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Posted: May 26 2005, 07:21 PM
Member No.: 119
Joined: 26-May 05
The twin suns. The scorching, endless span of the desert. Arid life...her life. Engulfing heat and a timeless, brazen horizon. Shaking the feeling of leaving her comfortable Jedi life behind her, she held the oversized, sable, satin-inlined coif tight to her face. She loved how the satin felt against her skin, now bruised in places, for reasons she did not know. She woke up with the bruises. She woke up every morning feeling worst then the last. More powerful than the night before. Empty and hollow best described this though. Her soul felt lighter, she cared less. She wanted more.
Her thoughts lingered on darkness as she exuented the bustling city of Mos Eisely. The strong voices and dominable smells left her nostrils, leaving her with nothing but sand and dust to recognize with.
Posted: May 27 2005, 07:15 PM
Member No.: 78
Joined: 30-March 05
Raze was, as usual, walking in long strides, his cloak flowing. With as much of him being metal and wires, he could not feel much of the heat. Lucky him. He had only been on Tatooine because he had heard that a Jedi master had been sent there. This wasn't true. He could see the twins in the sky, the balls of fire they were.
Raze saw the person there, and she looked like a jedi..or a sith. He approached her with little caution. "I'm looking for a Jedi.." came the cold, steel, rough voice. He stood, hunched, as usual, next to her. His cloak hung so as she could see the 10 Younglings' sabers and the 15 masters' sabers on the inside of his cloak. Perhaps she had heard of the one who killed all those jedi. And all those younglings.
((see this topic for more info on the killings at the temple.