Jedi Sorcerer
Starlin leaned against the doorway of a smoke-choked jizz club on a space station he'd already forgotten the name of, his lanky figure silhouetted by the glow of the blue lights. They had stopped to refuel and he went out for some supplies; he was supposed to have already headed back, but he found himself lingering, lost in the music.
It was a local band on the stage, hammering away on battered drums and strumming strings one hard pluck away from snapping. They were nothing special, but they played a pretty good lineup of golden oldies. The kind of shit that got his antennapalps to peek out of his graying curls, wanting a closer listen. A group of kids got up to leave, bored out of their minds. He moved to the side to let them pass, head still bobbing to the beat.
Things weren't great out there. The galaxy was at war, the Jedi were scattered, and his homeworld was under Sith control. Not that he hadn't lived to see it all before - and just might live to see it happen again - but it felt worse now. Because here he was, about to bring a new life into the galaxy, trying to make things safe for her, while everyone and everything seemed to be working against him...
In here, though, he could forget his troubles for a little while. Music was the one thing that had always been there for him, offering a sweet and simple escape. He hoped he'd be dancing in a place like this when he died.
It was a local band on the stage, hammering away on battered drums and strumming strings one hard pluck away from snapping. They were nothing special, but they played a pretty good lineup of golden oldies. The kind of shit that got his antennapalps to peek out of his graying curls, wanting a closer listen. A group of kids got up to leave, bored out of their minds. He moved to the side to let them pass, head still bobbing to the beat.
Things weren't great out there. The galaxy was at war, the Jedi were scattered, and his homeworld was under Sith control. Not that he hadn't lived to see it all before - and just might live to see it happen again - but it felt worse now. Because here he was, about to bring a new life into the galaxy, trying to make things safe for her, while everyone and everything seemed to be working against him...
In here, though, he could forget his troubles for a little while. Music was the one thing that had always been there for him, offering a sweet and simple escape. He hoped he'd be dancing in a place like this when he died.
