Post by Aven on Oct 16, 2016 18:18:53 GMT -5
Shirah had been wandering for a while, she'd left her father behind and went wherever the Force told her to go. Today the Force told her to travel along the lanes toward Iridonia, truly, she would have to stop on Iridonia and refuel anyway. So it wasn't exactly a trip out of her way. But, she knew she had to be here. The Force told her to be here, and so she brought her ship, the Rogue Star, out of hyperspace and transmitted her codes, asking for a port to land in. It didn't take her long to get a port and land, and not much longer after that she paid for fuel.
Once the fuel had been taken care of, she started off exploring the planet. The first place she stopped was food, she could do great things with the Force, amazing things, but she couldn't sustain herself indefinitely off of the Force. Food was still needed, and right now she wanted something other than rations that she suspected were military surplus. Military surplus rations from about four hundred years ago. Revan and Malak probably ate them when they were trying to conquer the galaxy. Four hundred years later, they were still causing trouble.
Her attire was reminiscent of her time as a Jedi, her tunic was long two strips on both the front and the back fell to her knees and were open on the side. Around her waist rested a utility belt that was almost exactly Jedi standard, her lightsaber hung from the left side of her hip. Pants fell down to her calves and hugged her legs, her feet were covered in sandals with straps that stretched up her calves. Around her neck was a tight fighting necklace with five beads, and on her right ankle was an anklet made from crystals and shaped like long diamonds. Her clothing was all light in color, tan tunic, and white pants. Her utility belt and sandals were both brown and well worn like they had seen years worth of use.
Violet eyes took in everything as she walked through the small market, buying something that smelled delicious and tasted almost as good as it smelled. It really hit the spot as she wandered the market streets, not really paying attention as she walked. If shew as meant to be here, she would find whatever it was that she was meant to do. In her experience, there was no such thing as a coincidence. She was here for a reason, probably a very good one at that.
Her wanderings led her from the market, stopping only long enough to purchase supplies to be delivered to the Rogue Star, and she set off to explore the city. She had never been to Iridonia before, but she had encountered many Zabrak, particularly when she had visited Dathomir just over a year ago. The planet seemed harsh, the only thing making the planet livable was technology. She understood why so many Zabrak chose to leave the planet as soon as they could. This planet felt harsh, even to her Force senses. And then there was the fact that the Zabrak had aligned themselves with the Sith. Shirah decided not to stay on Iridonia for very long, once she knew her ship was ready to go, she would leave.
Shirah wandered the city, keeping the markets within sight the entire time, she didn't want to get lost. She ended up in a crowd, something was going on and she didn't know what it was, but she stopped to investigate. It could be something interesting after all, she stepped through the crowd, moving fluidly and easily. She was getting close to the front when she was unable to make any more headway. There seemed to be some kind of demonstration going on, she just didn't know what kind...
Once the fuel had been taken care of, she started off exploring the planet. The first place she stopped was food, she could do great things with the Force, amazing things, but she couldn't sustain herself indefinitely off of the Force. Food was still needed, and right now she wanted something other than rations that she suspected were military surplus. Military surplus rations from about four hundred years ago. Revan and Malak probably ate them when they were trying to conquer the galaxy. Four hundred years later, they were still causing trouble.
Her attire was reminiscent of her time as a Jedi, her tunic was long two strips on both the front and the back fell to her knees and were open on the side. Around her waist rested a utility belt that was almost exactly Jedi standard, her lightsaber hung from the left side of her hip. Pants fell down to her calves and hugged her legs, her feet were covered in sandals with straps that stretched up her calves. Around her neck was a tight fighting necklace with five beads, and on her right ankle was an anklet made from crystals and shaped like long diamonds. Her clothing was all light in color, tan tunic, and white pants. Her utility belt and sandals were both brown and well worn like they had seen years worth of use.
Violet eyes took in everything as she walked through the small market, buying something that smelled delicious and tasted almost as good as it smelled. It really hit the spot as she wandered the market streets, not really paying attention as she walked. If shew as meant to be here, she would find whatever it was that she was meant to do. In her experience, there was no such thing as a coincidence. She was here for a reason, probably a very good one at that.
Her wanderings led her from the market, stopping only long enough to purchase supplies to be delivered to the Rogue Star, and she set off to explore the city. She had never been to Iridonia before, but she had encountered many Zabrak, particularly when she had visited Dathomir just over a year ago. The planet seemed harsh, the only thing making the planet livable was technology. She understood why so many Zabrak chose to leave the planet as soon as they could. This planet felt harsh, even to her Force senses. And then there was the fact that the Zabrak had aligned themselves with the Sith. Shirah decided not to stay on Iridonia for very long, once she knew her ship was ready to go, she would leave.
Shirah wandered the city, keeping the markets within sight the entire time, she didn't want to get lost. She ended up in a crowd, something was going on and she didn't know what it was, but she stopped to investigate. It could be something interesting after all, she stepped through the crowd, moving fluidly and easily. She was getting close to the front when she was unable to make any more headway. There seemed to be some kind of demonstration going on, she just didn't know what kind...