Accept. Learn. Go on.

                …This is all my fault.

                              Where do I go? What do I do?

                                                      No! Wait, you can’t leave me here!

     “Kawaii? Not entirely sure what       you are meaning. But I appreciate the,       compliment, I suppose.”

The Jedi watched her carefully, she certainly seemed to be the confident sort. 

Adventures of my sketchbook, part ??? The scanner doesn’t like ringed books. 

Top: Line width got messed up on the troopers after my other pen ran out of ink. Remember kids, once you use a thicker line, you can’t go back to fix it (unless you do that in photochop). 

      AN EXPERT SWORDSMAN 

                              A HARD TASKMASTER

Even in the farthest reaches of wild space, a spice trader of all people should’ve been keen to the goings-on of the galaxy. His words certainly struck her as odd, she was sure she wouldn’t be the only one to think so. He doesn’t seem like a drunk, but then again she’s never met a drunk Kel Dor before.

Regardless, she humors the strange man beside her, the feeling of energy that came from him just before has caught her curiosity. He’s the first person to pique her interest all evening, after all, and she cocks her head slightly to look at him.

      “I’ll prefer to see it as good news,         for the time being, at least.” 

     “Well, when I left to trade far beyond the Outer Rim,       if memory serves me right, the Clone Wars were        entering the third year. Essentially, however long       it has been since then.” 

The Kel Dor let out a sigh, thinking about what he could ask the woman next while he has her attention. Since he couldn’t ask about the Order, perhaps he could try and find out about this Resistance he’s heard about while on this planet. 

little ‘soka :)