Novalie Krii
Character

Coruscant. The center of an incalculable galaxy, or so Novalie had been told as a little girl. This was the first time she had ever stepped foot on the ecumenopolis. The first time she had ever stepped foot on any planet other than her homeworld. Every inch of the Jewel of the Core Worlds hummed with life, from the air taxis racing overhead conveying passengers from one side of town to another in a matter of minutes to the monitors that hung from skyscrapers and played one advertisement after another, reminding the Keshiri just how little of the galaxy she had experienced in her short sixteen years of life, isolated on Kesh.
Novalie could have wandered its durasteel streets for hours, taking in all of the sights, sounds, and smells unique to the ecumenopolis if she hadn't been expected elsewhere. She wasn't sure how the Jedi felt about tardiness, but if they were anything like her father, she didn't want to be late. Instead of following the promising smell of smoked meat that wafted from a passing food truck outside the space port, the Keshiri boarded a public train powered via repulsorlift. Several cars back from the cockpit, she stood shoulder to shoulder with the rush hour crowd, each as impatient to get home as the next, and it didn't matter who they had to push and shove to get there.
The public transport deposited her in the Senate District, and she walked the last few remaining blocks until she reached the Jedi Temple. There she wavered, rocking back and forth on her feet in the colossal shadow of a structure that looked every bit as much of a fortress as it did a temple. Briefly, irrationally, the teenager considered going back to the space port and boarding the first public transport off the planet, but the voice of reason—most likely her mother's—persisted. And then what? Wander the galaxy aimlessly? Go back home?
Taking a deep breath, Novalie put one foot in front of the other and took her first step up the flight of stairs. Her first step toward becoming a Jedi.
Novalie could have wandered its durasteel streets for hours, taking in all of the sights, sounds, and smells unique to the ecumenopolis if she hadn't been expected elsewhere. She wasn't sure how the Jedi felt about tardiness, but if they were anything like her father, she didn't want to be late. Instead of following the promising smell of smoked meat that wafted from a passing food truck outside the space port, the Keshiri boarded a public train powered via repulsorlift. Several cars back from the cockpit, she stood shoulder to shoulder with the rush hour crowd, each as impatient to get home as the next, and it didn't matter who they had to push and shove to get there.
The public transport deposited her in the Senate District, and she walked the last few remaining blocks until she reached the Jedi Temple. There she wavered, rocking back and forth on her feet in the colossal shadow of a structure that looked every bit as much of a fortress as it did a temple. Briefly, irrationally, the teenager considered going back to the space port and boarding the first public transport off the planet, but the voice of reason—most likely her mother's—persisted. And then what? Wander the galaxy aimlessly? Go back home?
Taking a deep breath, Novalie put one foot in front of the other and took her first step up the flight of stairs. Her first step toward becoming a Jedi.