She moves like she don't care
Time: 10:23 am, Galactic Standard Calendar
Weather: Sunny
Location: Azar City, Aurum
When was the last time she found herself in such an uncomfortable weather?
By uncomfortable, she referred to the warm rays from the sun and the unmistakable humidity in the air. Perspiration on her forehead never seemed to stop, coupled with sweat stains forming on the back of her shirt. One would think that the temperature would be moderated by the presence of the air conditioner in the local cantina, but the central unit had broken down this morning after deciding its years of thankless service to the local crowd had warranted itself a break. The repairman was working furiously on it, but it remained stubbornly silent.
Still, the blonde had found herself a seat under the fan and was thankful of the breeze, however little it was. The iced stimcaf on the table was being refilled by the waiter while she tucked in to the local delicacy consisting of some unknown protein and potatoes. The meal was nothing compared to what her own cantinas could serve back home, but that was millions of light years away. Even with the Corellian run, she would take a few days to get back.
Besides, she was not here for a food tasting session. She was seeking something else. Knowledge of the Force.
She had yet to disclose her sensitivity to anyone. Not since the incident with a certain Force Ghost that took the form of an old man and told her to shoot using her her rifle's iron sights. The rifle scope was not allowed to be used, some sort of test that she accepted. She did complete it, her vision suddenly magnified when her concentration told her to ignore everything else but the target she was given to hit. Yet the whole experience was surreal and blew her mind away.
Suddenly everything seemed to fall in place. Sol Damerin, the stony faced force user had told her that a lucky gambler was technically gifted in the Force. She was no gambler, but she considered herself to be a pretty lucky person. And why not? She had survived growing up in Nar Shaddaa, went through military and ran wild with an underworld cartel. All those years of putting her life in battles without losing a limb or her life yet.
In any case, she decided that she would need to find some way to seek out the Je'daii Order here in Aurum. Perhaps she could visit the Silent Archive. That tall white tower which seemed to reach out for the sky in the distance was her destination.
Weather: Sunny
Location: The Silent Archive, Azar City, Aurum
She was glad that most of her equipment was kept in the room she had rented in the cantina, because armed weapons were not allowed into the library. Still, the metal detector sounded off, detecting the metallic rod implant in her left arm. A legacy of her complex fracture and the handiwork of a certain Dr. Aes'ona Terrani. The guards let her in after she casually showed them how her naked arm could trigger the alarm anytime.
Thankfully, the library was air conditioned, giving her a cool atmosphere that she had been craving since her arrival. The Archivist, someone who went by the name of Jeo Dundam, was not around, so she took it upon herself to explore the place. She wandered around curiously to examine the information gathered among the shelves and on the datapads, but knowledge regarding the Force was few and explained in layman's terms.
She turned around the corner, noticing a particular section where it was clearly marked restricted. Security was placed there, armed with weapons to stop intruders. There was an unexplained attention that drew her towards it. The sensation was stronger with each step, until she found herself standing just in front of the gates where the guards were standing.
"I'm sorry, but this section is restricted. Public access is not allowed."
Mariya nodded her head soundly, knowing better to try and break in. She was not here to cause trouble, but she had no idea what to do. There was definitely something behind those doors. A concentration of energy so strong that she could feel it radiating outwards, despite her lack of training.
[member="Arekk"] | [member="Cecilia Wissen"] | [member="Lothar Lundgren"]
Weather: Sunny
Location: Azar City, Aurum
When was the last time she found herself in such an uncomfortable weather?
By uncomfortable, she referred to the warm rays from the sun and the unmistakable humidity in the air. Perspiration on her forehead never seemed to stop, coupled with sweat stains forming on the back of her shirt. One would think that the temperature would be moderated by the presence of the air conditioner in the local cantina, but the central unit had broken down this morning after deciding its years of thankless service to the local crowd had warranted itself a break. The repairman was working furiously on it, but it remained stubbornly silent.
Still, the blonde had found herself a seat under the fan and was thankful of the breeze, however little it was. The iced stimcaf on the table was being refilled by the waiter while she tucked in to the local delicacy consisting of some unknown protein and potatoes. The meal was nothing compared to what her own cantinas could serve back home, but that was millions of light years away. Even with the Corellian run, she would take a few days to get back.
Besides, she was not here for a food tasting session. She was seeking something else. Knowledge of the Force.
She had yet to disclose her sensitivity to anyone. Not since the incident with a certain Force Ghost that took the form of an old man and told her to shoot using her her rifle's iron sights. The rifle scope was not allowed to be used, some sort of test that she accepted. She did complete it, her vision suddenly magnified when her concentration told her to ignore everything else but the target she was given to hit. Yet the whole experience was surreal and blew her mind away.
Suddenly everything seemed to fall in place. Sol Damerin, the stony faced force user had told her that a lucky gambler was technically gifted in the Force. She was no gambler, but she considered herself to be a pretty lucky person. And why not? She had survived growing up in Nar Shaddaa, went through military and ran wild with an underworld cartel. All those years of putting her life in battles without losing a limb or her life yet.
In any case, she decided that she would need to find some way to seek out the Je'daii Order here in Aurum. Perhaps she could visit the Silent Archive. That tall white tower which seemed to reach out for the sky in the distance was her destination.
***
Time: 11:46 am, Galactic Standard CalendarWeather: Sunny
Location: The Silent Archive, Azar City, Aurum
She was glad that most of her equipment was kept in the room she had rented in the cantina, because armed weapons were not allowed into the library. Still, the metal detector sounded off, detecting the metallic rod implant in her left arm. A legacy of her complex fracture and the handiwork of a certain Dr. Aes'ona Terrani. The guards let her in after she casually showed them how her naked arm could trigger the alarm anytime.
Thankfully, the library was air conditioned, giving her a cool atmosphere that she had been craving since her arrival. The Archivist, someone who went by the name of Jeo Dundam, was not around, so she took it upon herself to explore the place. She wandered around curiously to examine the information gathered among the shelves and on the datapads, but knowledge regarding the Force was few and explained in layman's terms.
She turned around the corner, noticing a particular section where it was clearly marked restricted. Security was placed there, armed with weapons to stop intruders. There was an unexplained attention that drew her towards it. The sensation was stronger with each step, until she found herself standing just in front of the gates where the guards were standing.
"I'm sorry, but this section is restricted. Public access is not allowed."
Mariya nodded her head soundly, knowing better to try and break in. She was not here to cause trouble, but she had no idea what to do. There was definitely something behind those doors. A concentration of energy so strong that she could feel it radiating outwards, despite her lack of training.
[member="Arekk"] | [member="Cecilia Wissen"] | [member="Lothar Lundgren"]