Aila Roas
SWRP Writer
- Joined
- Dec 16, 2018
- Messages
- 53
- Reaction score
- 26
A Jedi.
She was a Jedi now.
It had been no so long ago she had finally believed in them, finally took the plunge and left the Empire, seeking a life different from what she had always known, a better way people might be. She was beginning to find it.
Even after her imprisonment, the Alliance had come back for her. A Jedi, had come back for her, brought her into the fold. She was still fresh, still new, the Force was a thing Aila was only just beginning to understand, and yet, the more she moved about the galaxy, the more she seemed to find it everywhere, beneath every stone, every star, every being she came into contact with it was always there, binding it all together.
It was intoxicating, feeling it envelop her senses, something she longed for the joy of when she could tap into it. And here on Devaron, it was like an open vein, the Force calling so strongly here. It was a juncture of sorts, a meeting point for strands of the Force, converging here. So, at least, she had discovered.
She still carried the holo-recordings with her, the voices of those ancient Jedi teaching her even when others did not have the time. They mentioned this place, where the 'Exiles', as the Sith once were, had revealed themselves in force, where duels had been had between the greatest wielders of their day. A place of mystery, and now, a place for her.
Aila's eyes were closed to the world, but her feelings open, sitting in the centre of the ruined mediation retreat beneath the surface, pieces of metal whirled about her. A handle, a switch, a crystal, her soul constructing what would be the ultimate symbol of her new life: A Lightsaber.
Not too long ago she could not have imagined herself even touching one. Now, she built it herself.
But, unbenounced to her, she was not the only one who found themselves on this lost world.
@Pontus