Ord Mantell, Spaceport
The galaxy was in turmoil... and she was standing on her head.
It seemed that her training had only just begun when everything had erupted into chaos in frankly typical fashion for Lakay'la's life. Yavin had been a nightmare of blurred panic, dying friends, and blazing fires. She still saw the battle behind her closed eyelids. Besides being generally horrible, it was making the meditation annoyingly difficult.
More than a few thoughts of fleeing with her lekku trailing behind her until she was safe with her family on Corulag once again had entered the padawan's mind during the attempt to be otherwise centered. It was like the mental equivalent of having incurable hiccups while trying to practice a big speech; it was ruthlessly distracting and the longer Lakay'la tried to focus on clearing her mind, the more cluttered it became. Lakay'la had been in fights, studied the history of battles Jedi had fought in, and even watched a few holovids but nothing could have possibly prepared her for the chaos that had threatened to consume her that day. Ever since she had been trained to open herself up to the Force, it had been difficult blocking out the latent emotions of those around her and in the maelstrom of pain, fear, and hatred that had resulted in the loss of her new home, Lakay'la had nearly let herself succumb to despair.
Yet somehow, she had found calm in the center of it all. The Twi'leki Hybrid had put her faith in the Force to guide her to where she had needed to be. She had been rescued, even when all her new friends were now gone.
"...Miss? Uhh- Miss? Did you hear me? I said we've arrived."
Lakay'la's sapphire eyes blinked open with a slight look of embarrassment within them and let gravity bring her legs back to where they were supposed to be. She gave the shuttle pilot a sheepish grin and thanked him profusely before leaving the vessel and stepping upon the surface of Ord Mantell.
Almost immediately she was hit with an intense nostalgia. This was no Jedi Temple that was going to be her only surroundings for years to come. This was a thriving, bustling, living port. All at once Lakay'la felt as though she had returned home but in a heavy disguise, for while all the familiar aspects of a spaceport were around her, she was not the same person that she had been the last time she had been in one. The realization was as striking as it was isolating.
Shaking off the rapidly-branching thoughts, the Twi'leki-Human Padawan reminded herself that she was here for a reason. She adjusted the small bag slung over her back and straightened the synthleather vest on her torso, once again wondering if she was breaching some sort of protocol by tying the top half of her temple robes into a lazy knot around her waist.
He's not going to be impressed by your wardrobe, you know. She thought to herself as her eyes scanned the crowds.
At least one of these people was supposed to be able to recognize her, so her only problem was making sure that she was visible enough so he could easily find her. Well... that and trying to persuade her heart to stop slamming against her rib cage.
It seemed that her training had only just begun when everything had erupted into chaos in frankly typical fashion for Lakay'la's life. Yavin had been a nightmare of blurred panic, dying friends, and blazing fires. She still saw the battle behind her closed eyelids. Besides being generally horrible, it was making the meditation annoyingly difficult.
More than a few thoughts of fleeing with her lekku trailing behind her until she was safe with her family on Corulag once again had entered the padawan's mind during the attempt to be otherwise centered. It was like the mental equivalent of having incurable hiccups while trying to practice a big speech; it was ruthlessly distracting and the longer Lakay'la tried to focus on clearing her mind, the more cluttered it became. Lakay'la had been in fights, studied the history of battles Jedi had fought in, and even watched a few holovids but nothing could have possibly prepared her for the chaos that had threatened to consume her that day. Ever since she had been trained to open herself up to the Force, it had been difficult blocking out the latent emotions of those around her and in the maelstrom of pain, fear, and hatred that had resulted in the loss of her new home, Lakay'la had nearly let herself succumb to despair.
Yet somehow, she had found calm in the center of it all. The Twi'leki Hybrid had put her faith in the Force to guide her to where she had needed to be. She had been rescued, even when all her new friends were now gone.
"...Miss? Uhh- Miss? Did you hear me? I said we've arrived."
Lakay'la's sapphire eyes blinked open with a slight look of embarrassment within them and let gravity bring her legs back to where they were supposed to be. She gave the shuttle pilot a sheepish grin and thanked him profusely before leaving the vessel and stepping upon the surface of Ord Mantell.
Almost immediately she was hit with an intense nostalgia. This was no Jedi Temple that was going to be her only surroundings for years to come. This was a thriving, bustling, living port. All at once Lakay'la felt as though she had returned home but in a heavy disguise, for while all the familiar aspects of a spaceport were around her, she was not the same person that she had been the last time she had been in one. The realization was as striking as it was isolating.
Shaking off the rapidly-branching thoughts, the Twi'leki-Human Padawan reminded herself that she was here for a reason. She adjusted the small bag slung over her back and straightened the synthleather vest on her torso, once again wondering if she was breaching some sort of protocol by tying the top half of her temple robes into a lazy knot around her waist.
He's not going to be impressed by your wardrobe, you know. She thought to herself as her eyes scanned the crowds.
At least one of these people was supposed to be able to recognize her, so her only problem was making sure that she was visible enough so he could easily find her. Well... that and trying to persuade her heart to stop slamming against her rib cage.
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