An Evening on Darkknell

[Skyreaver]

Spoiler: OOC

This thread is just something to get me started here. I have not RPed any of my characters and I thought it would be easier to start a thread with Dorash here. My main goal here is to just have him meet some new people IC and perhaps find some interesting information on the scattered Jedi Order. Feel free to join!

Darkknell, Knel'char System, the Outer Rim

The city was buzzing with activity. As every city does. But then again, Dorash'an was just assuming. He had never seen a city as he saw through his view port. Speeders he had seen before, and had in fact drove before. He had a fascination with technology that the People never approved of. But these flying speeders, skyscrapers, smoking buildings; he had never seen their like before. And now he was more afraid of the galaxy that Galdring had told him of than before. He barely remembered when the transport leapt into lightspeed just above Tatooine. He had passed out barely five minutes after the thing had lifted off the landing pad, sweating and feeling nauseous. Now, however, he was only pale. He did not know what to think of this spectacle of lights, industry, and technology. Nothing could compare to this. He was seated alone, as he looked to be a loner, apparently. The droid assistants on the transport were your basic run of the mill protocol droids, rusty in almost every place, and were even rustier in their so-called expert people skills. They were the most rude droids that Dorash'an had ever heard; they must have been programmed to act as such, he concluded. Looking away from the droids and now back out the window, he caressed the hilt of Galdring's lightsaber, hidden stealthily within one of his leather boots. He had decided to leave Tatooine without his mask on; that would arouse much tension among the citizens that knew what the People garbed themselves in, and could very well get him killed. The transport slowly descended onto a small landing pad amongst what seemed like hundreds of others. A sudden voice made Dorash'an jump suddenly, but then realized that it was only the speakers again, the pilot's voice resonating all throughout the small freighter. The pilot sounded clearly human. "We hope you enjoyed your flight with us today, people, have a pleasant stay on Darkknell." Dorash'ad sighed as he rose, maneuvering around everyone that rose almost in synchronization, picking up luggage and checking IDs and making sure their credits were all together. He had no luggage or belongings besides the clothes on his back, the loose and shredded robes that clung to his body, and the lightsaber hidden in his right boot. He needed nothing else to join the Order. But first, he had to find them.