Tank
SWRP Writer
- Joined
- Aug 25, 2013
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Bet’aani had just flown in from Nar Shaddaa. Her recent past had been filled with more action and aggression than she cared for. Vahl, the goddess Bet’aani and her people served, had sent her on a mission to join the Jedi and serve the will of the Force. Her mission was to save her people from the evils of the Dark Side of the Force. So far, she had failed miserably. She’d left the spice mines of Kessel where she’d worked as a healer and traveled to Tython.
Upon arrival she was met by a Star Destroyer and a wing of Sith fighters. It was everything she could do just to escape into hyperspace. Unbeknownst to her the Sith weren’t done with her. They’d managed to track her ship and follow her all the way to Nar Shaddaa. There she was confronted by two Sith Acolytes looking to dissuade her from her mission of becoming a Jedi. She once again managed to escape the clutches of the Sith unscathed but no closer to the Jedi.
She decided she need to be more blatant. If she couldn’t find the Jedi, she’d make the Jedi find her. She took to wearing her lightsabers on the outside of her cloak easily visible to any passerby. She used the force unnecessarily in the market place and in cantinas. She knew eventually this would attract someone’s attention and hopefully it would be a Jedi, not another Sith.
Today she was in the marketplace, juggling fruit in the force. It wasn’t a technique she’d mastered yet but the fruits were small and easy to control. There was a small crowd gathered around, some small children were cheering and other, older, patrons of the market place were scowling. Such an overt use of the Force would draw unwanted attention in other parts of the galaxy but here everyone was dangerous and force-sensitives topped that list. So Bet’aani felt comfortable that no one would take action against her, doing so would be a death wish; even if she wasn’t as deadly as they perceived her.