GAME (In-Character) Star Wars: Dawn of Darkness

((Just a short, OOC, introduction: This is where those apart of DoD post their story/in-character posts. Anything else can be posted in the original Dawn of Darkness thread. Now, here is every story post that has been written so far. Know that nothing has been edited. Everything has just been copied and pasted.))


~Author - Jedi General; Character - Gara


Inhale. Exhale. Inhale. Exhale. Inhale. Exhale.


Those were the words I repeated to myself as I sat with crossed legs on the floor of my quarters. As a youngling, Master Yoda always taught us to meditate whenever we could. Most of the children were too restless to do so, even for a short five minutes. Then there were those that were, and still are, the exact opposite. They could do it for triple the usual amount of time a youngling must meditate for. As for myself... I was part of the former. Meditation was hard. I couldn't keep my eyes closed, my mind kept racing, and my hands were itching to grab a training blade. But I ended up learning how to sit still and calm my mind. I learned how to meditate. And so I advanced in my classes. As I got older, I had new worries and strongholds. As a young girl, along with many other changes going on inside of myself, I had started to wonder about my parents. Some members of the Council were quick to help me get rid of those thoughts. As a teen, my mind took a different turn. Brand new feelings and ideas started to emerge. All of them going against the Jedi Code. And so, I learned, with little help, to push away those odd, often times risqué, notions. Now, as a young adult, I still struggle but who doesn't? Unlike most others, however, I have learned to control any thoughts, feelings, ideas, and urges that aren't aligned with the way of the Jedi. And so, I continue to advance and mature as a guardian and as a woman.


But to say I didn't have my doubts would be a lie.

Inhale. Exhale. Inhale. Exh-

My eyes flew open as the loud sound of someone banging on my door disturbed my thoughts.

How did I not sense them?

"Coming." I said to whoever stood outside.

I stood up, brushing my robes, and went to go open the door. When I saw who it was, my eyes widened in surprise.

"Rail?"
"The Council is holding a meeting. We're both wanted there." He told me
It took me a few seconds to answer him "Very well, then."

The two of us then head off to see the Council to hear whatever it is they have to say to us.

Why do I have a bad feeling about this?


~Author - Alamact; Character - Rail

The pair descended across the numerous spiraling walkways of the Jedi Temple, a maze to the uninitiated, a routine to those who dwelled in this place. Rail Brentioch, the man accompanying Gara Navu Mor'to, fiddled nervously with his fingers. A tall, lanky figure - uncomfortable in his robes - Rail walked with a firm, practiced posture. Neat, robotic, mechanized - his motions exhibited no signs of deviancy, and very little room for expression. Indeed, the lack of an expression was his expression, for Rail had an irregularly high adherence to not just the Jedi Code, but he had shaped his life to be one of absolutes as well. The fiddling of his fingers were, indeed, the sole remaining thing that mayhaps divulged the existence of a man underneath this charade.

A vast chamber opened before them: Gara and Rail had reached one of the many Atriums of the Jedi Temple. Nameless crowds bearing familiar and distant faces blurred across the full stretch of this grand hall. They carried faces of both those who belonged to the Order, and those that did not. Visitors, tourists, emissaries of the Supreme Chancellor and the Senate - for the better part, the gates of the Temple were open to all.

~Author - FN-3263827; Character - Yee-ta

Gara felt something tug the end of her robe and looked down into the familiar spark-eyed black visage of the jawa scavenger who attached itself to her company at every opportunity. Yee-ta gave her robe a sharp yank to focus her attention.

"Ja'bo'ba utinni!" it said excitedly.

~Author - Darth Snow; Character - Vorn

Vorn sat at the dimly lit table, his left hand lightly clutching the short glass in front of him. He idly gyrated his wrist, watching as the dark brown liquid swirled in circles. A heavy rain beat against the transparisteel windows, the only sound in the otherwise silent cantina. He stopped fidgeting with the glass for a moment before raising it to his lips and downing the last of the contents. He set the empty glass on the table and looked toward his companion, a young girl sitting across from him. She looked up at him as she picked at the food on her plate.

"Do we really have to go? At this very moment?" Eny asked him, in between bites and with a tone that clearly indicated she was perturbed.

He considered for a brief moment before responding. "Yes. The Council has requested our presence at a meeting to be held in the Temple, midday tomorrow."

Eny finished her meal, setting down her utensil and pushing the plate slightly away from her.

Vorn could see she was frustrated. "You would rather stay here? It's hotter than a Tatooine picnic out there. When it's not raining buckets, that is."

She met his gaze. "No one says that anymore, Master. Your analogies are so outdated. And no, I don't want to stay here, I just don't want to go there. At least here we were doing something worthwhile... Nothing gets accomplished on Coruscant."

He grunted in amusement. "You're not wrong about that. But, when the Council requests a meeting in person, it's nothing trivial. We need to see what's got their robes in a bunch this time." And, he added in thought, it will be good to see some familiar faces. He considered that last thought. Well, one or two, at least.

The barkeep, the only other life-form in the little establishment, lumbered over to their table and pointed at Vorn's glass. "Another Corellian Reserve?"
Vorn looked at Eny, who rolled her eyes and said "Yes, I will fly." Vorn smiled and turned to the barkeep. "Please. And make it a double. It's a long way home."

As the barkeep cleared their table and trudged back to the bar, Vorn playfully said to his apprentice, "People still say 'Tatooine picnic'. It's not that old."

She smiled slightly. "No one says it, Master. It's ancient jargon."

"Well I still say it," he retorted.

"My point, exactly." She said with a grin.

~Author - CnlSandersdeKFC; Character - Drax

Drax took a long sip as he looked around the room. A couple of humans sat at a table across the room. They wore robes that were a little too rustic for this sort of place, but today they didn’t concern him. The rest of the crowd was boring and quiet.

"Typical mid level dive," he thought to himself as he set the Brandy back down. This was just the kind of place that bureaucrats liked to make contact for above board jobs. He sighed in disappointment that whatever Pelaz wanted him to do it wasn’t going to be exciting, but maybe a vacation was exactly what he needed after his last job.

He watched as the two cloaked figures stood and made their way for the door. As they left however, Drax caught sight of Pelaz passing them to enter. He waved at the well garbed Bith, and the young governmental aide nodded her large head in greeting as she walked across the floor.

“So what do you have for me darling?” He asked as she sat herself across from him.



((And that's it, for now.))

 

Gara
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As I walk through the halls of the Jedi temple, I suddenly become aware of a certain presence that has plagued me for three years.

Not again... I thought to myself, a feeling of desperation to make it through a day without this darkness looming over my head.



Or rather... below my head...

"________ uttinni!" The presence, which just so happened to be a Jawa, greeted me after tugging on my robes a few times to get my attention
I sighed "Yes... Yee-tah. What is it?"
"*insert some Jawa crap here. Idk how to write in their language*!" The hooded creature said
"Yes, I know you still need those speeder parts. I will get them to you, don't worry." I answered, the unwanted feeling of impatience starting to grow inside of me
"*more Jawa*!"
"Thank you, Yee-tah. I really appreciate that." I say with a lack of sincerity.

I look over at Rail and notice he's standing with his arms crossed and eyebrows raised, albeit with a small smirk that quickly goes away when I turn to him.

"I apologize for this." I tell him
"No need to apologize. Can we just resume our walk to the Council's meeting now?" He asked
"Yes, of course." I turn back to Yee-tah for a moment "Okay, I need to go now. You just go back to fixing your... stuff."

Yee-tah then runs off to do whatever it is he does and Rail and I resume our walk.