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Note: This is set in the past after 'Hey! Give That Back!'
This planet was busy but concentrated. The lower levels of the planet were chaos but there was much purpose upon its surface. With the few credits Sebastian had on hand, he made his way to a hotel for the night in order to rest his tired body from the mission of retrieving stolen lightsabers which took the better part of a month. He wished to meditate and rest his mind and focus on his connection with the Force. There was something to be learned here, but he hadn't yet learned what that might even be. But now, his body needed to shut down and reset itself. The long dreamless night passed too quickly yet became three days. He had to make his way stealthily out of the building with an apology and the last of his credits, but that didn't prove too difficult for the man of no tact.
He walked a long time through the cities. The lights were many and the metal was much. It was, indeed, a jungle, but one he didn't quite appreciate as some might. The people flooded around him and his awareness sparked when he was brushed against since it was against his intentions to be touched. Deep in the forested jungles of Tython, he had the intent to touch leaves and branches. When they touched him without his intuitive consent, danger was to abound. Here, on this planet, that wasn't necessarily the case. He had to travel far in order to reach a more comfortable place for him to kneel and focus his mind. One of the few patches of grass was a comfort under his knees. The few trees throughout the park released some kind of aroma that he could relate to the forest with, but only to a slight degree. The rest of the city's stench reminded him where he was every so often.
Months passed by. Almost a year and he was in the same spot. His connection to the Force was weak, but it was there, and that's all he was searching for. Faint whispered called through his head and the Force, though diluted, flowed through him in a most conflicting manner with himself. Initially, he attempted to fight against this sensation, but the Force didn't allow for any 'relief' to occur. Eventually, he figured he must adapt to the Force, instead, and find comfort in it instead of himself. A valuable lesson that should have been learned long ago, and perhaps was. These missions and tasks distracted himself and he found his center within the Force once more. After the months of unmoving meditation in public, he finally rose, his body unaching and refreshed, even, from his stagnant position. His body radiated the Light.
This planet was busy but concentrated. The lower levels of the planet were chaos but there was much purpose upon its surface. With the few credits Sebastian had on hand, he made his way to a hotel for the night in order to rest his tired body from the mission of retrieving stolen lightsabers which took the better part of a month. He wished to meditate and rest his mind and focus on his connection with the Force. There was something to be learned here, but he hadn't yet learned what that might even be. But now, his body needed to shut down and reset itself. The long dreamless night passed too quickly yet became three days. He had to make his way stealthily out of the building with an apology and the last of his credits, but that didn't prove too difficult for the man of no tact.
He walked a long time through the cities. The lights were many and the metal was much. It was, indeed, a jungle, but one he didn't quite appreciate as some might. The people flooded around him and his awareness sparked when he was brushed against since it was against his intentions to be touched. Deep in the forested jungles of Tython, he had the intent to touch leaves and branches. When they touched him without his intuitive consent, danger was to abound. Here, on this planet, that wasn't necessarily the case. He had to travel far in order to reach a more comfortable place for him to kneel and focus his mind. One of the few patches of grass was a comfort under his knees. The few trees throughout the park released some kind of aroma that he could relate to the forest with, but only to a slight degree. The rest of the city's stench reminded him where he was every so often.
Months passed by. Almost a year and he was in the same spot. His connection to the Force was weak, but it was there, and that's all he was searching for. Faint whispered called through his head and the Force, though diluted, flowed through him in a most conflicting manner with himself. Initially, he attempted to fight against this sensation, but the Force didn't allow for any 'relief' to occur. Eventually, he figured he must adapt to the Force, instead, and find comfort in it instead of himself. A valuable lesson that should have been learned long ago, and perhaps was. These missions and tasks distracted himself and he found his center within the Force once more. After the months of unmoving meditation in public, he finally rose, his body unaching and refreshed, even, from his stagnant position. His body radiated the Light.