FLOWING FORWARDS - PEERING BACKWARDS
CORUSCANT ☛ TEMPLE DISTRICT
Coruscant Jedi Temple
☛ Toby's Dorm Room
Iskendyr Yvarro
With the Mandalorian conflict having hit a bit of a lull - did they even
celebrate Life day? Did they have anything similar? He didn't know - Toby had hit a bit of downtime. He'd been getting stuck into something some of his peers at school had been obsessed over, that he had been too committed to his studies in the past to pay much attention to, curiosity over it re-entering his wandering mind, finally, so many months after his graduation: WarAxe 70k. A friend had leant him one of the novels once, and it'd almost hooked him right then and there. But with finals coming at the time, he'd never finished reading, and shipping off to the Jedi soon after walking to receive his high school diploma, he needed to give the book back.
Becoming a Jedi had been enough excitement then, but he'd since settled into a kind-of routine. Training, practice, getting to know his peers, missions here and there... it was a
bit like school all over again, but at the same time it
so wasn't because he kinda lived with his peers and school didn't do
that many field trips. Maybe this was more what a boarding school was like? He could never really know.
In the now, sitting at the terminal in his quarters with a high degree of encryption inbuilt by the Order's technicians to conceal a number things such as location, identity, etc, Toby had been staring at the DISHORDE server in the list for twenty minutes trying to come up with a handle before clicking to join, having barely scratched the surface on the game's mountain of lore; it was difficult to really know just
where to start with this whole thing, but he was undeniably
thirsty for more. Scratching the back of his neck, the long drawing of blanks, mulling it over continued until he finally accepted that he could kinda choose
anything. He could change his handle later if he wanted or needed to.
With trepidation, he entered the server and went about changing his default nick to LOR3_L4D16. After reading over the chat that had been going on just before he entered, Toby had a burning question -
LOR3_L4D16: Hey, ah... what's the Siege of Terros?
Force, this was awkward. Knowing virtually nothing
always made him feel heckin' awkward. He wasn't used to that at
all; it was what made him so nervous that he spent so long coming up with a potentially temporary u/n. He absently grasped the water bottle next to his terminal and flipped the nub up to sip water, his attention just as divided as he watched more than a few names appear as typing below his message field, sipping more out of anxious habit than actual thirst as some people simply welcomed him... but more were
still typing.
What in the
heck were they writing? A novel? Toby's suspense was mounting with every passing second...