Jett Rink, an employee of one of the politicians in Nalanda’s building, was returning from his night-time exploits shamefully later than he would have liked to admit. He was just parking his celebrated yellow, open-topped airspeeder when two Jedi burst out of the building. “Hi, we need to borrow your speeder,” the first one said, a human male with a blond rat-tail behind his right ear. He opened the door and pulled Jett out without much ceremony. Jett shook his head as he watched them go. Say what you will about Jedi, he thought, but they think they own everything.