EB: Briefing
Jedi. It had to be Jedi.
This has to be the Universe playing some kind of game with me, the young man thought, the edge of a hunk of jam-slathered toast hanging out of the corner of his mouth as his emerald green eyes kept their gaze on Princess Leia. Even though he had been working as a fighter-for-hire for quite a few years, he had originally been trained as a Teras Kasi. And their specialty had always been understanding how the Force and the Jedi themselves had worked. Unfortunately, their knowledge had more to do with how to counteract a Jedi rather than how to train them more effectively. It was knowledge that Jurell had long since thought was unnecessary with them having long since thought to have been extinct. But, as soon as he had decided to join this rebellion, serendipitously his mission had to have something to do with them.
Reaching up to his mouth with a hand partially covered by a cut-off synth-leather glove, the dark-skinned human gripped the crust of bread and tore off the piece in his mouth with his teeth. Chewing thoughtfully, he leaned back in his chair, placing a boot against the edge of the table. As he did so, he swept back the side of his dark synth-leather coat to reveal a belt with some utility pockets and a comfortable-looking shirt. While functional, the synth-leather of his outfit was reinforced with internal plates that had kept him alive through more scrapes than he could count.
While his actions were probably atrocious manners, Jurell had not particularly grown up among people who would likely have cared about that. They had taken away the vambraces he usually had hidden underneath the sleeves of his coat, so he was determined to enjoy whatever hospitality they had--namely the Dantooinian bread with that lovely berry jam. It was not that the young man felt ill at ease without his weapons. In fact, he felt perfectly comfortable as he knew that his fighting arts did not require weaponry at all in order to be effective. It was simply a matter of principle. He could probably dent or completely mangle plasteel armor with his fist if the need called for it.
"So, what's the mission then?" he asked gruffly after swallowing the piece of bread. Jurell's lack of love of the Empire was no secret considering that according to his reputation he had a personal brush up against Moff Nyall. So, his eagerness from the fact that this mission would be them directly up against the Empire combined with the fact that he didn't care much for long-winded conversations led to his current abrupt demeanor. Taking another bite from the hunk of bread he held between his thumb and forefinger, he ran a hand through his locks of dark hair to sweep some stray locks from before his eyes.