ECHOES OF THE PAST
Traveling to the Smuggler’s Moon under the guise of anonymity, young Jedi Knight PERUN attends an auction held by the Hutt Cartel where amongst pillaged goods from across the galaxy, an ancient Jedi memento is rumored to figure as the most prestigious prize...
As he stepped onto the bustling streets of Nar Shaddaa, Perun had initially been hit by a wave of sensory overload. The sound of hundreds of beings talking and shouting all at once assaulted his ears, making it difficult to focus on any one conversation. The roar of speeders and the hum of droids added to the cacophony of noise, creating a symphony of chaos that reverberated through the city. The scent of exotic food cooking, mixed with the stench of garbage and pollution, created a pungent aroma that filled the air. The young Jedi resisted the urge to cover his nose as he walked past open-air food vendors and overflowing trash cans. Bright lights flashed and danced, advertising everything from entertainment venues to illegal goods. The streets were filled with a colorful array of beings, from humans to droids to aliens of all shapes and sizes. The young Jedi couldn't help but feel both awe and a twinge of fear as he realized how far from the safety of the Jedi Temple he was.
The young Jedi kept his senses attuned to the Force, using it to guide him through the throngs of people and to detect any potential danger. He felt the ebb and flow of the living Force, sensing the emotions of those around him and the energy of the city itself.
Despite the challenges of navigating through such a chaotic city, the young Jedi also felt a sense of exhilaration. He was on a mission, and he knew he had the skills and training to handle whatever challenges he encountered. Even amidst the chaos and danger, he knew that the Force would guide him and that he was meant to be here.
Fortunately, he only had a short way to go before he arrived at the auction house. The grandiose structure loomed over the surrounding buildings, its sleek metal walls and neon lights announcing its presence to the entire city. The entrance was flanked by a pair of towering, holographic sculptures that seemed to shift and move in the light, drawing the attention of anyone who passed by. Perun stepped away from the main road and adjusted my cloak, concealing his lightsaber from view. He made my way toward the entrance of the auction house; his senses heightened as he scanned for any potential threat.
As he approached the entrance, Perun was greeted by a large, imposing Gamorrean guard. He eyed him suspiciously, his hand resting on his blaster. "State your business," he grunted, his putrid breath nearly as intimidating as his colossal size.
"I'm here for the auction," the Ma'alkerrite ape-man replied calmly, his Jedi training allowing me to keep my emotions in check.
The guard snorted. "You and everyone else. We're at full capacity, so unless you have an invitation, you'll have to come back another day."
Perun reached out with the Force, using a Jedi mind trick to influence the guard's thoughts. "You will let me in," he said, his voice firm.