<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/>It was no secret that Cinjin was one step short of terrified.  Fear radiated from him in waves that were impossible to hide, synchronized with every bump and shudder of the old ship.  He kept mostly to himself for the duration of the journey, trying (and mostly failing) to meditate.  He'd received counselling for his phobia of space travel but it was still with him and likely, to some degree, would stay.<br/><br/>There were few that didn't know the source.  He'd been the sole survivor of a training mission gone disastrously wrong.  After a crash that had killed their teaching Master, he'd been forced to watch his companions die from their injuries while he remained unharmed.  Few would have questioned his refusal to travel after that but he'd put a leash on his fear and had walked up the gangway with everyone else, calm on the outside but dreading the trip on the inside.<br/><br/>He'd joined the others in the cargo bay as he'd been bidden.  Master Katam's comments about the ship did nothing to improve his state of mind.  He didn't really pay attention to the briefing; he was focusing his attention on a small piece of metal jutting out of the floor.  It was most likely something used to secure cargo.  When Master Katam turned and walked away, he realized that he'd missed the entire briefing.<br/><br/>"I didn't catch anything he said after rustbucket, " Cinjin confessed.  "What's going on?"