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destinystrings2012-10-04 09:17 pm
echo_of_a_jedi) wrote in destinystrings2012-10-04 09:17 pm
Rain
Who: The Jedi Exile (Meetra) and OPEN
Where: Around the Pisces district, mostly
Summary: A Jedi wanders rather suspiciously around this strange planet
Warnings: Shouldn't be any
The strange officials who'd briefed her on where she'd ended up - without being able to tell her how she got here, or what happened to T3 or the Ebon Hawk - had also said she had accommodations somewhere in the "Pisces District". It would almost have reminded her of Telos, but it was sadly lacking in sarcastic running commentary or jailtime.
Rather than head immediately to her assigned apartment or use the holocommunicator they'd given her, Meetra decided to take a wandering path through the city. Late at night, it seemed like most shops were closed, but there were still a few citizens about - and more importantly, she had been told there were other "visitors" here, who'd arrived just as abruptly and cluelessly as herself. It would be nice to meet a few face to face and gauge the situation first...
Thus, clad in the brown robes she'd arrived in - hood up against the scattered rain and keeping her quite dry - Meetra wandered the nighttime crowds, occasionally politely asking a local politely for their take on the situation. Some hurried past - expected in a city - others exposited enthusiastically about her as a guest, a few asked her if she was a sorcerer or priest or something. Clearly no Jedi or Sith tradition on this planet, or so she assumed - the robes were normally a dead giveaway.
At the same time, she kept her senses open to the strange feeling in this city...as desperate and noisy as Nar Shadaa, thick with what felt almost, but not quite exactly, like the Force she'd grown used to again. Maybe the difference had something to do with that man who'd appeared to her. Well, she'd just have to see some time when groundcars weren't splashing sheets of rain at her.
Where: Around the Pisces district, mostly
Summary: A Jedi wanders rather suspiciously around this strange planet
Warnings: Shouldn't be any
The strange officials who'd briefed her on where she'd ended up - without being able to tell her how she got here, or what happened to T3 or the Ebon Hawk - had also said she had accommodations somewhere in the "Pisces District". It would almost have reminded her of Telos, but it was sadly lacking in sarcastic running commentary or jailtime.
Rather than head immediately to her assigned apartment or use the holocommunicator they'd given her, Meetra decided to take a wandering path through the city. Late at night, it seemed like most shops were closed, but there were still a few citizens about - and more importantly, she had been told there were other "visitors" here, who'd arrived just as abruptly and cluelessly as herself. It would be nice to meet a few face to face and gauge the situation first...
Thus, clad in the brown robes she'd arrived in - hood up against the scattered rain and keeping her quite dry - Meetra wandered the nighttime crowds, occasionally politely asking a local politely for their take on the situation. Some hurried past - expected in a city - others exposited enthusiastically about her as a guest, a few asked her if she was a sorcerer or priest or something. Clearly no Jedi or Sith tradition on this planet, or so she assumed - the robes were normally a dead giveaway.
At the same time, she kept her senses open to the strange feeling in this city...as desperate and noisy as Nar Shadaa, thick with what felt almost, but not quite exactly, like the Force she'd grown used to again. Maybe the difference had something to do with that man who'd appeared to her. Well, she'd just have to see some time when groundcars weren't splashing sheets of rain at her.
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With a wave, Atsuro and his angel begin to head off in the opposite direction.