Guilty verdict
The Jedi were an unapologetically meticulous race. The first of many lessons she’d been subject to during her time in the temple confines.
Stepping foot onto one of the many temple gardens only reaffirmed that lesson ten-fold. It was like a sample platter of the galaxy, crafted by pious engineers of the force. The serenity of it all was jarring to say the least. So far-removed from the urban sprawl from whence she came that it almost made her skin itch. As if she were a fish on dry land.
And in a way she knew that was more than an apt analogy.
The monastic life was certainly a hard sell when it was first dangled over her head. It almost felt exploitative, like a carrot on a string while she was otherwise starving. Yet, whatever reservations she harbored towards the Jedi were undercut to a degree by her time in their presence. They’d given her free room and board after all, and how could she forget freedom. Still, she couldn't shake the feeling of ambivalence that seemed to stalk her. As if she'd been baited into the jaws of some overzealous cult. Not that it mattered. This whole thing was non-committal anyway. If she felt the need, she could drop whatever shaky foundation she'd built in past months and slip back into the depths of the undercity undetected. She’d proven pretty good at that in the past, so why break tradition?
Keeping her mounting anticipation at bay, the kid settled by a fountain, listening to the water lap up against the rounded base. Any minute now, she was set to meet Valery Noble, a name she’d heard dropped a generous amount of times in passing. Sword of the Jedi? Yeah, that sounded remotely important. Enough to warrant some anxiety. But she kept her body language conditioned, refusing to let any underlying emotion surface as she bided her time.
Valery Noble
Stepping foot onto one of the many temple gardens only reaffirmed that lesson ten-fold. It was like a sample platter of the galaxy, crafted by pious engineers of the force. The serenity of it all was jarring to say the least. So far-removed from the urban sprawl from whence she came that it almost made her skin itch. As if she were a fish on dry land.
And in a way she knew that was more than an apt analogy.
The monastic life was certainly a hard sell when it was first dangled over her head. It almost felt exploitative, like a carrot on a string while she was otherwise starving. Yet, whatever reservations she harbored towards the Jedi were undercut to a degree by her time in their presence. They’d given her free room and board after all, and how could she forget freedom. Still, she couldn't shake the feeling of ambivalence that seemed to stalk her. As if she'd been baited into the jaws of some overzealous cult. Not that it mattered. This whole thing was non-committal anyway. If she felt the need, she could drop whatever shaky foundation she'd built in past months and slip back into the depths of the undercity undetected. She’d proven pretty good at that in the past, so why break tradition?
Keeping her mounting anticipation at bay, the kid settled by a fountain, listening to the water lap up against the rounded base. Any minute now, she was set to meet Valery Noble, a name she’d heard dropped a generous amount of times in passing. Sword of the Jedi? Yeah, that sounded remotely important. Enough to warrant some anxiety. But she kept her body language conditioned, refusing to let any underlying emotion surface as she bided her time.

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