Noire
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Mid Rim. Chommell Sector.
Naboo. Caden Ansgar had long heard of the planet's reputable unspoiled beauty, but he had never before set eyes upon it himself. The surrounding rolling grassy plains and hills and the remarkably clear blue seas were strikingly scenic. He had spent the better half an hour sitting on the edge of his ship simply staring. There was certainly nothing of the sort on his home planet of Nar Shaddaa. The name of the planet alone made Caden cringe on the inside. Nar Shaddaa was nothing but pollution, filth, and crime proliferated on a planet-wide scale. He shuddered as he jumped off the ship's ledge and began to make the first few steps of his personal journey. Behind him, the hatch of the ship began to slowly close and his droid beeped a sigh of dismay that it was being left behind. But the droid and the ship would be safe. Caden had ensured that when he had scrambled the tracker and landed the ship in a fairly dense area. It was a marvel of the Force that he'd been able to land the ship at all without any serious damage.
The young Jedi Padawan was dressed in what had become his usual garb for times when he desired to remain as inconspicuous and discreet as possible. In lieu of his typical Jedi robes, he wore a simple light brown poncho with a plain white undershirt underneath it, standard black trousers, though he was still wearing his boots, and carried a commlink in his left hand. His lightsaber hung from his utility belt underneath his poncho, safe from any prying eyes, but still easily accessible in case of an immediate emergency. His purpose on the planet was a rather straightforward one: training. Although he had seen his far share of ruthless battles, been engaged in several duels, and fought for his own survival on a number of occasions since he'd last been "formally" trained, Caden had felt in recent weeks a curious desire to continue his combat training under the instruction of a Jedi he had met long ago. That Jedi was a Knight named Sionann Ione, one who had been the first to introduce him to the Ataru Lighsaber Form, and one he hadn't seen in months.
He had sought her out, following rumors that she was now based on Naboo along with a few other Jedi, and once Caden had managed to escape the nightmare that was the Planet of Dis, he'd headed straight for Naboo. He had managed to send a coded message on a secure channel to Sionann - but he had yet to receive a response. That in itself was not the least bit comforting to the young Jedi as he trekked his way toward a clearing. Caden could only hope that she had received the message of his arrival and that she would furthermore be able to aid him in the continuation of his Jedi training.
Naboo. Caden Ansgar had long heard of the planet's reputable unspoiled beauty, but he had never before set eyes upon it himself. The surrounding rolling grassy plains and hills and the remarkably clear blue seas were strikingly scenic. He had spent the better half an hour sitting on the edge of his ship simply staring. There was certainly nothing of the sort on his home planet of Nar Shaddaa. The name of the planet alone made Caden cringe on the inside. Nar Shaddaa was nothing but pollution, filth, and crime proliferated on a planet-wide scale. He shuddered as he jumped off the ship's ledge and began to make the first few steps of his personal journey. Behind him, the hatch of the ship began to slowly close and his droid beeped a sigh of dismay that it was being left behind. But the droid and the ship would be safe. Caden had ensured that when he had scrambled the tracker and landed the ship in a fairly dense area. It was a marvel of the Force that he'd been able to land the ship at all without any serious damage.
The young Jedi Padawan was dressed in what had become his usual garb for times when he desired to remain as inconspicuous and discreet as possible. In lieu of his typical Jedi robes, he wore a simple light brown poncho with a plain white undershirt underneath it, standard black trousers, though he was still wearing his boots, and carried a commlink in his left hand. His lightsaber hung from his utility belt underneath his poncho, safe from any prying eyes, but still easily accessible in case of an immediate emergency. His purpose on the planet was a rather straightforward one: training. Although he had seen his far share of ruthless battles, been engaged in several duels, and fought for his own survival on a number of occasions since he'd last been "formally" trained, Caden had felt in recent weeks a curious desire to continue his combat training under the instruction of a Jedi he had met long ago. That Jedi was a Knight named Sionann Ione, one who had been the first to introduce him to the Ataru Lighsaber Form, and one he hadn't seen in months.
He had sought her out, following rumors that she was now based on Naboo along with a few other Jedi, and once Caden had managed to escape the nightmare that was the Planet of Dis, he'd headed straight for Naboo. He had managed to send a coded message on a secure channel to Sionann - but he had yet to receive a response. That in itself was not the least bit comforting to the young Jedi as he trekked his way toward a clearing. Caden could only hope that she had received the message of his arrival and that she would furthermore be able to aid him in the continuation of his Jedi training.
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