A gentle wind blew through the air, casting a scent of pine through the city of Vashka, it felt strange being back in the open air, free to move with little restrictions, and little care for where he went. It had been two years, but it felt like an eternity, his life had been forced on pause, while the galaxy moved around him. Truth be told he was still processing everything, his new life changes and his eventual return back to the Order.
He was still a Jedi, and the light breathed through him with intensity, but things felt different. He hadn't felt the same, something felt wrong, maybe it was all that time away from everyone, but he felt like a loner, one who spent so much time with criminals that he had blended his identity as one. You are a criminal...don't forget that.. He no longer felt comfortable in the soft earthy tunics of the Jedi, but instead opted for a more urban approach.
He wore a short sleeve navy blue jacket, with a soft silk shirt which was half unbuttoned, which flowed into a pair of matching pants and black jack boots. His left arm, bore a half sleeve set of ink, which bore the affiliations of his detainment center and gang affiliations, the words Outsiders Club, was inked on the top of a rancor's forehead.
His once wavy medium length hair had been shaved on the sides, and now sported a spiked top. His once slender body had beefed up, and his muscles on his arms slightly flexed as they moved. Of all these changes, he still wasn't prepared to see them all again, and today would be that first step. His lone eye shifted towards the signage, spotting the cafe. He stepped towards the outside, catching the glance of the purple skinned twi'lek, whose back was turned to him. "Mila?" His voice would crack.
tag: @Algarus