Delicate
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S A N C T U A R Y
An oceanic planet laden with hundreds, if not thousands of islands rather than continents was nestled within the crook of The Sith Empire and The Bryn'adûl. Here one might consider a Jedi taking up isolation dangerously close to an enemy as old as time itself to be reckless at best, and suicidal at worst. But remaining undetected was often easier to accomplish when one kept to themself, sent no transmissions, and made use of both the natural landscape and ecosystem for shelter and food. For months now Jamie had remained on Sanctuary, her ship tucked away deep within a valley, obscured from view by a host of towering trees and further camouflaged by branches and leaves draped over the hull. The reprieve from the galaxy's conflicts had been long overdue. The politics of superpowers, the war between Jedi and Sith. The various interpretations of each code individuals painted to serve their own justifications in order to meet their selfish goals.
She needed time to reclaim balance in not only the Force, but in herself.
Home here wasn't lavish as it was back on Naboo. Her lifestyle was simple but pleasant. A small home was built against the face of a cliff overlooking the ocean, towering over a forest and beach below. It blended in well with the natural landscape so not to look abnormal from the air or ground, though close inspection perhaps might make for some questions. There were no natural predators on the island, and the local birds made for delightful serenades during the day. While not the largest island by any stretch, it offered plenty in the way of scenic exploration. From valleys to beaches to plains, and even a modest mountain.
Prior to Sanctuary Jamie had spent time migrating between colonized worlds within the Outer Rim and Unknown Regions in an attempt to live amongst the locals, to blend in, but the injustices she witnessed on each planet always drove her to reveal herself in order to rescue someone, or prevent an attack of some kind. In the end, her principles and morals forced her to a more permanent isolation where she had only herself to look out for. It was better this way, safer.
That solitude was interrupted however, as luck or the Force would have it, whichever one tended to put more faith in. And though she had managed to defeat the Sith who'd discovered her whereabouts, her refusal to strike down her foe was both an affront to his dignity and a danger to herself, yet she held steadfast in her morals even in the gravest circumstances. The Zabrak she had encountered swore revenge, swore there would be others. Yet as he broke the atmosphere and faded from sight, leaving her on the sandy beach, Jamie couldn't help but feel pity. To be so consumed by hatred must be such a terrible burden to carry.
Sapphire eyes glanced down to the hilt of the crimson saber she claimed from her victory, allowing the smooth durasteel to roll free of her hand, planting itself emitter first into the sand.
There it would remain, a memorial to what she had hoped to escape.
There it would remain, a memorial to what she had hoped to escape.
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