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Coruscant. The shining capital of the Republic. On the surface, one can almost feel the harmony of urban life and machine working towards a common purpose of existance. In a bizzare way, he found this comforting. Growing up a street urchin across dozens of planets, urban sprawl was nothing new to him, but for the last six years of his life, he felt different towards the white noise.
Taoré felt his fingertips caress his lightsaber gently. He knew that compared to the people at the Temple he would get schooled, but this was nothing new to him. All his life he struggled with feeling beneath people, always feeling the need to claw his way to be on par with them. But upon taking in with his eyes the sight of wonder that was the great Jedi Temple, followed swiftly by the Force presence hitting him like a tidal wave, he began to see he really was a small fish in a really big pond.
He heard laughter, the sound of the wind rushing into his ears, as well as the crackling of fusion cutters and torches as the repairs to the temple became observant. He began to wonder what had caused it, but silenced the thoughts as he took his first steps towards the Temple. Sure he wasn`t exactly clad in Jedi attire, given how the dirt encrusted robes were draped over a black flight suit, with no sleeves, his hands heavily taped with knuckled gloves, as well as a durasteel chestplate. He began to feel a sense of unwelcomeness creep in with each step he took. And he was damn sure that the younglings and padawans outside were looking right at them. He quickly readjusted the hood of his travelling cloak, to avert their gaze.
Taoré felt his fingertips caress his lightsaber gently. He knew that compared to the people at the Temple he would get schooled, but this was nothing new to him. All his life he struggled with feeling beneath people, always feeling the need to claw his way to be on par with them. But upon taking in with his eyes the sight of wonder that was the great Jedi Temple, followed swiftly by the Force presence hitting him like a tidal wave, he began to see he really was a small fish in a really big pond.
He heard laughter, the sound of the wind rushing into his ears, as well as the crackling of fusion cutters and torches as the repairs to the temple became observant. He began to wonder what had caused it, but silenced the thoughts as he took his first steps towards the Temple. Sure he wasn`t exactly clad in Jedi attire, given how the dirt encrusted robes were draped over a black flight suit, with no sleeves, his hands heavily taped with knuckled gloves, as well as a durasteel chestplate. He began to feel a sense of unwelcomeness creep in with each step he took. And he was damn sure that the younglings and padawans outside were looking right at them. He quickly readjusted the hood of his travelling cloak, to avert their gaze.