Cinnic
The Jedi Wraith
Cinnic breathed in the forest air and, for the first time in a while, relaxed.
He was seated on a log, admiring the view of the trees and nature before him. It had been a while since he had taken the time to visit the outdoors. Most of his days now consisted of going through the underbellies of various worlds and beating criminals to a pulp, waging a one-man war on evil and corruption wherever it stood. The old man was also trying to locate his daughter, Treya, who had been stolen from him months ago. However, he needed the psychological break from his quest. It was The Wraith that suggested it to him. The specter had joined him in habitation of his once lifeless body, bound to Cinnic until the mortal shell failed. It was he who had suggested the break, and while at first the cranky Jedi had been against the idea, he was now glad he had taken the opportunity.
A familiar shimmer of light came from his right side, and The Wraith sat next to him on the fell tree, likewise admiring the change in scenery.
"I told you so, old man. A slight break is what you...we...needed."
Cinnic scoffed at the idea that the ancient spirit could be correct about something for once.
"Yeah...well, you know what, I was thinking of taking a little break anyways..."
The two chuckled. The scenery reminded the old man of the place he had hidden himself away from the galaxy for more than 20 years. He had to forage and hunt to provide for himself and Treya. What was left there now? Just the ash of his house...
The ghost sensed Cinnic's discomfort and shook his decomposing head.
"When we find your daughter, you can return to this sort of life. Roaming the wildlands. Picking berries. Skipping across the grass naked like the savage you are."
The old man smiled lightly at his companion's attempt to cheer him up. Still, the mood lingered, and there was an awkward silence as the duo observed a pack of kath hounds in a clearing not too far from them. The pups were out and playing with each other under the watchful eye of their mother. It was The Wraith that filled the void of dialogue.
"I don't remember my life, but I like to think I would've settled down somewhere like this. It's peaceful. Quiet. No one to bother you. From here, you can almost forget that the rest of the galaxy exists."
Cinnic looked at the Force Ghost and nodded knowingly, knowing exactly how he felt. The Wraith's face was ravaged by damaged and decay, his fair features, long black hair, and pointed ears almost hidden by the state in which he died eons ago. Still, there was a somewhat peaceful look across his shimmering face, and as it occasionally shifted to momentarily reveal an unblemished face sporadically, there was also a far off look in those shimmering eyes that bore the same glowing intensity that Cinnic's did as well.
The two were silent for a long time.
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He was seated on a log, admiring the view of the trees and nature before him. It had been a while since he had taken the time to visit the outdoors. Most of his days now consisted of going through the underbellies of various worlds and beating criminals to a pulp, waging a one-man war on evil and corruption wherever it stood. The old man was also trying to locate his daughter, Treya, who had been stolen from him months ago. However, he needed the psychological break from his quest. It was The Wraith that suggested it to him. The specter had joined him in habitation of his once lifeless body, bound to Cinnic until the mortal shell failed. It was he who had suggested the break, and while at first the cranky Jedi had been against the idea, he was now glad he had taken the opportunity.
A familiar shimmer of light came from his right side, and The Wraith sat next to him on the fell tree, likewise admiring the change in scenery.
"I told you so, old man. A slight break is what you...we...needed."
Cinnic scoffed at the idea that the ancient spirit could be correct about something for once.
"Yeah...well, you know what, I was thinking of taking a little break anyways..."
The two chuckled. The scenery reminded the old man of the place he had hidden himself away from the galaxy for more than 20 years. He had to forage and hunt to provide for himself and Treya. What was left there now? Just the ash of his house...
The ghost sensed Cinnic's discomfort and shook his decomposing head.
"When we find your daughter, you can return to this sort of life. Roaming the wildlands. Picking berries. Skipping across the grass naked like the savage you are."
The old man smiled lightly at his companion's attempt to cheer him up. Still, the mood lingered, and there was an awkward silence as the duo observed a pack of kath hounds in a clearing not too far from them. The pups were out and playing with each other under the watchful eye of their mother. It was The Wraith that filled the void of dialogue.
"I don't remember my life, but I like to think I would've settled down somewhere like this. It's peaceful. Quiet. No one to bother you. From here, you can almost forget that the rest of the galaxy exists."
Cinnic looked at the Force Ghost and nodded knowingly, knowing exactly how he felt. The Wraith's face was ravaged by damaged and decay, his fair features, long black hair, and pointed ears almost hidden by the state in which he died eons ago. Still, there was a somewhat peaceful look across his shimmering face, and as it occasionally shifted to momentarily reveal an unblemished face sporadically, there was also a far off look in those shimmering eyes that bore the same glowing intensity that Cinnic's did as well.
The two were silent for a long time.
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