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Nar Shaddaa. The pit of this galaxies stomach, is what it seemed like. Everything seemed familiar to the young man that was roaming the streets of this place. The back alleyway's stunk of putrid muk and the people here smelled and seemed like they were going to rob you of your shirt if you didn't have it on your back. Nothing about this place was safe. Nothing about this whole galaxy didn't seem safe anymore. In the previous months, things have gotten as bad as they could come. Tython was being attacked. The Jedi were scrambled at the scene and the jedi that were out of the temple wouldn't go back. It seemed like a losing battle. Was there even any Jedi around anymore? In the black pits of the black streets of this foul place seemed fitting for the young Jedi's mood. Nothing made sense anymore. The young Jedi, about 5'11'' and wearing a dark colored robe, walked the backstreets of Nar Shaddaa. He wasn't that far away from where he met Ms. Mira that day. He had his head down low and gazed through the tip of his hood every once and a while to see where he was walking. He was walking aimlessly. He had nowhere to go. His home was being invaded and attacked. Why couldn't he muster the strength to fight the intruders? He wasn't strong enough. His connection to the force wasn't strong enough anymore. It seemed like the future was clouded. He was in a state of not knowing. He had doubts, he had regrets. It seemed his anger was the only thing he could feel. The sith angered him. The galaxy he lived in angered him.
Ever since he was a child, he knew nothing more than to be loyal to the ones around him and being able to stand your ground. This time, he was on the darker side of the fence. He never knew how it felt to be backed into a corner. This angered him. He had lost his mentor. He was losing his home. He didn't take action and fled the temple. He couldn't find the strength to fight. Leon turned a corner down a alleyway and let out a sharp breath of air in anger. He couldn't fight them. When he was younger and living off the streets of Coronet, he could fight his battles. He could see his enemy in front of him and could distinguish his options. His father left him and made him the head of the household. He was suppose to be the man. He was suppose to be the defender. What would his mother think if she knew that he was thinking these thought's? She would probably tell him "...This planet was born to feed you. Even if the food was terrible and the air you breath is dirty, your still a child of this world and you should defend this world just like you would defend me... Your a good person at heart. Take from experience's the good, not the bad..." His mother was a smart women. She would know what to tell him. Leon threw a glance over at the wall that was about 5 meter's away from him in disgust. She was light year's away. What could she help him with now? He was one person against a galaxy. He wasn't the little street kid from down other side of the road anymore. He was where you either win, die trying to win or lose your life for the cause. This galaxy had nothing but hate. It started to seep into his soul, the very minute he escaped his world and jumped into the world of the Jedi, it started to seep through the cracks of his very mind and began to taint his soul. It was ripping him apart. Justice. Peace. All these things come from war. If there was no war, there would be peace. But without peace there is only war. This yin yang relationship was killing him on the inside and made him forget his own ideals. Zee was even starting to act funny. He was hovering above Leon about 3 meters away from him. Even though he was a droid the stress that was getting to Leon was getting to Zee. Leon couldn't help but think the little droid was starting to feel the same way he was. It was a funny thing. When he was on Coronet, things were simply put in black and white. You work to live, you live to work and you don't let anyone or anything disrespect you. Now the cause was bigger than him. What was he going to do in these crossroads?
