The jungle of Ajan Kloss was nothing like home. The gentle comforting hum of sublight engines was replaced by the chirping of avians and howls of mammals. Instead of engine grease and ionization, the only scents sneaking through Xakaia's helmet filter were those of dirt and biomatter. Still, the solitude of the unfamiliar jungle was much preferred to the inhabited temple of the Jedi, filled with people. The thought sent a shudder through her as the images of their alien faces filled her mind.
Stopping her trek at the top of a small cliff overlooking a rushing river below, Xakaia sighed. She had yet to reflect on the events of the past few days, the memories too painful for her to even think about with so many unfamiliar faces around. Taking a seat on the precarious ledge, the Ubese's eye was almost immediately drawn to the scarred patch of pale skin still visible through her damaged survival suit. Her mind still couldn't quite wrap itself around what had happened, how her flesh had simply closed up, knitting itself back together before her very eyes.
Was that what it was to be a Jedi? She still wasn't quite sure. At first she had thought that having the magic of a Jedi made her one, but it seemed that perhaps there was more to it than that. Whatever it meant, it was clear to Xakaia that she was not a Jedi, at least not yet. How could she be a Jedi if she couldn't even replicate what she had done on her parents ship. She stared at her gloved hand for a moment through the visor of her helmet before thrusting it forwards as she had before, willing the magic to make itself work. Nothing, just like the last few times she had tried. Maybe… maybe she wasn't a Jedi after all.
@Ginger
Stopping her trek at the top of a small cliff overlooking a rushing river below, Xakaia sighed. She had yet to reflect on the events of the past few days, the memories too painful for her to even think about with so many unfamiliar faces around. Taking a seat on the precarious ledge, the Ubese's eye was almost immediately drawn to the scarred patch of pale skin still visible through her damaged survival suit. Her mind still couldn't quite wrap itself around what had happened, how her flesh had simply closed up, knitting itself back together before her very eyes.
Was that what it was to be a Jedi? She still wasn't quite sure. At first she had thought that having the magic of a Jedi made her one, but it seemed that perhaps there was more to it than that. Whatever it meant, it was clear to Xakaia that she was not a Jedi, at least not yet. How could she be a Jedi if she couldn't even replicate what she had done on her parents ship. She stared at her gloved hand for a moment through the visor of her helmet before thrusting it forwards as she had before, willing the magic to make itself work. Nothing, just like the last few times she had tried. Maybe… maybe she wasn't a Jedi after all.
@Ginger