Nuka stood on the temple steps, gazing up at the large pyramid, her mind racing. It had taken several weeks for her to hitch a ride from halfway across the galaxy to stand here. Her blade was at her side, a comfortable weight keeping her grounded even as her heart raced in nervous excitement. What would this new order be like? Would she fit in, or be an outcast. She had never been popular in her youth. Always picked on by the other padawans. But she had always had the force at her side. She reached for it once more. Surely, surely in a place like this? No. Its presence escaped her still. She clenched her fist, anger emanating off of her. It was a new emotion to her for she had never indulged in it before. But since awaking, it clung to her like wet clothing.
Emboldened, she began to walk up the steps, ready for whatever came next.
Emboldened, she began to walk up the steps, ready for whatever came next.