Akodya's footsteps echoed through the lonely Corellian residence as she made her way down the long, wide hallway that lead to her mother's wing. Holo projectors lined the creme walls and emitted blue, glowing busts of her ancestors, their eyes burning through her as she glided towards a pair of large and beautifully designed doors. The estate was not as big as the Jedi temple Akodya was used to, but it felt far emptier. Her home on Coruscant was always buzzing, the happy cheers of younglings and small disputes among elderly masters had grown to be the sound of home for the padawan. Silence was the only thing that graced this desolate structure. Entering the large room Akodya was welcomed by a rigid voice.
"Akodya, did you by something for tonight?" A woman that resembled the Jedi asked, adjusting her expensive looking garment in the mirror. Although Akodya did care about her mother, they had never been close. She was more like a distant relative she visited rather than the woman that gave birth to her.
"Unfortunately no, I was...distracted." She answered, as if she was addressing a senator.
"I expected as much, so I had a dress made for you. It's in your quarters, now hurry and get ready." The elder woman said without facing her daughter.
"If you already had one ready why did you send me out?" Akodya asked, a little annoyed.
"To give you the opportunity to pick something you liked, but I had a feeling you might come back empty handed so naturally I decided it was a good idea to have a back up garment. I know you love your Jedi robes, but I am afraid you can't wear them to a formal event...I have made such a fuss about how lovely my Jedi daughter is and I don't want to disappoint."
In case you hadn't noticed, but Jedi wear them on all occasions.
"Where are we going to again?"
"The CEO of a company I have put money into is hosting a dinner for the investors."
"Alright." Akodya sighed. Her Mother, Ahania Baruk-Mune, sat on old money. Quite frankly, she had more credits than she knew what to do with. Another reason why the Jedi felt so uncomfortable staying with her. With that, Akodya fled to her room a flight of stairs down, to find a loud, shining garment waiting for her. Again, with no room to conceal a weapon.
Great.
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"Akodya, did you by something for tonight?" A woman that resembled the Jedi asked, adjusting her expensive looking garment in the mirror. Although Akodya did care about her mother, they had never been close. She was more like a distant relative she visited rather than the woman that gave birth to her.
"Unfortunately no, I was...distracted." She answered, as if she was addressing a senator.
"I expected as much, so I had a dress made for you. It's in your quarters, now hurry and get ready." The elder woman said without facing her daughter.
"If you already had one ready why did you send me out?" Akodya asked, a little annoyed.
"To give you the opportunity to pick something you liked, but I had a feeling you might come back empty handed so naturally I decided it was a good idea to have a back up garment. I know you love your Jedi robes, but I am afraid you can't wear them to a formal event...I have made such a fuss about how lovely my Jedi daughter is and I don't want to disappoint."
In case you hadn't noticed, but Jedi wear them on all occasions.
"Where are we going to again?"
"The CEO of a company I have put money into is hosting a dinner for the investors."
"Alright." Akodya sighed. Her Mother, Ahania Baruk-Mune, sat on old money. Quite frankly, she had more credits than she knew what to do with. Another reason why the Jedi felt so uncomfortable staying with her. With that, Akodya fled to her room a flight of stairs down, to find a loud, shining garment waiting for her. Again, with no room to conceal a weapon.
Great.
@[member="Baros Sal-Soren"]
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Garment: