Arythe
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As Oord made his way through the great entrance hall he noticed all the traffic, which was moderate, were dressed quite similarly. Each person wore robes or suites of tan or brown, deep greens and even some scattered blue. Each pedestrian carried themselves with an air of importance, what they were doing mattered and not just to them. But most importantly, nearly every single one was force sensitive and quite a few were aware of Oords prying senses, awarding him curious glances.
The tide of people moving in and out and around was unceasing, so Oord just plunged right in and was brought to a halt by a tall but stern looking human, who perchance was completely unsensitive of the force. Also it appeared he was a member of some local authourity team, depicted by the badge and uniform he proudly wore. "You there... your business? The jedi dont have time to deal with every filthy backwater planet peasant looking for handouts. Do you have an ID?"
Oord had to struggle with the curtain of red rage he had been used to relying on, and instead opted for a diplomatic solution to the rudeness of the guard. Oord was after all rather sparsely dressed and had no fancy suite or robe to ease his entry to the only place that could save his life. Oord held out his hand with a small datapad with his credentials, in a small but steady voice he said "I was directed by a Jedi to come to this place, she said that I would be welcome here..."
Oord didnt know how the guard would respond but it looked as if he was still quite miffed...
The tide of people moving in and out and around was unceasing, so Oord just plunged right in and was brought to a halt by a tall but stern looking human, who perchance was completely unsensitive of the force. Also it appeared he was a member of some local authourity team, depicted by the badge and uniform he proudly wore. "You there... your business? The jedi dont have time to deal with every filthy backwater planet peasant looking for handouts. Do you have an ID?"
Oord had to struggle with the curtain of red rage he had been used to relying on, and instead opted for a diplomatic solution to the rudeness of the guard. Oord was after all rather sparsely dressed and had no fancy suite or robe to ease his entry to the only place that could save his life. Oord held out his hand with a small datapad with his credentials, in a small but steady voice he said "I was directed by a Jedi to come to this place, she said that I would be welcome here..."
Oord didnt know how the guard would respond but it looked as if he was still quite miffed...