Post by kubb on Feb 2, 2008 8:16:20 GMT -5
(Time to knock off some of the old rust and care out a post . Here goes)
The Jedi temple always seemed quiet when it rained. Normally the temple was a hive of activity, never stopping, whatever the time of day. In that respect, the temple was just like the planet it was on. Jedi arrived from distant stars and no soon had they set foot back in the temple, others were ready to take their place travelling the stars. When it rained however, the temple seemed to slow down in Vesperian’s eyes.
Maybe it was a mixture of the steady drumming outside, echoing through the hallways of the ancient structure or the fact that he seemed to bump into fewer members of the order at such times that made it felt slower.
He could clearly hear his footsteps as he walked through the temple, his long brown robes flowing behind him, swirling and rising as he swept round corners. Vesperian gazed up through the arched openings as he rounded yet another corner, following the path down a flight of stairs. The sky was still dark but whether it was due to the black clouds that circled above, or the few stars that could be seen twinkling through the darkness would have been unclear to most people. The young knight knew however. It was early morning. Every morning since he’d been made a knight he had walked the exact same path from his bed to the practise rooms.
“Will I still do this once I’ve done my first mission?” He murmured quietly to himself.
“Will it change me?”
Change was only nature, a constant throughout time. Fear of change... well that would lead him closer to the brink and as was was he was already perilously close.
He entered the empty room. The same room where he had been chosen to become an apprentice all though’s years old. It was still cold, the morning air lingered turning his breath a ghostly white. Where light normally streamed through, high up in the rafters only darkness entered punctuated by the occasional flash of lighting. He stopped right inside the doorway staring up at the raised seats where the Masters and Knights had watched. He wondered if he would ever find himself up there.
He walked over to side panel and pressed it. The panel hissed and the slid down to reveal four hover drone. Black and silver, with a reflective silver sheen they looked more like large black orbs than hover drones in their grooves. Intern, he pressed them and they came to life, shooting out of their slots, only to hang motionlessly in the centre of the room.
“Begin,” he said white lights reflecting in his eyes. Soon the periodic sound of blaster fire could be hear in the corridor outside escaping under the door.
The Jedi temple always seemed quiet when it rained. Normally the temple was a hive of activity, never stopping, whatever the time of day. In that respect, the temple was just like the planet it was on. Jedi arrived from distant stars and no soon had they set foot back in the temple, others were ready to take their place travelling the stars. When it rained however, the temple seemed to slow down in Vesperian’s eyes.
Maybe it was a mixture of the steady drumming outside, echoing through the hallways of the ancient structure or the fact that he seemed to bump into fewer members of the order at such times that made it felt slower.
He could clearly hear his footsteps as he walked through the temple, his long brown robes flowing behind him, swirling and rising as he swept round corners. Vesperian gazed up through the arched openings as he rounded yet another corner, following the path down a flight of stairs. The sky was still dark but whether it was due to the black clouds that circled above, or the few stars that could be seen twinkling through the darkness would have been unclear to most people. The young knight knew however. It was early morning. Every morning since he’d been made a knight he had walked the exact same path from his bed to the practise rooms.
“Will I still do this once I’ve done my first mission?” He murmured quietly to himself.
“Will it change me?”
Change was only nature, a constant throughout time. Fear of change... well that would lead him closer to the brink and as was was he was already perilously close.
He entered the empty room. The same room where he had been chosen to become an apprentice all though’s years old. It was still cold, the morning air lingered turning his breath a ghostly white. Where light normally streamed through, high up in the rafters only darkness entered punctuated by the occasional flash of lighting. He stopped right inside the doorway staring up at the raised seats where the Masters and Knights had watched. He wondered if he would ever find himself up there.
He walked over to side panel and pressed it. The panel hissed and the slid down to reveal four hover drone. Black and silver, with a reflective silver sheen they looked more like large black orbs than hover drones in their grooves. Intern, he pressed them and they came to life, shooting out of their slots, only to hang motionlessly in the centre of the room.
“Begin,” he said white lights reflecting in his eyes. Soon the periodic sound of blaster fire could be hear in the corridor outside escaping under the door.