Falton Broncs
Protect my friends before they share my family's f
The world seem pretty far off from Falton Broncs's point of view.
It had been ten years since he had seen light outside of the Jedi Temple. The warm air in the halls seemed to him like everyday life. The noises of young jedi being trained, their quiet grunts of frustration whenever the painless laser hit them in the shoulder or knee. Falton had personally been trained since he was a four year old. Now, ten years later, nothing at all change. There were some Jedi he usually ran into who were on their way to some mission to some other system. He was three years old when his family was murdered in cold blood by a Sith Lord. Ever since, Falton had been too afraid of losing others because of his failures, but now, he felt a slight yearning to go out into other places. It seemed rather strange to him that he wanted another near-death experience.
Falton sighed, disgused with himself for thinking such a thought. The Jedi passing by him were peaceful, yet he could tell that they worried for him. His childhood had already been ruined for him, why should they bother about him? He had never gained a personal thought of his own. He knew what was happening, though, the battles and conquests that he heard about. The recent story of a corrupted senate gave his independent thought life. He usually dismissed these, but today he couldn't shake the thought.
It had been ten years since he had seen light outside of the Jedi Temple. The warm air in the halls seemed to him like everyday life. The noises of young jedi being trained, their quiet grunts of frustration whenever the painless laser hit them in the shoulder or knee. Falton had personally been trained since he was a four year old. Now, ten years later, nothing at all change. There were some Jedi he usually ran into who were on their way to some mission to some other system. He was three years old when his family was murdered in cold blood by a Sith Lord. Ever since, Falton had been too afraid of losing others because of his failures, but now, he felt a slight yearning to go out into other places. It seemed rather strange to him that he wanted another near-death experience.
Falton sighed, disgused with himself for thinking such a thought. The Jedi passing by him were peaceful, yet he could tell that they worried for him. His childhood had already been ruined for him, why should they bother about him? He had never gained a personal thought of his own. He knew what was happening, though, the battles and conquests that he heard about. The recent story of a corrupted senate gave his independent thought life. He usually dismissed these, but today he couldn't shake the thought.