GUARDIAN

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     “ No there will be casualties, that I am aware of. ” however, if they were sit sit around and not try to save someone, that’s when people will talk. Obi-Wan would rather die trying to help someone then to let innocents die. He gave his whole life for peace. Though, the point being, no one here knew they were Jedi. Which it was hard to get his mind to relax at the idea of.

     The force of his hand against his back made him huff, not expecting such a gesture, “ The amount of times I’ve dealt with Anakin and his master meals? The idea doesn’t appeal to me. ” voice gentle, amused, but a subtle agreement.

      good,  they  were  in  agreement.  no  one  would  die  while  they  ate.  undercover  was  always  interesting  and  he  knew  that  obi-wan  wasn’t  used  to  it.  no,  he  was  used  to  announcing  himself  and  his  jedi  status,  but  quinlan  knew  better.  he  had  more  experience  with  the  criminal  element,  with  people  who  worked  and  lived  in  the  shadows  and  while  jedi  technically  weren't  cops,  they  were  the  law,  and  people  were  less  inclined  to  talk  to  jedi  than  they  were  two  regular  guys  eating  at  a  cantina.  quinlan  laughed  outright  at  obi-wan's  hesitant  response,  "it's  good,  i  promise,"  he  said,  before  he  ordered  obi-wan  something  to  eat  that  wouldn't  be  awful.  as  they  waited  for  the  food  to  arrive,  quinlan  glanced  around  and  leaned  back  in  his  chair  before  he tilted  forward, closer  to  the  other.  "see  anything  suspicious?"

      quinlan  spent  more  time  with  the  coruscant  security  force  than  most  jedi,  with  his  knowledge  of  the  lower  levels  and  the  crime  syndicates  and  everything  that  went  on  in  the  shadows.  occasionally  he  even  ran  into  people  who  had  been  arrested  by  the  cops,  though  they  weren't  usually  this  good  looking.  he  couldn't  help  but  be  intrigued.  what  had  she  done  to  get  herself  caught  and  behind  bars?  and  why  did  she  look  so  comfortable  there,  as  if  her  escape  was  inevitable?  "who  are  you  supposed  to  be?"

     “ Of course. I’m aware that they will still be out there. Same with innocent people they may hurt, Vos. ” he arched a brow as he looked at his fellow Jedi, still a little uneasy that the fact they were just sitting here. 

    Obi-Wan knew patience, knew that they would get the job done, but it still put him on edge. However, Quinlan was right. Perhaps he was worrying a little too much. They always managed. No matter what.

     He did take a seat next to him though, eyes looking around the Cantina with careful eyes, “ Okay, what is it that you suggest? To eat. ”

     Padmé eyed the Jedi with a gentle gaze. She normally would be around Anakin and Obi-wan, and sometimes Yoda, but the others she hardly knew. It was a new opportunity to get to know other personalities within the Order, “ I’m quite surprised then. Given that you say you are good at tracking, you should be the one out there finding them rather than at my side. ”

    Her arms were neatly folded in front of her as chocolate hues looked over her protection, “ What is your name? ”