Sena
Wanderer
It seemed as though there were very little time to do anything these days. Important jobs and tight deadlines often held Sena back from doing much of anything. But today her calendar had a beautiful fourteen-day row of nothing. A much needed spot of downtime for the rising knight of the Force. At least that is what she had taken to calling herself. Having a look on Force users through the generations, she felt more connected with the Jedi, as many of her beliefs about life and balance tended to line up with theirs. Her deep connection to the Force had saved her from giant feline beasts that were attacking her squad in the middle of what was supposed to be an ambush. Calming the beast’s minds so they could slip away from the area. She had chosen the path of peace much like the Jedi had. But their naivety about some powers they closed their minds off to was astonishing. She preferred to be open to true balance and live in both sides of the Force harmoniously. Thus, she had labeled herself a knight of the Force in comparison to the Jedi knights as she could rival their power, and in a fair amount of cases surpass them.
With this time away from her duties, it was now time for her to learn more of the Force. Sena had developed a theory of searching through ancient religious practices through the ages that centered around the Force; either as a deity or way of life. The theory was that by searching through the ancient religious followings of the Force she may be able to unlock something new or something very, very old. There were a few planets she had heard of that had ancient foundations with extensive histories recorded in old halls. Seeming like a mostly peaceful planet, Sena didn’t feel as if there were much reason to bring any security detail. I can handle a few old archivists.
The Talavara hung in space near Won Shasot. It was a safe place for the battlecruiser to park while the smaller, faster corvette Sena had in a small personal bay near her quarters would be more useful for this outing. The wall of her quarters had been fitted with what were actually screens that allowed a sort of view port using cameras. She looked down at the planet below, a sharp pang of nostalgia and longing to visit her old masters grave. But the moment passed as if it had never existed to begin with as Sena turned around. It was time to go.
Sena stood in front of the door that was between herself and the hanger. No one was around the area. Most of the ship’s crew down on the surface of the planet, where Sena had arranged a stay with the locals. Her long fingers reached out and put the door code in. Lights jumped to life as the door slid open, revealing the stealthy corvette standing in the middle of the floor. All of the supplies she had readied the night before had been loaded onboard. Her lightsaber hung near off of a rail that extended the boarding ramp into the belly of the ship. The matte black metal it was cast of was familiar to her hand. It hummed with the warmth of power.
Once she had entered the cockpit she flicked a switch and her field desk was replaced by a bed. With a slight ooph she sat down, swearing that the gravity field on the ship had been increased today. “Maybe just one more nap before I go…”
[member="Dax Fyre"]
With this time away from her duties, it was now time for her to learn more of the Force. Sena had developed a theory of searching through ancient religious practices through the ages that centered around the Force; either as a deity or way of life. The theory was that by searching through the ancient religious followings of the Force she may be able to unlock something new or something very, very old. There were a few planets she had heard of that had ancient foundations with extensive histories recorded in old halls. Seeming like a mostly peaceful planet, Sena didn’t feel as if there were much reason to bring any security detail. I can handle a few old archivists.
The Talavara hung in space near Won Shasot. It was a safe place for the battlecruiser to park while the smaller, faster corvette Sena had in a small personal bay near her quarters would be more useful for this outing. The wall of her quarters had been fitted with what were actually screens that allowed a sort of view port using cameras. She looked down at the planet below, a sharp pang of nostalgia and longing to visit her old masters grave. But the moment passed as if it had never existed to begin with as Sena turned around. It was time to go.
Sena stood in front of the door that was between herself and the hanger. No one was around the area. Most of the ship’s crew down on the surface of the planet, where Sena had arranged a stay with the locals. Her long fingers reached out and put the door code in. Lights jumped to life as the door slid open, revealing the stealthy corvette standing in the middle of the floor. All of the supplies she had readied the night before had been loaded onboard. Her lightsaber hung near off of a rail that extended the boarding ramp into the belly of the ship. The matte black metal it was cast of was familiar to her hand. It hummed with the warmth of power.
Once she had entered the cockpit she flicked a switch and her field desk was replaced by a bed. With a slight ooph she sat down, swearing that the gravity field on the ship had been increased today. “Maybe just one more nap before I go…”
[member="Dax Fyre"]
