Hiraeth

[Irella Toldreyn]

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(n) welsh - a homesickness for a place you can never return to, a place that maybe never was; the nostalgia, the yearning, the grief for the lost places of your past​

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Nar Shaddaa, Corellian Sector, Undetermined Time | Runnin'

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Irella scowled as a speeder blew past her on the street, no doubt piled high with gangsters, obnoxiously blasting something-- Was that music? Could it even be considered music? --narrowly avoiding her on the sidewalk. Pulling her patchwork robe closer around her form the Padawan lingered on the street corner a bit longer before continuing down westward, her destination uncertain. She had already been stuck on this God-forsaken world for a month and she was utterly sick of it all. The noise, the gambling, the vice, it bled into her bones and made her skin crawl.

But survival above all else was necessary.

Exhaling heavily, she kept moving down the street, occasionally passing by a colourful casino or club. Her birthday had only been a few days ago. Then again, she was almost certain she could wander into any establishment on Nar Shaddaa and demand a drink and they would offer something far too strong for her, despite her age or even how old she looked. It was just that sort of planet. Scratching at her eyebrow with her thumb, Irella's senses were constantly searching through the Force, probing every life-form who passed by down the sidewalk. Perhaps she'd even identify one of the many wanted individuals she often saw posters for, bring them in, get some credits...

Maybe this was all just wishful thinking. Either way, she didn't stop searching, almost as though she was sending out a signal through the Force, attempting to 'ping' individuals who just gave her no second glance. With every upturned nose Irella wandered by in the street, she felt a little part of her soul go numb in reaction. If it was truly wishful thinking to dream of someone replying, someone glancing at her for longer than a second, then she would wholeheartedly embrace the part of the fool at this point.

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Spoiler: Invited

[member="Jyoti Nooran"]

 

[Eugen Aker]

For all the glitz and glam of the Corellian sector, it was marred by urban blight on every street, like homeless lining the walls and alleyways. More were cropping up every day as refugees continued to flood in from the Outer Rim.

All perfect cover for Jyoti, the Shadow hiding in plain sight among the homeless, bundled up in layers of clothing and sheeting on her little patch of a street. Most passed along the street without giving her any notice, not worth their time as she was perceived as a reject like all the rest.

Every so often, though, someone would glance at her, but as they did, they would be immediately beset by a sudden nag for a forgotten chore, then forget about her again. A very subtle application of telepathy, but an effective one at that.

Meanwhile, she silently communed with stealthy microdrones hovering about the area through her neural link, tracking everybody that came and left Elysian Casino across the street. A favored establishment of her target.

Sooner or later they would reveal themselves, and then she would pounce.

This was how most of her night went on stakeout, quiet and uneventful until she felt a stirring in the Force. Someone reaching out through the Force for a connection.

Suspicious, she didn't answer but receded from active use the Force to reduce her signature to nil while passively tracking the source of the event.

Her silver eyes were drawn to the sight of the cloaked figure walking down the street in her direction. A girl, slight in physical appearance, but a giant in the Force, trending toward the light.

Jyoti still remained silent in the face of such a revelation, but she relaxed, now more curious than anything.

Under her sheets, her legs coiled as she prepared to stand and follow the girl once she came past. There was still a mission to do, but the site was covered by drones, and it wasn't every day that once came across such a strong Force User out of the blue.

A special investigation was required.

[member="Irella Toldreyn"]

 

[Irella Toldreyn]

Nar Shaddaa, Corellian Sector, Undetermined Time | Runnin'

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Irella frowned as she kicked a stray can down an alley, watching for a moment as the bit of scrap bounced and rolled over the gnarled, concrete ground of Nar Shaddaa. Everything on this planet was rotten.

Despite her unmistakable power in the Force blatant for all to feel, the Padawan barely gave a second glance to any of the passerbys themselves who could sense it; her focus was singular as she stopped to linger on a street corner, looking up as she waited for the signals to change. Eventually, though, the young woman's senses began to tune, not exactly accurate but she couldn't help but get the creeping feeling that something was about to appear. Something, or someone perhaps? Before Irella could give it any more thought, the holographic signals changed to indicate it was safe to cross the street and the apprentice moved. She felt silently alerted now to a potential encounter, and with eyes and senses on alert, she kept exerting that searching feeling, desperate for something to latch onto. A drowning man in search of a life preserver. Irella's footfalls were more deliberate as if she was ensuring every action from here on out was correct. From across the way she could see the rabble beginning to move, aggregating more towards the casinos and bars that dotted this particular wing of the Corellian Sector.

Must be happy hour, she mused silently as she reached the other side of the intersection, letting out a loud exhale. Perhaps now it was time to find her own shelter for the night. An underpass would do. But that feeling still lingered, it was the feeling of rising destiny. Like she was finally going to have something change in the dangerous monotony of her life so far, however unlikely that seemed at the moment. After all, she was a homeless teen stuck on a crime world...

I have a bad feeling about all this. I think.

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Spoiler: Interacting With

[member="Jyoti Nooran"]