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((OOC: Any complaints about the opening are outweighed by the fact that I had eight minutes to write this.))
During the day, Coruscant was a lovely place. On the upper levels, the more sophisticated people roamed the streets, talking to friends and making business arrangements in broad daylight. On the lower levels, most of the thugs waited patiently for nightfall before hitting the streets. Instead, they were holed up in cantinas or their little shanties drinking themselves blind in anticipation. The air was polluted with the smog of countless airships, but that was to be expected. Even so, the Jedi Temple stood proudly, construction cables and all.
For what felt like years the Jedi Temple had fallen to pieces when the Bogan revealed themselves. Their attack had left many dead or severely wounded, crumbling bits and pieces of the foundation in their wake. So the temple had been abandoned and the Jedi relocated to Ossus for safety purposes. However, with Grandmaster Talzea's rise to power, new life had been breathed into the ruins on Coruscant. Workers had been hired and Jedi based for the reconstruction effort, which placed on particular Jedi in the midst of what must have been the dullest month of her life.
Shayla's long hair swayed in the breeze as she walked away from the construction site, emerald eyes glaring this way and that. Her furious pace took her to a little cafe at the edge of the site, a place she was known to frequent when fits of boredom struck her. It seemed that every day was the same. She would wake up only to watch some ugly, sweaty worker put the pieces into place for the new Jedi Temple, and then live the day out idly while waiting for some new order to come in. It was boring, and nothing could alleviate that.
The worst part was that she was regulated to the upper levels for the duration of the construction. Her orders superseded her authority, preventing her from leaving the confines of the temple grounds. Though, to be honest, it was partially her fault for having a bit of a reputation. Some on the council thought of her as reckless, which led to some heavy restrictions being placed on her time to time. So she sat in her little booth and ordered a coffee, waiting placidly for the next day to roll on by.
During the day, Coruscant was a lovely place. On the upper levels, the more sophisticated people roamed the streets, talking to friends and making business arrangements in broad daylight. On the lower levels, most of the thugs waited patiently for nightfall before hitting the streets. Instead, they were holed up in cantinas or their little shanties drinking themselves blind in anticipation. The air was polluted with the smog of countless airships, but that was to be expected. Even so, the Jedi Temple stood proudly, construction cables and all.
For what felt like years the Jedi Temple had fallen to pieces when the Bogan revealed themselves. Their attack had left many dead or severely wounded, crumbling bits and pieces of the foundation in their wake. So the temple had been abandoned and the Jedi relocated to Ossus for safety purposes. However, with Grandmaster Talzea's rise to power, new life had been breathed into the ruins on Coruscant. Workers had been hired and Jedi based for the reconstruction effort, which placed on particular Jedi in the midst of what must have been the dullest month of her life.
Shayla's long hair swayed in the breeze as she walked away from the construction site, emerald eyes glaring this way and that. Her furious pace took her to a little cafe at the edge of the site, a place she was known to frequent when fits of boredom struck her. It seemed that every day was the same. She would wake up only to watch some ugly, sweaty worker put the pieces into place for the new Jedi Temple, and then live the day out idly while waiting for some new order to come in. It was boring, and nothing could alleviate that.
The worst part was that she was regulated to the upper levels for the duration of the construction. Her orders superseded her authority, preventing her from leaving the confines of the temple grounds. Though, to be honest, it was partially her fault for having a bit of a reputation. Some on the council thought of her as reckless, which led to some heavy restrictions being placed on her time to time. So she sat in her little booth and ordered a coffee, waiting placidly for the next day to roll on by.