TheIronLotus
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Brenkht wasn’t a Jedi.
Oh hell no, Brenkht wasn’t a Jedi. He was a conniving, manipulating bastard, and all he wanted to do was get Jodi back. No, Brenkht wasn’t a Jedi at all…he wanted to become a Jedi. There’s a key difference between the two.
As Brenkht exited his ship, having just landed on the new planet, he glanced upwards. The Great Temple of Ossus was looming before him. He entered the wide expanses, a cheery grin on his face, submerging the doubts that bombarded his mind.
What if they don’t know anything about her? What if they don’t take me? What if my Force sensitivity isn’t anything special? Maybe I'm too old.
A child walked up to him, staring, clad in the customary robe of the Padawan. The Padawan frowned, fingers straying towards the training lightsaber at his side. “Why are you here? Devils cannot become Jedi.”
Although he thought it a bit funny that the Padawan would take out his training lightsaber to defend the Temple, the innocent question was unnerving. Devils cannot become Jedi…what if he’s right? He very well might be. My people aren’t exactly trusted for their good looks and charm. The horns might be a bit much. And I shall not do anything to jeopardize these horns, oh no I won’t. Wait…back on track.
“Eh…” Brenkht said, “Shouldn’t you be, like…running on hot coals or something? Or bending spoons? Move along, kid.” He rustled the hair as he went by, doing what he could to ignore the awkwardness of the situation.
He saw what looked like a full-blown Jedi far ahead of him, clad in the customary robes of the Knight. The Knight seemed in a hurry, but Brenkht leaped on the opportunity.
“Umm…excuse me?” The Devaronian flashed a half-clueless smile. “I don’t suppose this’d be the place to talk about training as a Jedi?”
Oh hell no, Brenkht wasn’t a Jedi. He was a conniving, manipulating bastard, and all he wanted to do was get Jodi back. No, Brenkht wasn’t a Jedi at all…he wanted to become a Jedi. There’s a key difference between the two.
As Brenkht exited his ship, having just landed on the new planet, he glanced upwards. The Great Temple of Ossus was looming before him. He entered the wide expanses, a cheery grin on his face, submerging the doubts that bombarded his mind.
What if they don’t know anything about her? What if they don’t take me? What if my Force sensitivity isn’t anything special? Maybe I'm too old.
A child walked up to him, staring, clad in the customary robe of the Padawan. The Padawan frowned, fingers straying towards the training lightsaber at his side. “Why are you here? Devils cannot become Jedi.”
Although he thought it a bit funny that the Padawan would take out his training lightsaber to defend the Temple, the innocent question was unnerving. Devils cannot become Jedi…what if he’s right? He very well might be. My people aren’t exactly trusted for their good looks and charm. The horns might be a bit much. And I shall not do anything to jeopardize these horns, oh no I won’t. Wait…back on track.
“Eh…” Brenkht said, “Shouldn’t you be, like…running on hot coals or something? Or bending spoons? Move along, kid.” He rustled the hair as he went by, doing what he could to ignore the awkwardness of the situation.
He saw what looked like a full-blown Jedi far ahead of him, clad in the customary robes of the Knight. The Knight seemed in a hurry, but Brenkht leaped on the opportunity.
“Umm…excuse me?” The Devaronian flashed a half-clueless smile. “I don’t suppose this’d be the place to talk about training as a Jedi?”