"Your were a Jedi Knight before you betrayed our Order. Your name was Masana Tide." - Cal Kestis.

Back to the years just prior to the end of the Clone Wars, before the fall of the Jedi Order, there was a Jedi by the name of Masana Tide. Not your average Jedi, considering her species. She was marginally more composed than her later self, enough to see the Jedi Order's influence over her personality. But at her core, she was indeed a Dowutin.

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Masana sits peacefully within the shuttle as it makes its way back through Coruscant to the Jedi Temple. Or, rather, as peacefully as she can when she's trying not to grumble about how these seats aren't exactly built for an alien of her size.

Does she hate that humans are so much smaller? *No*, not at all.

Could they stand to make the seats a bit bigger for people like her? *She* likes to think so.

Despite this, the shuttle makes its way back to the Temple with relative ease, settling down nearby on the landing pad not far from where the speeders are zooming to-and-fro in the designated air lanes. She's patient enough to stay in her seat until it lands - she is *not* making the repeat mistake of impatiently getting up while it's still moving - and simply strides out when everyone else has made way.

Her feet *thump* flatly onto the metallic surface with a familiarity, even now already glad to be back.