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So, here’s the thing. These holojournal thingies are supposed to be private, right? And in them I’m supposed to say whatever I want in order to clear my heart. Right? I mean, that’s how this works. So, you, if there is ever a -you- listening to this and watching me, to you, I say this: you suck. No, seriously. You do. Why’d you go an snoop on people? Why couldn’t you just ask ‘em straight up? Hell, given the time and if you were a cool guy, I probably woulda spilled the beans. But, anyways, this is bullshit. And, you, you intruder, you can stay. You’ve already butted in. Might as well watch until the very end, right? If you do something, you best see it through. That’s what my pops always said. He always was, like, ‘son, there are no half-measures in this life. You only got one, so make it count. Whatever you do, give it everything you got. No matter what.’ He was a real hard ass, y’know? Real big on strength and honor. I guess that’s what happens when you’re a military brat. As for me? I’m the son of a Jedi and soldier. I know, right? How original. I was destined to be some big damn hero. Ain’t got no choice in the matter, the way I see it. Not with my pop’s words echoing in my ear. Man. Y’know? Being the runt of a Jedi has its perks. I got to learn how to do all sorts of fun magic stuff. Well, its not really ‘magic’ is it? Its ‘utilizing the Force.’ Gotta be one with it, give myself over to its will. Unifying principles and whatnot. Thing is, some aspects of being a Jedi suck. Like, sure, if you wanna be a hero, then there’s no better people to teach you. But, they’re so strict, man. I’m a freakin’ man. I ought to be able to drink if I want. Especially, if I’m supposed to give my life over to this craphole galaxy. But, they’re always like ‘No, Branden. You’re too young to be poisoning your body.’ And, ‘don’t follow poor examples, Branden.’ Well, you know what? Sometimes a man wants a freakin’ drink. I mean, I’ve seen others do it. And, you’d never know they were unhappy. All smiles and laughter. It was like they were having the time of their lives. No tomorrows. Just the moment. Do Jedi get that? No, sir. You want to take a moment to yourself and unwind. Go meditate. Are your emotions in turmoil, youngling? Go meditate. I'm tired of meditating. Its boring. Like, don’t get me wrong. I understand why. I do. I get it. And, when I let it, it works. Like, there are moments of peace. Serenity. That’s usually when I’m not thinking, tho'. Not thinking isn’t as easy and you’d think. Ha! See what I did there? I’m a riot. Eh. I guess I should stop ragging on the Jedi. Its not like I dislike being one. I actually enjoy it. My pops always said you had to take the good with the bad. And, he should know. He spent a lot of time on the frontlines and before that doing commando work for the Galactic Alliance Command. Of course, trying to get him talking about what it was really like was like pulling teeth. Sure, he’d tell me about some stuff. But, I’d get the sense it was mostly the ‘good’ stuff. Stuff that had lessons within it. Like, how to be man. He was real big on that. I guess I talk about him a lot, huh? Well, why not? He was my hero. But, hey, don’t get me wrong. My ma is awesome. In a lot of ways, she is my hero. Its just… He’s my pops. Anyways, I guess I should talk about why I’m doing this. Its not like I’m a joke or anything. Or I’m not taking this seriously. I do. I really do. Its just… who the hell wants to be serious all the time? I mean, c’mon! Can’t we just goof off and be lighthearted? I got forever to become a Jedi Knight. Why do I need to rush it? ...Oh yeah. Because of that. Because of my dad. That’s why. I need to become stronger to protect others. I told him I would. And I’m keeping my promise. The strong need to be mindful of the weak. You don’t coddle them and you don’t take advantage of them. Its a symbiotic relationship. Or, at least, in theory it is. I mean, that’s how my dad explained it to me. During one of his many lessons on how to properly become a man. As