Equipment: Lightsaber
Location: Coruscant
Tag:
Aliris Tremiru
Half a year.
Half a year, and Bastila still found herself continually perplexed by the unrelenting tempo of the urban jungle that the Jedi Temple resided on—her new home away from home. Having been raised on the tranquil world of Naboo, there were times when it felt like she'd been plucked from one universe and dropped unceremoniously into another— especially when compared to the lush, artistic gardens and mesmerizing blue lakes she was accustomed to.
From rolling hills and crisp blue skies, to artificial atmospheres thick with smog and crammed with humming hovercrafts.
Having heard stories from her elder siblings and spending weeks pouring over all of the holographic brochures, Bastila thought she'd been ready for all this world had to offer. Yet, beneath its synthetic skies, she was faced with the daunting reality of just how unprepared she truly was. The breathtaking grandeur of the city world both filled her with wonder and left her feeling very... insignificant, in the grand scheme of things.
With a longing sigh, she clutched the care package that'd been sent to her from her auntie
Alora Ee'everwest
, tighter to her chest, as if it were a magic lifeline tethering her to home, grateful for that simple connection as she made her way back to the Jedi Temple.Winding through the packed streets, her pace momentarily slowed, tuning in to the small buzz plucking at the edge of her awareness- the Force compelling her attention. Her gaze panned over the scene around her, barely catching sight of a huddled figure between two shuttered stalls, nearly obscured by the bustling pedestrians. With all of the commotion and noise around her, it would have been easy to miss the girl, one who, from the looks of it - was not much older than herself. All too aware that Coruscant hardly mirrored the happy-ever-after's often featured in the holodramas that'd once enamored her, Bastila knew she couldn't abandon this soul and leave her adrift. What kind of person would that make her?
Steeling herself against the uncertainties, she approached the stranger, allowing compassion to guide her hand.
"Hello," she began with a gentle smile before kneeling, momentarily forgetting her aunt's wrapped gifts on the grime-streaked ground. "I'm Bastila, and I'm here to help you...do you think you can stand?"
