<div class="floatleft">(http://i180.photobucket.com/albums/x94/Shadowphile/Purple%20andBlack_zpsucqavhib.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Cinjin Race<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Cargo hold of the Tikva'Sia XLVIII<br/><strong>Role:</strong><terrfied> Jedi Padawan<br/><br/><em>Anything to get back on the ground.</em><br/><br/>"I just need to grab my gear," he said.  "Thanks for filling me in.  I'm just a little distracted right now.  I'll be fine once we've landed."  He gave Ellard a weak smile.  "I don't do space travel well."<br/><br/>It took four minutes for Cinjin to return ready to embark on the lander.  Much of his gear was stored in a simple kit bag.  The only things that weren't were the cloak he wore, the utility belt around his waist, the med-kit on his should and two long poles.  One was the hilt of his light-pike.  The other was a Gaffi stick or at least a replica of the signature weapon of Tattooine's Tusken raiders.  Why a pacifist like Cinjin had one was anyone's guess.