Jorus Merrill
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CORONET CITY
CORELLIA
Corellia had celebrated the Harvest Festival for millennia. Even the Netherworld Crisis and the planet's near destruction had only interrupted the holiday. Today, though, the festival felt more real, less forced, than it had since the cataclysm. Markets had a full and real harvest on display. The contests of skill had serious money behind them. And, most importantly, the diaspora was back.
There were a hundred ways to be Corellian. There were a hundred ways to be any number of things, but on Corellia you'd rarely get the usual 'no true Mando’ debates. A CorSec officer, a rancher, a shipwright, a privateer, and a flat-out smuggler could share a drink and cheer on the swoop races. And you could be Corellian by blood or by habit or by descent and that was all fine too: civic rather than ethnic nationalism. Beautiful place, Corellia. Coronet City had the sharp edges of a modern metropolis, but sepia light and occasional tumbleweeds never let you forget the soil beneath your feet.
After a brief visit to the Green Jedi Enclave out of town, Jorus walked the market promenade. How long since he'd been back? Since he'd helped Sedaire kick the One Sith out of the system, maybe. Since he'd won his second set of bloodstripes, the ones he hadn't felt like he deserved. He wore his first set, though, the faded lower-grade stripes he'd earned on a beach not far from here. Life had been simpler then. Maybe someday it would be again, and places like this could play a role.
For lack of anything better to do just now, he started browsing the tech tables.
OOC/ Figured there's no harm in doing something Corellianish. Hop in if you like; if not, no worries.
[member="Kamon Vondiranach"] [member="Coratanni Cartel"] [member="Coren Starchaser"] [member="Jecht Thrash"] [member="Julius Sedaire"] [member="Sarge Potteiger"] [member="Ronin Naara"] [member="Delila Castillon"] [member="Coci Heavenshield"] [member="Eliza Steele"] [member="Lorna Halcyon"] [member="Kurayami Bloodborn"] [member="Avalore Eden"]
CORELLIA
Corellia had celebrated the Harvest Festival for millennia. Even the Netherworld Crisis and the planet's near destruction had only interrupted the holiday. Today, though, the festival felt more real, less forced, than it had since the cataclysm. Markets had a full and real harvest on display. The contests of skill had serious money behind them. And, most importantly, the diaspora was back.
There were a hundred ways to be Corellian. There were a hundred ways to be any number of things, but on Corellia you'd rarely get the usual 'no true Mando’ debates. A CorSec officer, a rancher, a shipwright, a privateer, and a flat-out smuggler could share a drink and cheer on the swoop races. And you could be Corellian by blood or by habit or by descent and that was all fine too: civic rather than ethnic nationalism. Beautiful place, Corellia. Coronet City had the sharp edges of a modern metropolis, but sepia light and occasional tumbleweeds never let you forget the soil beneath your feet.
After a brief visit to the Green Jedi Enclave out of town, Jorus walked the market promenade. How long since he'd been back? Since he'd helped Sedaire kick the One Sith out of the system, maybe. Since he'd won his second set of bloodstripes, the ones he hadn't felt like he deserved. He wore his first set, though, the faded lower-grade stripes he'd earned on a beach not far from here. Life had been simpler then. Maybe someday it would be again, and places like this could play a role.
For lack of anything better to do just now, he started browsing the tech tables.
OOC/ Figured there's no harm in doing something Corellianish. Hop in if you like; if not, no worries.
[member="Kamon Vondiranach"] [member="Coratanni Cartel"] [member="Coren Starchaser"] [member="Jecht Thrash"] [member="Julius Sedaire"] [member="Sarge Potteiger"] [member="Ronin Naara"] [member="Delila Castillon"] [member="Coci Heavenshield"] [member="Eliza Steele"] [member="Lorna Halcyon"] [member="Kurayami Bloodborn"] [member="Avalore Eden"]