if I don’t already know. Men are supposed to be brave, strong, resolute. Dedicated. Loyal. Honorable. Protective. Y’know, things like that. I mean, its all I got left of him. His words. His teachings. I have to live up to his expectations. I just have to. But, there’s the problem. I don’t know what I’m doing. And every time I try to help, I make things worse. I don’t know how. It just happens, man. Like, last week. One of the Padawan’s got frustrated ‘cause they couldn’t figure something out. Y’know, a common, normal, everyday thing. It got bad, tho’. Dude got jealous ‘cause another kid, like six years younger than him pulled off the thing with ease. I think they were telekinetically moving rocks. The kid was able to move one of the heavier, larger ones easily. Real natural. I mean, hell, I was impressed. I can’t do that yet. I’m alright with the Force. The Master’s say its because my mind is too clouded. That’s why I’m not so good at harnessing the Force. I mean, I can when it comes to manifesting it inside me. That’s no problem. Anyways, this dude gets real mad. Starts giving into his jealousy and anger and things get tense. Next thing I know, dude is telekinetically shoving the kid clear across the room. The other Padawans were too stunned to do anything. The Masters were too aloof or something. Next thing I know, I’m rushing the guy. Before I even knew what was going on, I’m on him. Though I’m not angry with him. Kinda pitied the guy. Thing is, he didn’t like that. He starts trying to fight me. I didn’t want to fight the guy, just get him to stop and calm down. I don’t like fighting much. I think its from that one time. I kinda scare myself sometimes when I’m fighting. Well, he squares off with me and that’s when the Masters interrupt. And, then I get scolded for trying to help! I mean, what the hell, man! At least I did something. Where were you? All aloof and shit, sipping tea and like, ‘oh, kids will be kids.’ But, hey, that’s my point. I don’t know what I’m supposed to do. I don’t know what I’m trying to do. And when I help it doesn’t go how I want it to. Its just kriffed. I mean, c’mon. I’m supposed to be somebody, right? Its just supposed to happen. I wake up one day and BAM! I’m a genuine, bonafide, real big damn hero. Ah, to hell with this. I’m tired. I gotta be up in four hours to meditate. And, I’m not sure this helped much. All I know is this: I have to honor my father. And I know my name. I guess that’s all I need for right now. Jedi aren’t supposed to have much, anyways. |
New Jedi Order Masterless Padawan SPECIES Human ALIAS(ES) Pfft. NICKNAMES Bran ‘Brandon’ (Hates this) Junior BUILD Ectomorphic | FORCE SENSITIVE Yah, brah. STRENGTH ▌▌▌▌▌▌▌▌▌▌ DEXTERITY ▌▌▌▌▌▌▌▌▌▌ CONSTITUTION ▌▌▌▌▌▌▌▌▌▌ INTELLIGENCE ▌▌▌▌▌▌▌▌▌▌ WISDOM ▌▌▌▌▌▌▌▌▌▌ CHARISMA ▌▌▌▌▌▌▌▌▌▌ WILLPOWER ▌▌▌▌▌▌▌▌▌▌ | 
18, 1,006 ABY Terminus, Port Anchorage GENDER Male HAIR COLOR Brown (Dyed Blond) EYE COLOR Blue (Azure) HEIGHT 5'10" |
HANDS OFF MY STUFF
Training Lightsaber (Link to Larger Image) | DESCRIPTION |
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My 'Jedi' Armor (Link to Larger Image) |
Credits (No viable link) Man, I'm broke. I'm not even going to pretend I'm not. But, then again, would you expect any different? I'm the son of a Jedi and GA Soldier. All I got is 1,000 Crs. That's like a month's rent for a crappy one bedroom apartment. | 
My Datapad (Link to Larger Image) My datapad. Its an old thing. Ancient really. Belonged to my dad once. Its got a lot of his old music on it. I don't use it for much other than music. Everything else doesn't work so well. Apparently, they stopped supporting the software for it like three decades ago or something. Doesn't really bother me, tho'. I like that its small and fits in my hand. Mostly, I just listen to his music. I've added my own over time, but whenever I lose my way, I find a song he favorited and play it. It helps, y'know? They also came with this snazzy pair of headphones. They wirelessly sync with my datapad. No stupid, annoying cords! |
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