OOC: Just trying to get back into the feel of things, jump in!
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The cantina buzzed with life. The kind of life you got in Nar Shaddaa at two thirty in the morning, but a kind of life nonetheless. Quiet discussions over robbery targets. A high-stakes game of pazaak in one of the...
".... it's been like, years since you found me on Krownest, and I don't even know if this message will get to you..." the crackly recording told her. Displayed there, in a fuzzy hologram, was one Padawan Finla Yallen, a Pantoran girl that Nara had once rescued. "... need some help... not from...
Her droid was dead.
Dead dead. Not just 'empty battery' or a fried memory board, absolutely 100% dead. Gone to the great electronic essence that surrounded everything... or whatever. Nara knew better than to be too sentimental about droids but this one in particular got to her. 3-B had been...
Getting a ride to Crait hadn't been easy, but she'd managed it. Desolate, remote and undeveloped, it was the last place you'd think to look for important information. But that's where Nara was.
Before she'd left the Jedi Order, she'd been interested in old bases and sites of importance...
It was safe to say that Nar Shaddaa had changed since the last time she'd been there.
Between the hordes and the Crymorah, Nar Shaddaa was being ripped apart. The streets and walkways were meaner, colder, more drawn in and empty. Smeared with dark stains from past incidents, or the remnants...
It was the closest thing she'd had to a holiday in five years.
There was nothing. Glorious, incredible, beautiful nothing. A noticeable lack of people to fight. An insane void of meditations or training to complete. An inordinate absence of huge tasks that needed to be done, just right this...
It had been quite some time since she'd been on Yavin IV. Not that she'd had a choice about the matter, that was the only place that the Order really had left after Ajan Kloss. After Sullust. After... well, everything. Whatever Jedi were left had gathered there to hear what would happen...
".... be with.... dying.... I hope.... last wish.... my treasures...."
Krownest. Was. Too. Cold.
Nara shivered in her thick coat as she trudged through the snow, heading deeper into the forest. A better idea would have been to stay on the ship and send out a scout droid or something...
Elphrona did not feel right. Too close to the Unknown Regions, for a start. There was an ill-feeling clinging to the world, particularly close to the site they were looking for. Even the information in the Order's archives was uncharacteristically brusque and to the point. They mentioned that...
The Clinic, Corellian Sector
It'd taken three days since she'd opened it before the clinic started getting busy... and it hadn't stopped since then. Nar Shaddaa was the place a Jedi clinic would really be useful and that was before the outbreak of a zombie plague. The work never ended but it...
Nar Shaddaa never slept. Usually, the combination of sleaze, vice and general criminality kept the wheels of the moon turning, every hour of every day. Always something going on. Always something to try, steal, drink or... well, y'know.
Now, though, Nar Shaddaa was still emerging from a...
It was a beautiful day on Ajan Kloss, and Nara was tormenti... training some padawans.
The temple opened up onto a grassy courtyard, where the plantlife was kept at an appropriate level of order. That meant it was the perfect place to take a bunch of younglings and padawans to kick the...
Dear Nykoria...
Hey Kori...
Kori Tallis I'm so mad at you...
Nara mentally composed the letter in her head as she approached the door to the corvette. It was exactly as it'd been described to her. It sure was a CR90 alright. No mistaking that weird bridge head. It'd clearly seen better days...
It is better to ask forgiveness than for permission.
She wasn't sure where she'd heard that before, but the sentence was running through Nara's mind as she stepped down the murky, grimy street. The air was thick with nostalgia... as well as engine oil, smoke, and effluence. The bright...
It was easy to see from the second they broke through the atmosphere. The plates had fractured something fierce. The reports had made some passing reference to minor seismic activity on Quell. It didn't seem all that minor looking at it. When they'd landed, it was hard to take in the sheer...
Nara Allam, Jedi Knight, had a problem. There were all sorts of expectations that being a Knight carried. Righting wrongs? Sure, she could do that no problem. Helping others? Easy as heck if you stuck at it. Crossing blades with the wicked, evil Sith? As if she'd be scared by anything...
You know, I always imagined coming back here under better circumstances. There should be a triumph. A procession. All the people she used to know, lined up in awe at the woman she'd become. Nara Allam, Nar Shaddaa gang-brat done good. A Jedi. They'd stare and whisper about when they used to...
Nara sat, at peace. Kind of. As close to peace as an eighteen year old girl can be. With nothing but the rocks around her, the trees swaying in the breeze and the cacophony of life echoing in the air. She sat cross-legged, eyes closed. Around her, a dozen rocks floated gently, spinning and...
There was nothing but the sound of the rain. It pattered down on Nara, soaking her through. The heavy, dark clouds hung overhead, making the grove feel glum. Oppressive. Gloomy.
Just how she wanted it.
She wasn't wearing her usual coat. Just a tank top and some leggings, with some more...
It'd taken her days to work up the plan in her head. Weeks to think of who she could turn to. Giran? No, he was busy. Izel? Busy too, and though she was on her side completely, she'd be a little too circumspect to want to do anything like this. Fiach could easily do it, but she'd never...