Please be sure to read Chapter 1 First. It is titled as of Now, Star War Somthin or Another.(I think)

Chapter 2

The Dining Hall

Daheen Hit the doors to the hall hard. They flew open as he stumbled into the room all eyes turning to see who or what had caused such a loud disturbance.

He froze turning a shade of red as all the blood rushed to his face. He glanced back and forth as the other students and staff members started grumbling back and forth quietly still looking at him sideways.

Daheen sidestepped away from the doorway and retreated to his dark corner at the far-side of the dining hall. He sat on the marble floor and pulled his knees up to his chest trying to hide from that embarrassed feeling that had settled in the pit of his stomach.

Daheen glanced up in time to see a Green Togruta with a jacket covering his bare chest. He was a well-known student and well-liked by most. He was a couple years my senior, just about to finish his jedi training and move on to the rank of Jedi night. His coming towards me was not uncommon and drove half the students mad.

He slid down next to Daheen and handed him a glass of blue milk and a bread-like dessert. He took a big bite of the bread then swallowed it with a large gulp of the blue milk.

“Good going Daheen,” He teased, “You know you can just open the doors around the temple like a normal person.”

Daheen nudged him playfully in the arm aware of the stares from the students around room, “I know Sha’di,” He said quietly looking up into the orange eyes of the Togruta.

Now, Daheen had told Master Grogu that he had no friends, and though Sha’di could count as one, the relationship they shared was more family then friend.

Sha’di pursed his lips staring at the young Zabrak. “You should come sit with me. I am sure the others won’t mind,”

“Sha’di,” Daheen said looking away towards a small spider scuttling across the floor, “I am pretty sure they will.”

“True,” Sha’di agreed, “But they wouldn’t dare say a thing with all the Masters around. You know what happens to the bullies who get caught. Even the first offenders,”

“Ya,” Daheen mumbled, “They are expelled.”

Sha’di pushed himself off the ground and turned, his hand out towards Daheen ready to help him up. “Nothing to worry about then,”

Daheen downed the rest of his milk and swallowed the last bite of the bread before he took Sha’di’s hand and allowed himself to be pulled up. Being half dragged by Sha’di they wove their way around the tables before Sha’di settled himself at one in the very middle of the hall. Daheen sat down between him and a girl a year older than he. She gave him a look that Daheen was sure that if looks could kill, he would certainly be dead.

Sha’di quickly jumped right into the conversation like he had been there the whole time. Daheen quietly nibbled on a sour piece of fruit trying to ignore the violent stare from the girl on his right and from the stares from the others around him. The only ones who seemed to be either ignoring him or indifferent to his being there was Sha’di’s close friend group.

“So,” A yellow toned Mirialan male with long shoulder-length, black hair said looking at Daheen with a questioning look, “How has jedi training been going?”

Daheen looked at the Mirialan with an eyebrow raised, “Fine, I guess. Not great but going,”

He laughed slightly looking at Sha’di, “Not so great,” He looked back at Daheen, “I have heard that many times when I ask if the students are having a difficult time. Like our buddy Sha’di here.” He said tilting his head toward him, “In his group, having a difficult time is known as having a Sha’di. He has had the hardest time out of all of us, yet somehow he is top of the year. Should get the spot on the council as long as he doesn’t fail the final exam coming up for all us old folk.”

Sha’di smiled broadly at his friend who has sitting right across from me, “Lan, I seriously doubt I am top of our class.”

The Mirialan who’s name was Lan smiled, “I was being addressed by the council,” Sha’di raised an eyebrow but Lan just ignored him and continued, “ after I was excused, I may have waited outside the door for a moment or two.” Lan had such an excited expression on his face as he plowed on, “They were talking about you, Sha’di!”

Sha’di leaned closer glancing around so we could talk quieter forcing Daheen to lean in so he could hear him, “What did they say?”

Lan leaned closer to, “I don’t really know.”

Sha’di rolled his eyes, a smile still shining on his face as he leaned back, “Lan, What if they were saying bad things about me?”

Lan sat back , crossed his arms, and furrowed his brows, “Well, I guess they could have been,” He paused, thinking before he said quickly, “But I doubt that. No one has had a bad thing to say about you since you were a youngling.”

Sha’di glanced over at Daheen before he looked back toward Lan as a bell rang out in the halls cutting off Sha’di’s voice.

Chairs scrapped across the marble floor as hundreds of students stood at once to rush off to their next class.

Daheen waved at Sha’di and Lan as they moved with their group towards the higher-level class on the upper floor. Daheen stood up and followed a ways behind his peers as they exited the dining hall and headed towards their respected classes. Daheens next class at least was something he was good at. Physical training.

Disclaimer: When I started writing this, I decided to write it from a different perspective than what I normally do. After the next chapter (Which is already half-way finished) I am going to switch it to specific characters perspective. This way is driving me nuts!