Jane here had shown up and decided to poke him in the chest a dozen times. As far as the situation went, he figured it was best that he just go along and not go around eviscerating anyone important on the base just yet without proper reason.

"Fair enough, your card game."

He prematurely dropped the cigarette to the grass and stamped it underneath the heel of his boot before draping one leg over the knee of the other just like before.

"So let's try that again. Your name, your affiliation. if you don't answer, I'll just tell everyone you're a Sith and see how long it takes to hang you from a flagpole by the balls."

Hmmph. I'd like to see them catch me first.

Dulgan rolled his neck to either side and then coughed nonchalantly, covering his mouth with a balled up fist before resting his arm casually over the back of the bench again.

"Probably best we not get on a first name basis, m'lady. But tell you what, I'll trade you, a name for a name. You go first."

He looked up to the sky. The clouds were still stormy grey, but the rain wasn't as bad as it had been a few minutes ago when it had served to up the ante on their dramatic ex-Jedi stare-down scene by the training grounds just moments ago. He chuckled at the thought of the idea, having been a Jedi once. It was comical, almost, a laughable image. Instinctively he removed the lightsaber from his belt, examined it as he twirled it in his hand, and tossed it to her in a measure of good faith.

"But don't worry, I'm no Sith. I'd probably be a very poor Sith Lord, actually. And neither am I a Jedi, if you're worried about that too. Well, at least not any longer. Trust me when I say the paycheck is my only motivation to be here."

His voice was sincere, although it obviously contained that Dulgan-esque cockiness that splashed over every sentence that exited his mouth.

[Lemur, The Kool-Aid Guy]

He tossed Ervisa what looked like a hydrospanner, but she was attuned to Jedi weaponry, and she recognized it as a concealed lightsaber. To her, that was fishy. The Mirialan woman didn't see why anyone would conceal a lightsaber unless they were some kind of spy.

Ervisa scrutinized the man with a narrowed eye, trying to tell if he was serious about his statement. It wouldn't have been so hard if it was just her ass on the line, but there was more at stake. Spearpoint, Horst, the base, Oatara; everyone's lives would ride on her judgment here to determine whether or not he was a Sith.

And that seriously sucked. Ervisa hated responsibility, and wasn't comfortable being sedentary. Yet here she was, being both. Stuck in one place, with duties, loyalties, rules to follow, and a boyfriend. Just like some ordinary person.

The emerald-skinned woman sighed. This was definitely not the life she'd planned, but what was the saying? Life is what happens when you're making other plans?

With a slight grimace, the Mirialan ex-Jedi tossed the 'hydrospanner' back to the man and answered his question.

"Ervisa, Ervi, or Lieutenant Therani. Formerly of the Jedi Order, now a bush pilot. Head of the bombers here, and the aviation in atmo. Now what's your deal? Quid pro quo."

[Kuhblam]

The woman inspected the object, appeared to recognize it for what it was worth, and tossed it back to Dulgan.

Good. Trust had been established to a small degree, and they were making some headway towards cordial relations.

"Ervisa, Ervi, or Lieutenant Therani. Formerly of the Jedi Order, now a bush pilot. Head of the bombers here, and the aviation in atmo. Now what's your deal? Quid pro quo."

Ervisa Therani. He couldn't place the name, although it was familiar in his head. Or maybe he was just randomly making an impossible connection because she had mentioned time spent as a Jedi Knight. Dulgan had to admit that the woman hardly looked like she could have donned the brown robes and done the monk thing at any given time in her life, but one look at him would obviously produce the same thoughts in his case. No Jedi he'd ever seen wore casual attire like his own. At least the bush pilot and aviator head part of the description fit, anyone with eyes could identify the jumpsuit and sunglasses she was wearing with such commanding bravado.

It was odd, however.

For such a large amount of confidence, he sensed an unusual amount of doubt in the aura she was projecting.

"Very well. D. Pryde, at your service. Professional wanderer, lover of women, admirer of skill, and keeper of worthless secrets in high demand. Consider me a jack of all trades."

He extended one confident hand again in an offer of friendship, hooking his "hydrospanner" to his belt with the other. Hopefully she'd accept his offer this time around.

[Lemur, The Kool-Aid Guy]

Ervisa looked at the extended hand skeptically, still unsure of whether or not to trust him. It wasn't just that he might be a Sith...

It was twofold. Personally, she felt a little threatened that now there was another forcie in the group. No longer was she the only one; the special one. Now there was another person with a lightsaber, another person who controlled the Force. Suddenly she wasn't the rock star.

But besides that, if he was a good guy, then why hide it? Why hide his abilities and his status from Ethan, from Horst? That struck her as guilt, and if he was guilty of something? Then what?

"One question first," The Mirialan woman said as her hand hovered just out of the reach of a shake.

Her eyes focused in on him, and she took off her aviator glasses, tucking them into a pocket of her flight suit. Her face was still serious, as was her voice.

"Why are you hiding it if you're not guilty? You'd better give me a very good reason, otherwise I'll walk over right now and out you to Horst."

[Kuhblam]

"One question first."

She extended her hand... just short, right out of his reach. Then she removed her sunglasses and they were, those piercing eyes of her's. Dulgan could sense the hostility that was arising out of a result of his force-sensitivity. Jealousy, perhaps? He couldn't tell. Dulgan had always been more of a warrior than a meditator or thinker, and couldn't usually perceive the feelings of others very well unless they were incredibly transparent emotionally.

Hmm.

"Why are you hiding it if you're not guilty? You'd better give me a very good reason, otherwise I'll walk over right now and out you to Horst."

That wiped the grin right off of Dulgan's face and produced something of a mild smile instead. Quietly, he withdrew his hand from reach.

"Well, Ms. Therani,"

Dulgan said as he stood up straight and straightened his sunglasses. Unlike his counterpart, however, he didn't remove them.

"Maybe I'm just tired of the magic tricks."

He walked past her as he spoke, keeping his gaze locked on her with that same smile still on his face. Then he pushed off into a jog to meet back up with the rest of the trainees, the light rain beginning to accumulate and soak into his clothes again. Surely that last sentence would get to her and leave some good food for thought.

[Adobi-Wan Kenobi]

They where half way around the field by the time "Shades" came back around, Evi must've had him held up for a wierd bunch of soemthing. Once he finally caught up, a good 20 minutes had gone by; solid!

Zett let himself fall off to meet with him but once he was beside him he continued jogging at the same pace. What was all that 'bout shades? Zett asked still looking straight ahead.

Zett spoke again, If Horst doesn't already know, he'll likely make you do an extra lap. Zett said jokingly but wasn't actually sure if he was right. He wasn't sure how Horst would react to him getting to sit around for 20 minutes while the rest of them where doing laps around the base.

((OOC-- Sorry for shortness, lack of muse + no interaction with Zett = short posts. -_-))