Unbent, Unbowed, Unbroken
Glorious Coruscant - the Eternal City, the City of Lights. Centre of the Republic and the Jedi Order that shielded it, along with billions of ordinary people who somehow never made it into the history books or in the holomovie series that focused on the great heroes, their daily toils and labours being forgotten in the great dramas that were played out by Empires and Republics and which all too often killed them.
Great skyscrapers and towers rose into the air, which was filled with speeders, skytaxis and police drones hovering through the air. The air was filled with the sound of engines and the voice of countless sentient beings going about their business as Siobhan brought her speeder in to land and theatralically leapt out not far from a cantina that seemed of ill repute, judging by the Trandoshan toughs standing outside and the scantily clad ladies that solicited customers, mainly because she could, as she did like to show off, taking off her sunglasses in a sweeping motion that she had doubtlessly copied from one of the holovids she liked to watch. There was a light chill and a strong wind, so her duster billowed dramatically.
A few glances from passing pedestrians were shot her way, to which she paid no mind. In the distance the massive ziggurat that was the Jedi Temple could be made out, its great spires and towers reaching into the sky as if seeking to capture the stars and bring them down to earth, as vain a venture as that might have seemed for the ostensibly humble guardians of peace and justice. Once this had been the place Siobhan called home. Admittedly upon reflection it never really been home and she had never really been much of a Jedi.
It was battle that stirred and exhilarated her, even though as of late her Blood Knight tendencies had been somewhat mitigated. Getting crippled twice over and being married would do that to you, but there was still something primal, predatory in her that could be sated through combat and the sheer rush it gave her. Siobhan made her way through the crowd, ignoring looks being shot her way, but with her hand close to her lightsabre, attached to her belt, should anything happen. Along with a small-hold-out blaster hidden up her sleeve, the vibroknife on her belt and in her boot. One would not be far off the mark that Siobhan was just a bit paranoid, but given the explosive turns her life often took, her stance probably had some validity.
Somehow she could not shake off the feeling that things would soon turn...explosive, as she made her way through the streets of the city, ignoring a holographic newscaster who prattled on about the latest debate in the Senate, where now peace and understanding could reign. She could not suppress a scoff at that, it sounded like a nice slogan.
Great skyscrapers and towers rose into the air, which was filled with speeders, skytaxis and police drones hovering through the air. The air was filled with the sound of engines and the voice of countless sentient beings going about their business as Siobhan brought her speeder in to land and theatralically leapt out not far from a cantina that seemed of ill repute, judging by the Trandoshan toughs standing outside and the scantily clad ladies that solicited customers, mainly because she could, as she did like to show off, taking off her sunglasses in a sweeping motion that she had doubtlessly copied from one of the holovids she liked to watch. There was a light chill and a strong wind, so her duster billowed dramatically.
A few glances from passing pedestrians were shot her way, to which she paid no mind. In the distance the massive ziggurat that was the Jedi Temple could be made out, its great spires and towers reaching into the sky as if seeking to capture the stars and bring them down to earth, as vain a venture as that might have seemed for the ostensibly humble guardians of peace and justice. Once this had been the place Siobhan called home. Admittedly upon reflection it never really been home and she had never really been much of a Jedi.
It was battle that stirred and exhilarated her, even though as of late her Blood Knight tendencies had been somewhat mitigated. Getting crippled twice over and being married would do that to you, but there was still something primal, predatory in her that could be sated through combat and the sheer rush it gave her. Siobhan made her way through the crowd, ignoring looks being shot her way, but with her hand close to her lightsabre, attached to her belt, should anything happen. Along with a small-hold-out blaster hidden up her sleeve, the vibroknife on her belt and in her boot. One would not be far off the mark that Siobhan was just a bit paranoid, but given the explosive turns her life often took, her stance probably had some validity.
Somehow she could not shake off the feeling that things would soon turn...explosive, as she made her way through the streets of the city, ignoring a holographic newscaster who prattled on about the latest debate in the Senate, where now peace and understanding could reign. She could not suppress a scoff at that, it sounded like a nice slogan.