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He couldn’t quite believe it. He was actually right outside the Jedi Temple, and it was much bigger than he though. He had just ascended the ancient stairs that lead to the massive structure’s entrance, flanked by four colossal statures of some venerable Jedi Masters of the far past, their bronzium faces glittering as the sun of Coruscant began peeking over the horizon of skyscrapers and thick, curving lines of atmospheric craft going to and fro. The fledgling rays of the new sun shone onto the well-polished surface of the massive double doors that served as the true entrance to the Jedi’s sacred Temple.
Aaliyah Sousa, Verpine Jedi-to-be, was clothed in some older robes that his father had purchased for him from the flea market to wear for his training.
‘It’s a little rough,’ he told his son with a waggle of his antennae, ‘But it will keep you safe and warm for the trials ahead of you…’
The robes indeed were rather rough to the touch, but they did the job of keeping him warm in the chilly twilight hours as he made his way from his modest home to the actual building he stood before. A sudden gust of wind sent a shiver down his spine, or where it should be, as a three fingered first knocked on the door that seemed too big even for a giant.
“H-hello?”
He cried, hoping he wasn’t here to early; he started to get nervous as he banged on the door again.
“Hello I’m here for my training!”
A great rumble that shocked the young Verpine rose from the ground, and made him jump at the suddenness of it all as the two doors parted, and with a soft gasp, he surveyed the interior of the Jedi Temple; massive stone arches with elegantly carved buttresses that ended in long, monolithic pillars that ended at the artful floors, polished to a high shine. Then he saw all the Jedi. Hundreds of robed figures milled about, conversing softly in the cavernous halls of the sacred place, men and women of all species and all ages. Hesitantly he brought himself to enter, his dulled claws clacking against the floor, and as soon as he entered, the doors shut behind him.
Aaliyah Sousa, Verpine Jedi-to-be, was clothed in some older robes that his father had purchased for him from the flea market to wear for his training.
‘It’s a little rough,’ he told his son with a waggle of his antennae, ‘But it will keep you safe and warm for the trials ahead of you…’
The robes indeed were rather rough to the touch, but they did the job of keeping him warm in the chilly twilight hours as he made his way from his modest home to the actual building he stood before. A sudden gust of wind sent a shiver down his spine, or where it should be, as a three fingered first knocked on the door that seemed too big even for a giant.
“H-hello?”
He cried, hoping he wasn’t here to early; he started to get nervous as he banged on the door again.
“Hello I’m here for my training!”
A great rumble that shocked the young Verpine rose from the ground, and made him jump at the suddenness of it all as the two doors parted, and with a soft gasp, he surveyed the interior of the Jedi Temple; massive stone arches with elegantly carved buttresses that ended in long, monolithic pillars that ended at the artful floors, polished to a high shine. Then he saw all the Jedi. Hundreds of robed figures milled about, conversing softly in the cavernous halls of the sacred place, men and women of all species and all ages. Hesitantly he brought himself to enter, his dulled claws clacking against the floor, and as soon as he entered, the doors shut behind him.
