Dris Negan
Jedi
Dris sighed as he entered the Jedi Temple's spacious gym for what seemed like the tenth time the past few days. Being one of the few places Dris was allowed access, he spent the vast majority of his time here when he wasn't eating or sleeping. It was strange. He'd only been here for a little over a week and already he was beginning to feel pieces of his former self falling away. The now former Imperial Agent had been set up on his last mission, which ended in his capture, and forced him to make the choice between either getting assassinated by another Agent in a Republic jail or joining the Order.
The choice was obvious.
The Jedi also informed him that he was force sensitive, probably as the result of a mutation since he'd never been drafted into one of the Sith's academies. Dris blamed Mustafar.
After he'd made his choice his life had changed within a few days. He was debriefed and shipped off to the Temple with few zero instructions, where he was restricted access to most of the Temple for obvious reasons until he got a Master. His entire life had been a dorm, cafeteria, and gym. The stares he drew in the cafeteria didn't surprise him. Dris was supposed to be their enemy. The thing they were trying to wipe from the galaxy.
He couldn't blame them, it was just as alien an experience for him. Dris smirked as the pair of guards that'd been shadowing him pretended to be doing something else as he stretched, prepping for a run. He wore a set of fatigues given to him by the Jedi, minus the blouse.
The choice was obvious.
The Jedi also informed him that he was force sensitive, probably as the result of a mutation since he'd never been drafted into one of the Sith's academies. Dris blamed Mustafar.
After he'd made his choice his life had changed within a few days. He was debriefed and shipped off to the Temple with few zero instructions, where he was restricted access to most of the Temple for obvious reasons until he got a Master. His entire life had been a dorm, cafeteria, and gym. The stares he drew in the cafeteria didn't surprise him. Dris was supposed to be their enemy. The thing they were trying to wipe from the galaxy.
He couldn't blame them, it was just as alien an experience for him. Dris smirked as the pair of guards that'd been shadowing him pretended to be doing something else as he stretched, prepping for a run. He wore a set of fatigues given to him by the Jedi, minus the blouse.