Soliath Devin Talith
Family Man
Diana stood within the middle of a small square in the center of a large city. There was a look of pure intimidation on her face and the fear around her was almost palpable. This was her first time within a big city, and the fact that it was on a world like Zeltron, a world known as the “Pleasure Planet” well that didn't exactly help her anxiety. She fidgeted her feet slightly as she looked around at the massive scale of things around her.
She had never been in a city, she had spent her entire life on Kiffu and Tython, and she hardly remembered the former. A frown creased her lips as she looked at the massive buildings to her left and her right. She had absolutely no idea what she was doing, and that fact was painfully obvious to anyone walking by her.
The Jedi Order had sent her here for one specific goal, to rest and relax. Back on Tython Diana had done something that no Jedi Padawan should have ever done, she had fought a Sith Master, and even beyond that she had suffered through a piece of the Darkstaff violating her mind. As the Jedi Council had put it, she had suffered through an ordeal that no girl her age should have been able to survive. Yet she was here, alive and well, with only a few scars and a burnt out lightsaber left to show for the whole ordeal.
With a sigh she reached down into her robe and tapped the dead lightsaber at her waist. The Sith Master had completely drained the weapon somehow, it was now dead, completely unusable. Diana had kept it as a reminder...though of what she had no idea.
Diana suddenly jumped back into reality as someone bumped into her. A young Zeltron male smiled and apologized to her then kept walking. Diana smiled at him, but otherwise said nothing, she was still terrified of this place.
She had never been in a city, she had spent her entire life on Kiffu and Tython, and she hardly remembered the former. A frown creased her lips as she looked at the massive buildings to her left and her right. She had absolutely no idea what she was doing, and that fact was painfully obvious to anyone walking by her.
The Jedi Order had sent her here for one specific goal, to rest and relax. Back on Tython Diana had done something that no Jedi Padawan should have ever done, she had fought a Sith Master, and even beyond that she had suffered through a piece of the Darkstaff violating her mind. As the Jedi Council had put it, she had suffered through an ordeal that no girl her age should have been able to survive. Yet she was here, alive and well, with only a few scars and a burnt out lightsaber left to show for the whole ordeal.
With a sigh she reached down into her robe and tapped the dead lightsaber at her waist. The Sith Master had completely drained the weapon somehow, it was now dead, completely unusable. Diana had kept it as a reminder...though of what she had no idea.
Diana suddenly jumped back into reality as someone bumped into her. A young Zeltron male smiled and apologized to her then kept walking. Diana smiled at him, but otherwise said nothing, she was still terrified of this place.