RC 212
HUNGRY HUNGRY HIPPO!
Location: Fondor, Aboard the Gypsy Caravan
Vassara had returned to her ship and now felt at ease. As she enterd the hangar bay she stripped off her coat, revealing a dirty white tank top, and tossed it aside.
From her pocket she dug out the Datacron the other Jedi woman had passed onto her. Her first lesson was the Jedi code, and though she was familiar with it, she was not familiar with its intricacies.
Still it was worth a study, especially as she had time to spare.
Sitting cross legged on a cargo crate she closed her eyes, trying to open up her senses. She was calling back the feeling she had so long denied. The hidden part of her soul she did not often uncage.
On Dantooine she had seen the grass, no even felt it.
As she let go centering herself the datacron glowed a warm blue and began to buzz in her hand. Vassara felt the familiar current of the force run through her, revitalizing her tired limbs and raising her awareness.
She could feel the burning of scripture in her minds eye. It floated past her, blazing a faint blue image in her mind.
There is no emotion, there is peace. There is no ignorance, there is knowledge. There is no passion, there is serenity. There is no chaos, there is harmony. There is no death, there is the Force.
Interesting as it was she winced at the words. They were all wrong. For a woman like her, a spacer, emotion was a driving factor. Passion was an enabler, and chaos was her escape route.....
Vassara had returned to her ship and now felt at ease. As she enterd the hangar bay she stripped off her coat, revealing a dirty white tank top, and tossed it aside.
From her pocket she dug out the Datacron the other Jedi woman had passed onto her. Her first lesson was the Jedi code, and though she was familiar with it, she was not familiar with its intricacies.
Still it was worth a study, especially as she had time to spare.
Sitting cross legged on a cargo crate she closed her eyes, trying to open up her senses. She was calling back the feeling she had so long denied. The hidden part of her soul she did not often uncage.
On Dantooine she had seen the grass, no even felt it.
As she let go centering herself the datacron glowed a warm blue and began to buzz in her hand. Vassara felt the familiar current of the force run through her, revitalizing her tired limbs and raising her awareness.
She could feel the burning of scripture in her minds eye. It floated past her, blazing a faint blue image in her mind.
There is no emotion, there is peace. There is no ignorance, there is knowledge. There is no passion, there is serenity. There is no chaos, there is harmony. There is no death, there is the Force.
Interesting as it was she winced at the words. They were all wrong. For a woman like her, a spacer, emotion was a driving factor. Passion was an enabler, and chaos was her escape route.....