Subject 19
snap-hiss
Her lightsaber ignited. Its white brilliance cut through the dim light. Its hum overtook the room's silence. Her presence overtook its space. Her movements cut through the atmosphere just as much as the light blade. She was strong and free. The form was executed again and again, always precise, but not robotic, just filled with intention.
snap-hiss
The light blade vanished. Ran opened her eyes. She was in the half-dark dojo seemingly alone, but no. She spotted a shadow standing in the doorway with her periphery. She turned to it, squinted at it, with great suspicion.
After coming to the Jedi Enclave of Svivren, Ran found that she was the only night owl among the Jedi who had chosen to take residence there. So who was the phantom in the dark watching her? She questioned, before raising her lightsaber and aiming it at the shadow in anticipation. The moment of paranoia showed to Ran just how much damage past experiences had left her. She dropped her sword arm and with it the hilt. She never took her eyes off the shadow but her face seemed to change from a look of fiery intensity to a muted dejection.
Ran shrugged the feeling off quickly and straightened. "Who goes there?" She asked as she walked toward the shadow, and the door's control panel. Her bare feet impressed upon the floor. Her training gear left much of her scars and tattoos exposed. Her synth-leathers and blaster were left in her quarters, but she wouldn't need them. For the face she saw was not the face of an enemy but of a young ally.
Her lightsaber ignited. Its white brilliance cut through the dim light. Its hum overtook the room's silence. Her presence overtook its space. Her movements cut through the atmosphere just as much as the light blade. She was strong and free. The form was executed again and again, always precise, but not robotic, just filled with intention.
snap-hiss
The light blade vanished. Ran opened her eyes. She was in the half-dark dojo seemingly alone, but no. She spotted a shadow standing in the doorway with her periphery. She turned to it, squinted at it, with great suspicion.
After coming to the Jedi Enclave of Svivren, Ran found that she was the only night owl among the Jedi who had chosen to take residence there. So who was the phantom in the dark watching her? She questioned, before raising her lightsaber and aiming it at the shadow in anticipation. The moment of paranoia showed to Ran just how much damage past experiences had left her. She dropped her sword arm and with it the hilt. She never took her eyes off the shadow but her face seemed to change from a look of fiery intensity to a muted dejection.
Ran shrugged the feeling off quickly and straightened. "Who goes there?" She asked as she walked toward the shadow, and the door's control panel. Her bare feet impressed upon the floor. Her training gear left much of her scars and tattoos exposed. Her synth-leathers and blaster were left in her quarters, but she wouldn't need them. For the face she saw was not the face of an enemy but of a young ally.
