Rock and Roll MotherFluffers
Finally, after 15 years of asking, Nir was off to become a jedi. Coruscant was so much different than Cathar, but he had prepped. Probably a bit too much. His guitar case on his back, Nir walked out of the space port with two massive suitcases. His mom had given him everything he'd need. A pair of robes, a second part, a third part just in case, a fourth pair just in case in case. He could go on. Maybe letting Mom pack his clothes was a bad idea. She seemed so worried about him, and yet he told her he'd be fine. He told his band mates too, but they had come with him, acting as his entourage throughout the trip. His drummer was happy enough to come to look for work as a ship mechanic at the star port, while his guitarist and bass player figured they could find gigs at the local clubs. It was a group effort to get everyone here, and they'd promised to stick together.
But for now, Nir was on his own. Maybe he'd find friends. Maybe he'd find new band mates. They could always use some back up vocals, or a rhythm guitarist.
He shook his head, his long mane rocking back and fourth in the wind. He approached the temple now, looking up at the grand structure.
The sound of hovercars above caused his ears to twitch as he walked towards the grand staircase. Downside of being a honed musician is that every little sound became a roar in your ears. He hefted his suitcase, only to pause, looking down at it, and start walking up the staircase without it. Now that he was a jedi, there was no need to hide it. Or at least, he was going to become a jedi. Still, no need to hide his powers now.