Post by Vreem Took on Aug 20, 2008 13:50:23 GMT -5
(OOC: I believe this is the worst post I’ve put on this site, sorry in advanced, it’s extremely rushed)
Overall the time spent in a singular place had yet to exceed more than half an hour. They had seemed more rushed, as if they were on some kind of schedule, and now they each had a task of their own. Of course, each would be extremely dangerous and some of the Council would most likely have argued a different course of action, one that didn’t involve splitting up. But there was very little time, and there was something quite odd about the entire scenario. In fact, Jesial had appeared to be the only native they’d met so far who didn’t seem to be hiding something from them. But everyone else had, the Minister, the President. Mind you, they were politicians it was part of the job description. But still, was this an altogether wise move on his part? Walking straight into the belly of the beast, where there rebel forces were supposed to be at their strongest. And even if he were to meet them, how could he be sure they wouldn’t try to kill him on the spot? So many unanswered questions, even the Force would not respond.
Stepping out of his selected form of public transport he handed over a few credits to the driver, their spending money for this expedition hadn’t been too large. He was upon the lowest level of the city, the ground level; the dim lights of a slum encampment loomed just ahead. It was dark down here; the buildings seemed to tower out of eyesight, to look up all the way would most likely cause severe neck injury. But with such tall buildings, sunlight would seem like the blessing of heaven and with no sun seemingly dead, so was hope.
He had seen this scene a hundred times before, and Vreem could never seem to feel sympathy. He was known for questioning the Force at times, this was one of those times. Why would the Force have it so that people had to exist in such a way, to call it life seemed too far fetched, there was no life in these slums, even the children knew what awaited them in their future, nothing. He was glad that his companions were not here to see this, it was something which would torment a Jedi’s soul, but to ignore it completely would be foolish and heartless and no matter how much the Jedi abstained from emotion, they still had hearts.
Yet something certainly was different, it was hard to explain the feeling he got through the Force, whether it was good or bad or harmful in anyway. But something just felt… different to the slums he had been to before. No doubt he would find out soon enough.
He tried to distort his presence through the force, to avoid being seen too much, he was unsure how those around would react to a stranger such as he, they may ignore him, they may plead for credits or they may even jump him in hopes of scoring the big time. It was a good way to avoid the locals, but if he was being watched by the rebellion, as he probably had been seen he landed down here, then he doubted the trick would have the same effect upon him.
Casually he continued his slow walk through the slums, head bowed, feeding off the force, he was walking upon dangerous soil, only the Force could alert him to an attack.
Overall the time spent in a singular place had yet to exceed more than half an hour. They had seemed more rushed, as if they were on some kind of schedule, and now they each had a task of their own. Of course, each would be extremely dangerous and some of the Council would most likely have argued a different course of action, one that didn’t involve splitting up. But there was very little time, and there was something quite odd about the entire scenario. In fact, Jesial had appeared to be the only native they’d met so far who didn’t seem to be hiding something from them. But everyone else had, the Minister, the President. Mind you, they were politicians it was part of the job description. But still, was this an altogether wise move on his part? Walking straight into the belly of the beast, where there rebel forces were supposed to be at their strongest. And even if he were to meet them, how could he be sure they wouldn’t try to kill him on the spot? So many unanswered questions, even the Force would not respond.
Stepping out of his selected form of public transport he handed over a few credits to the driver, their spending money for this expedition hadn’t been too large. He was upon the lowest level of the city, the ground level; the dim lights of a slum encampment loomed just ahead. It was dark down here; the buildings seemed to tower out of eyesight, to look up all the way would most likely cause severe neck injury. But with such tall buildings, sunlight would seem like the blessing of heaven and with no sun seemingly dead, so was hope.
He had seen this scene a hundred times before, and Vreem could never seem to feel sympathy. He was known for questioning the Force at times, this was one of those times. Why would the Force have it so that people had to exist in such a way, to call it life seemed too far fetched, there was no life in these slums, even the children knew what awaited them in their future, nothing. He was glad that his companions were not here to see this, it was something which would torment a Jedi’s soul, but to ignore it completely would be foolish and heartless and no matter how much the Jedi abstained from emotion, they still had hearts.
Yet something certainly was different, it was hard to explain the feeling he got through the Force, whether it was good or bad or harmful in anyway. But something just felt… different to the slums he had been to before. No doubt he would find out soon enough.
He tried to distort his presence through the force, to avoid being seen too much, he was unsure how those around would react to a stranger such as he, they may ignore him, they may plead for credits or they may even jump him in hopes of scoring the big time. It was a good way to avoid the locals, but if he was being watched by the rebellion, as he probably had been seen he landed down here, then he doubted the trick would have the same effect upon him.
Casually he continued his slow walk through the slums, head bowed, feeding off the force, he was walking upon dangerous soil, only the Force could alert him to an attack.
