One Night in Coruscant...

[Rakieh Atur]

It had been a few galactic weeks now since Rakieh had done some studying at the Library on Voss. Still, weeks past or no, nothing could have had him as off guard —as he still is— than the notion that his sister and parents were not the remainders of the Atur Legacy. He didn't know what to make of the thought yet, let alone in the moment, and now, sitting on a bench near the edge of a covered walkway on upper sights of Coruscant, Rakieh couldn't help but reflect on the decision he had made, acting on his new knowledge:

"It has recently come to my attention that I have more family that I realized. For as long as I could remember, all that I knew was my family had been restricted to the strictly nuclear aspect: an occurrence that we have the Gulag Plague to thank."

A deep sigh escaped Rakieh, one noticeable in movement and audio in the hologram.

"Thankfully, the Plague hadn't taken everything away from this family yet. Recent events have lead me to understand that three other families by the name of Atur exist, somewhere, out in the reaches of the galaxy. I would like to see this family whole again. In due time, with some guidance from the Force, we shall all meet on Coruscant, and hopefully, through that event of unity, we can rewrite the doctrines of our family and become one with the Force again, as we will become one as a family again.

"I look forward to meeting you all. May the Force be with you."

Rakieh shook his head. All this hindsight was causing him to be in more pain that he should be. Emotional pain. If his master and all the studying he had done had taught him anything, it was definitely to be doing anything but what he was doing right now.

...I hope they got my message. My sister at the least. It would be a shame if all I did in coming to Coruscant was sit on a bench looking into a wall for all eternity.

There was a slight tinge of pain in the back of Rakieh's mind, a tinge of pain he had only felt once before this. With no weapon to drawn, Rakieh stood as still as he could, looking around, hoping to find something to either help him or to find the thing that was causing him this feeling of desperation; this feeling of impending danger.

Then, to his left, he found it. An aura, glowing a sweet Vermillion. A familiar, yet now, as he knows it, a potentially dangerous colour.

Ah, Dravis. If only it were you. If only it were you.

[member="Janos"]

 

[Janos]

Janos walked briskly through the cluttered streets of Corusant. The city was quite......different from Irididonia and seemed much more hurried and lacked the familiararity of his home town. He had initially intended to walk and explore this amazing part of the galaxy and familiiriaze himself with his surrondings. [member="Krest"] had suggested he go and see and attempt to understand people from all parts of the galaxy. According to his father's propaganda teachings, Coruscant would soon fall into Sith hands and Janos wanted to meet the civilians of this magnifisant place. Janos quickly felt a strange feeling in the force, something.....no someone was near him and had some deep connection with the force.
It did not feel dark or sinister like the aura felt around his father but more calm and yet more dangerous. Coruscant was no doubt swarmed with occasional Jedi of which, Janos has only heard stories about. Stories mainly of folloish behavior and idiocy told by his father but then again, Krest never seemed to like anyone other than his people and his close friends and family. Janos quickly squinted at thedirection of the potential Jedi. Curiousity took total control as he slowly and unawarely began to walk towards this figure. His insticts screamed for him to stop, run or at least engage the Jedi but, perhaps Jedi could be understood and talked with.

[member="Rakieh Atur"]