Baudelaire was strolling the sparsely populated streets of Starlight. The first load of displaced people from Ithor had arrived earlier this week and things were finally starting to settle into the new normal of life in a floating city. The prospect wasn’t something Leon had given much thought to the entire time he and Dash had been overseeing the station's repairs, but now that it was launched and they were only days away from welcoming the rest of The Order it was a little strange.
Starlight was pretty massive. The Jedi had an entire quarter devoted to them. The Temple was huge. Like, he’d spent days exploring it during construction and it had blown him away. Luckily, he hadn’t run across anymore of the sentient carnivorous plants they’d met upon discovery. He rounded a corner and spotted a caf shop and decided to see if they were open.
The little shop was quaint, he stepped up to the counter and ordered an iced coffee. A few minutes later he was lounging in a booth playing on his EZphone. He was doing his best to just dissociate for a little while, but he couldn’t stop thinking about the future of The Order. What were they to the galaxy? He knew the stories. He knew what The Order assumed it was, but what were they really? How did the galaxy see them?
Why couldn’t he just chill?
Leon took a sip from his coffee at the same time he spotted a familiar face.
Iced coffee nearly shot out of his nose as he watched The Grandmaster walk in the door.
@Valen Pelora
Starlight was pretty massive. The Jedi had an entire quarter devoted to them. The Temple was huge. Like, he’d spent days exploring it during construction and it had blown him away. Luckily, he hadn’t run across anymore of the sentient carnivorous plants they’d met upon discovery. He rounded a corner and spotted a caf shop and decided to see if they were open.
The little shop was quaint, he stepped up to the counter and ordered an iced coffee. A few minutes later he was lounging in a booth playing on his EZphone. He was doing his best to just dissociate for a little while, but he couldn’t stop thinking about the future of The Order. What were they to the galaxy? He knew the stories. He knew what The Order assumed it was, but what were they really? How did the galaxy see them?
Why couldn’t he just chill?
Leon took a sip from his coffee at the same time he spotted a familiar face.
Iced coffee nearly shot out of his nose as he watched The Grandmaster walk in the door.
@Valen Pelora