Public transport was just one of those things that are difficult to understand for almost every human, and I am talking about the ones that actually lived here. Kryy Vitaan, a young Dark Jedi, hailing from the Dark Jedi Brotherhood, had never seen anything quite like Earth.
This world is tiny, where is their military personal? Their towering citadel or command centre? Most of all what was this absurd means of travel?! The bewildered acolyte asked himself and he stepped aboard a long people mover thing with wheels. The concept baffled Kryy, everything remained on the ground, rolling around on wheels. This race is so primitive, why would master send me here? The people mover moved through the streets, Kryy unable to understand why the mode of transport had to follow a road, as opposed to flying over everything and getting to your destination much much faster.
He took off his backpack of supplies and sat down in the chair. By God! These chairs are horrible to sit on! Who on Zakuul would want to sit on this? Ignoring the, less than luxurious seating arrangements, Kryy syphoned through his supplies; a rectangular datapad of some sort, rather small to be a datapad he thought to himself quietly. a small plastic card, perhaps a security clearance card. But it had number on the front of it and a black stripe on the back. It had to be a security card of some sort if he had to swipe it. Earth wasn’t all that bad, but Kryy did not understand why the people mover kept stopping and starting and picking up more people. Kryy did not want to pick up more people, it was a stupid concept when you would take such a transport to get somewhere quickly. He grunted, “What on Zakuul is this place master? These Humans are nothing like the ones we know... their ways do not make sense to me. They are backwards, and unnecessary means of transportation means getting people from point A to point B in an invasion would be impossible and slow. Are the inhabitants of this planet not prepared at all?”
The bus made it final stop and with everyone hopping off, Kryy followed cautiously. He looked around at all the people and wondered just where they might be going or what their unit classification numbers were. Sitting in a car on the far side of the road, Ryan waited patiently for the crowd to thin so he may see his friend. The tall, red haired acolyte emerged from the madness with Ryan right there to escort him. The poor Jedi wearing a confused and disgusted look on his face as he hopped into the back seat of the car as they headed back to Ryan’s house.
“Please tell me I don’t have to go through that again. The ways of your people confuse me, you like to make more difficult for yourselves instead of making it easier...” Kryy protested before finally adding. “Oh... and next time, you’re coming to me...”