Leon continued to walk the empty streets of Nar Shaddaa, not caring what or who was around him. He could feel the dark influence's of this place affecting his mind. He couldn't think straight. He couldn't find the light that was once there. The light seemed to be growing farther and farther away from him. He was slipping. Losing control. Was this what it was like? Was this the feeling of being lost? Of being forgotten? This furthered his anger. He felt rage pulsing through him. What was happening to him? Leon stopped in the dark shadows of the dimly lit back streets and looked up. He couldn't see the sky. He seen the run down, slimy and cold conditions of the streets on Nar Shaddaa. Why did he come here, of all places? He could have went anywhere in the galaxy... But he went here. This place already held a very strong place in his heart. It reminded him of his skirmish with his old master. Leon looked forward and seen the street that was about 15 meters away from him. He pulled his hood over his eyes once more and began to walk towards the street. He could hear the chatter and the sounds of music coming from around the corner. It was lively. It was familiar. It was chillingly familiar. This was the place he had fought his old master. How did he end up here? Right back down in the pits. Where his heart skipped a beat and gave him flourishing memories of his fight. Leon couldn't do anything but laugh a little. This was the force's way of telling him, your at the bottom. He had choices to make and places to be. Maybe this is why the force guided him here. Even if the force was leading him into something he didn't want to be...
Ever since he was a child, he knew nothing more than to be loyal to the ones around him and being able to stand your ground. This time, he was on the darker side of the fence. He never knew how it felt to be backed into a corner. This angered him. He had lost his mentor. He was losing his home. He didn't take action and fled the temple. He couldn't find the strength to fight. Leon turned a corner down a alleyway and let out a sharp breath of air in anger. He couldn't fight them. When he was younger and living off the streets of Coronet, he could fight his battles. He could see his enemy in front of him and could distinguish his options. His father left him and made him the head of the household. He was suppose to be the man. He was suppose to be the defender. What would his mother think if she knew that he was thinking these thought's? She would probably tell him "...This planet was born to feed you. Even if the food was terrible and the air you breath is dirty, your still a child of this world and you should defend this world just like you would defend me... Your a good person at heart. Take from experience's the good, not the bad..." His mother was a smart women. She would know what to tell him. Leon threw a glance over at the wall that was about 5 meter's away from him in disgust. She was light year's away. What could she help him with now? He was one person against a galaxy. He wasn't the little street kid from down other side of the road anymore. He was where you either win, die trying to win or lose your life for the cause. This galaxy had nothing but hate. It started to seep into his soul, the very minute he escaped his world and jumped into the world of the Jedi, it started to seep through the cracks of his very mind and began to taint his soul. It was ripping him apart. Justice. Peace. All these things come from war. If there was no war, there would be peace. But without peace there is only war. This yin yang relationship was killing him on the inside and made him forget his own ideals. Zee was even starting to act funny. He was hovering above Leon about 3 meters away from him. Even though he was a droid the stress that was getting to Leon was getting to Zee. Leon couldn't help but think the little droid was starting to feel the same way he was. It was a funny thing. When he was on Coronet, things were simply put in black and white. You work to live, you live to work and you don't let anyone or anything disrespect you. Now the cause was bigger than him. What was he going to do in these crossroads?
Leon continued to walk the empty streets of Nar Shaddaa, not caring what or who was around him. He could feel the dark influence's of this place affecting his mind. He couldn't think straight. He couldn't find the light that was once there. The light seemed to be growing farther and farther away from him. He was slipping. Losing control. Was this what it was like? Was this the feeling of being lost? Of being forgotten? This furthered his anger. He felt rage pulsing through him. What was happening to him? Leon stopped in the dark shadows of the dimly lit back streets and looked up. He couldn't see the sky. He seen the run down, slimy and cold conditions of the streets on Nar Shaddaa. Why did he come here, of all places? He could have went anywhere in the galaxy... But he went here. This place already held a very strong place in his heart. It reminded him of his skirmish with his old master. Leon looked forward and seen the street that was about 15 meters away from him. He pulled his hood over his eyes once more and began to walk towards the street. He could hear the chatter and the sounds of music coming from around the corner. It was lively. It was familiar. It was chillingly familiar. This was the place he had fought his old master. How did he end up here? Right back down in the pits. Where his heart skipped a beat and gave him flourishing memories of his fight. Leon couldn't do anything but laugh a little. This was the force's way of telling him, your at the bottom. He had choices to make and places to be. Maybe this is why the force guided him here. Even if the force was leading him into something he didn't want to be...