Yasha Cadera
Mom'alor
A push toward Corellia. I haven't spent much time on Corellia in my couple of years of roaming for a few reasons. One was blonde, the other was raven headed and had a wife… and the next was whiskey. Too much whiskey. For a symbiotic empath like me, being on a planet of such strong presence is always risky business. Avoiding seemed to be the rub but as I floated in open space in my small Naboo craft, I felt the tug. The pull. There was someone on Corellia I needed to see.
It's only been lately that I dove into my use of the Force at all, only recently that I could do more than hold my head and hope the passive telepathy I was born with would dim and I would remain Anders for one more day. Raw headed and needy, I pass through the stratosphere of the planet and begin to feel the scattering potential symbiosis of a culture based on speaking your mind and shooting first.
My trip takes me to a lakeside. Maybe it's the lack of people, maybe it's the easiest place to land, maybe it's random selection from a keen mind but I like where I end up and that's a first click on the Pro section. Doffing my jacket, I hitch out from my tiny ship with cargo trousers tucked into brown boots and a t-shirt. My hair's up today, slung out of my face but pieces will fall down regardless of what I do. I'm kicking rocks at the water, hands in my pockets.
Where are you, person-I-don't-know? Was it just the pretty lake that called me here? @[member="Coryth Elaris"]
It's only been lately that I dove into my use of the Force at all, only recently that I could do more than hold my head and hope the passive telepathy I was born with would dim and I would remain Anders for one more day. Raw headed and needy, I pass through the stratosphere of the planet and begin to feel the scattering potential symbiosis of a culture based on speaking your mind and shooting first.
My trip takes me to a lakeside. Maybe it's the lack of people, maybe it's the easiest place to land, maybe it's random selection from a keen mind but I like where I end up and that's a first click on the Pro section. Doffing my jacket, I hitch out from my tiny ship with cargo trousers tucked into brown boots and a t-shirt. My hair's up today, slung out of my face but pieces will fall down regardless of what I do. I'm kicking rocks at the water, hands in my pockets.
Where are you, person-I-don't-know? Was it just the pretty lake that called me here? @[member="Coryth Elaris"]