Alkesh Vizsla
Rotten Showstopper
[SIZE=12pt]A Jedi does not cling to sorrow. [/SIZE]
[SIZE=12pt] She had always had high aspirations, dreaming of doing something that would change the Galaxy for the better. But could she be Jedi? They had always seemed some mystical order, a group of people far more in touch with life and control than she could ever be. But she wanted to be. She wanted to make a difference, to carve evil from the Galaxy in the same way her parents had been determined to find a better place than their home.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=12pt] A Jedi does not cling to sorrow.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=12pt] “Thank you,” she said, not realizing she was projecting a feeling of immense gratitude through the telekinetic communication. Words were words, but they meant much to Olivia. She could hold them when she could hold nothing else. She was tired, almost unable to respond beyond an affirmative noise over their link before the Jedi Master went back to his business, but Olivia caught his last comment, that he could understand her grief. Where another may have been insulted, may have flown to the knee-jerk reaction to say “how could you possibly understand”, the brunette just closed her eyes and fell to unconsciousness.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=12pt] Who did he lose?[/SIZE]
[SIZE=12pt] She eventually found her way to the spaceport after asking anyone who’d help her for directions. Once there she undertook another task: find the Dorin Run. That, thankfully, ended up being faster as she’d seen it once before, rushing towards something familiar when she spotted the personal ship and its owner.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=12pt] “Master Karr,” she said, wincing at the throbbing in her head as her flurry of movement caught up with her. “It was an adventure just getting here,” she said almost shyly, wondering how she’d ever handle the wide Galaxy if Onderon was so much a challenge.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=12pt] She had always had high aspirations, dreaming of doing something that would change the Galaxy for the better. But could she be Jedi? They had always seemed some mystical order, a group of people far more in touch with life and control than she could ever be. But she wanted to be. She wanted to make a difference, to carve evil from the Galaxy in the same way her parents had been determined to find a better place than their home.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=12pt] A Jedi does not cling to sorrow.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=12pt] “Thank you,” she said, not realizing she was projecting a feeling of immense gratitude through the telekinetic communication. Words were words, but they meant much to Olivia. She could hold them when she could hold nothing else. She was tired, almost unable to respond beyond an affirmative noise over their link before the Jedi Master went back to his business, but Olivia caught his last comment, that he could understand her grief. Where another may have been insulted, may have flown to the knee-jerk reaction to say “how could you possibly understand”, the brunette just closed her eyes and fell to unconsciousness.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=12pt] Who did he lose?[/SIZE]
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[SIZE=12pt] She’d neglected to mention that she had never been off Hapes in her entire life to the Master – now her Master – the day before. The medical team had been very careful to steer her in the right direction despite the fact that the port itself was only a short distance from the medical center – in fact, it was right in sight. But once she was down in the crowds rushing either way, she lost sight. She knew most major areas of Hapes like the back of her hand but already this planet had offered something terrifying in the form of “night”. She’d awoken from her exhausted sleep completely blind: on a planet with almost no night, she’d been frightened by the darkness outside her window.[/SIZE][SIZE=12pt] She eventually found her way to the spaceport after asking anyone who’d help her for directions. Once there she undertook another task: find the Dorin Run. That, thankfully, ended up being faster as she’d seen it once before, rushing towards something familiar when she spotted the personal ship and its owner.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=12pt] “Master Karr,” she said, wincing at the throbbing in her head as her flurry of movement caught up with her. “It was an adventure just getting here,” she said almost shyly, wondering how she’d ever handle the wide Galaxy if Onderon was so much a challenge.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=12pt][member="Kian Karr"][/SIZE]
OOC: And...then...I got food poisoning. Sorry for the extra delay on this! Worst Padawan status. 
