Xiang Vang
SWRP Writer
- Joined
- Dec 23, 2017
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Stepping off the shuttle, I felt the immediate bite of the cold from the planet's long standing winter. Gripping my satchel's straps tight, adjusting it to a more comfortable position over my left shoulder blade, I fell in line with the other new arrivals. I was born on Jedha, but that is all I know of my earliest days before waking up among the Jedi Order. My return to the planet that bore witness to my birth was nothing of legends or tales of saving the inhabitants that spent their entire lives here; it was simply just another stop on my galactic tour.
I had enough credits to support myself for at least two, maybe three, months from my previous visits to planets where I done work for those that paid for it handsomely; but credits in any sum could dwindle quickly without replacement. I needed to find work.
Detaching myself from the group I arrived with, I began walking about through the outpost in search of nourishment; and hopefully a line to work. While I moved without drawing attention to myself, I caught a scene unfolding before my very eyes. Two humans where bullying an alien with pointed blasters and screaming rude obscenities at the half-pint furry creature. I reached down to my waist, pawing for the hilt that was no longer there; a routine I had done countless times.
I was once a Jedi Knight, sworn to protect the galaxy from any and all threats; but those were days gone by. My lightsaber, a tool I crafted under the watch of my former Master I was Padawaned too, was left behind when I chose by my own accord to leave the Jedi; leaving my trusted blade in the possession of my former Master. I still hear his words telling me that my lightsaber would one day be reunited with him. Maybe there was truth in the words, but currently I failed to see it.
As for the alien, he was on his own. I walked past the scene, struggling with myself to do something; which in the end I did as I continued walking. I wasn't completely defenseless. I had the vibrosword swaying on my hip and I had the Force, but getting drawn into problems not of my own kept me off the radar. I didn't need the Jedi tempting me back nor did I wish those Exiles trying to recruit me; I simply wanted to be left alone.
I began entering a cantina like structure when I saw a posting board off to the left. Quickly I began scanning the postings until I found the one I was seeking. A job opening on some farm out beyond the outpost. Ripping it down and placing it in my satchel, next to my belongings including my former Jedi robes, I entered the cantina for a hot meal before seeking employment.
I had enough credits to support myself for at least two, maybe three, months from my previous visits to planets where I done work for those that paid for it handsomely; but credits in any sum could dwindle quickly without replacement. I needed to find work.
Detaching myself from the group I arrived with, I began walking about through the outpost in search of nourishment; and hopefully a line to work. While I moved without drawing attention to myself, I caught a scene unfolding before my very eyes. Two humans where bullying an alien with pointed blasters and screaming rude obscenities at the half-pint furry creature. I reached down to my waist, pawing for the hilt that was no longer there; a routine I had done countless times.
I was once a Jedi Knight, sworn to protect the galaxy from any and all threats; but those were days gone by. My lightsaber, a tool I crafted under the watch of my former Master I was Padawaned too, was left behind when I chose by my own accord to leave the Jedi; leaving my trusted blade in the possession of my former Master. I still hear his words telling me that my lightsaber would one day be reunited with him. Maybe there was truth in the words, but currently I failed to see it.
As for the alien, he was on his own. I walked past the scene, struggling with myself to do something; which in the end I did as I continued walking. I wasn't completely defenseless. I had the vibrosword swaying on my hip and I had the Force, but getting drawn into problems not of my own kept me off the radar. I didn't need the Jedi tempting me back nor did I wish those Exiles trying to recruit me; I simply wanted to be left alone.
I began entering a cantina like structure when I saw a posting board off to the left. Quickly I began scanning the postings until I found the one I was seeking. A job opening on some farm out beyond the outpost. Ripping it down and placing it in my satchel, next to my belongings including my former Jedi robes, I entered the cantina for a hot meal before seeking employment.