Garik Reed
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Kalee. The desert planet in a far area of the galaxy. Rael, the Jedi padawan, had no wants to return here. His family, however, specifically his brothers, had been hounding him to return. They all wished to know what Rael had been up to. As an attempt to ignore any any negative feelings that might come with visiting his family, was his reason for not going. However their messages had become too much. Now, the Padawan trudged through the desert sand, his body wrapped in the native, desert ware of his people. His yellow eyes stared ahead at the sand before him. And, at the small village off in the distance. His home. Probably still a few hours away. Rael stopped at the top of a small hill, his hands resting on his recently crafted lightsabers.
The Kaleesh took a few deeps breathes. Even for him, who had been exercising more rigorously with the Jedi than he ever had with his own people, the long trek was rather tiring. He knew his old home was but a few hours away, but the sun was about to set, and he decided to make camp, and return home in the morning. The padawan laid out his blankets on the sand, and sat down. He sat, munching on dried fruits he had brought as he watched the sun slowly set. He thought, for a second, he had felt a Force sensitive. Rael shook the thought off, and went back to his fruit.
Kalee. The desert planet in a far area of the galaxy. Rael, the Jedi padawan, had no wants to return here. His family, however, specifically his brothers, had been hounding him to return. They all wished to know what Rael had been up to. As an attempt to ignore any any negative feelings that might come with visiting his family, was his reason for not going. However their messages had become too much. Now, the Padawan trudged through the desert sand, his body wrapped in the native, desert ware of his people. His yellow eyes stared ahead at the sand before him. And, at the small village off in the distance. His home. Probably still a few hours away. Rael stopped at the top of a small hill, his hands resting on his recently crafted lightsabers.
The Kaleesh took a few deeps breathes. Even for him, who had been exercising more rigorously with the Jedi than he ever had with his own people, the long trek was rather tiring. He knew his old home was but a few hours away, but the sun was about to set, and he decided to make camp, and return home in the morning. The padawan laid out his blankets on the sand, and sat down. He sat, munching on dried fruits he had brought as he watched the sun slowly set. He thought, for a second, he had felt a Force sensitive. Rael shook the thought off, and went back to his fruit.