Ascending Legend
In the far reaches of the Galaxy, a planet called Iandre. A message from her long-dead master to visit a place called Kesh came to the former Jedi. Once again, she woke up crying out for Aisha, only to remember she was dead centuries ago and had died saving Iandre's life. One of the last times that happened, she had broken a leg later that day. Hoping that wasn't going to happen again, she let her current master know about her dream and that she had to follow this feeling. Normally, he didn't have any issues with her following them. Taking her leave, she didn't sense she would be in danger.
As she had spent over 900 years meditating, she remained awake while traveling. Meditation for her these days was difficult, but she wasn't missing it as much as she could have. When she arrived in their space, she noticed it was relatively clear of traffic. She could also tell there were rebuilding projects going on. The Force had guided her with the assistance of Aisha. She requested landing permission at the largest city. Once that was granted, she piloted her shuttle and landed.
Still clinging to some old habits, she wore something similar to her old Jedi robes. They were grey as that seemed to be the color best suited for her. At her hip, she wore her lightsaber and walked out of the spaceport. Her braided hair hung down her back. Breathing deeply, she smelled the fresh air and folded her hands in front of her as she walked.
Not knowing where she was going, she allowed her feet to guide her. Sometimes that worked out well, and other times it ended up with a broken leg. Without the danger sense firing off, she didn't expect to end up in the infirmary again. Doing her best to avoid the local hawkers, she kept her money close and under her robe.
Smelling food nearby, Iandre headed in that direction. If nothing else, she could start exploring after filling her belly.
Solan Charr
As she had spent over 900 years meditating, she remained awake while traveling. Meditation for her these days was difficult, but she wasn't missing it as much as she could have. When she arrived in their space, she noticed it was relatively clear of traffic. She could also tell there were rebuilding projects going on. The Force had guided her with the assistance of Aisha. She requested landing permission at the largest city. Once that was granted, she piloted her shuttle and landed.
Still clinging to some old habits, she wore something similar to her old Jedi robes. They were grey as that seemed to be the color best suited for her. At her hip, she wore her lightsaber and walked out of the spaceport. Her braided hair hung down her back. Breathing deeply, she smelled the fresh air and folded her hands in front of her as she walked.
Not knowing where she was going, she allowed her feet to guide her. Sometimes that worked out well, and other times it ended up with a broken leg. Without the danger sense firing off, she didn't expect to end up in the infirmary again. Doing her best to avoid the local hawkers, she kept her money close and under her robe.
Smelling food nearby, Iandre headed in that direction. If nothing else, she could start exploring after filling her belly.
Solan Charr
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