Draven Eterena
The Storm Rider
Draven wasn't exactly sure the reason he found himself at Galactic City. While he was a Jedi, albeit a very combat oriented Jedi. Draven was not one who was under the direct allegiance of the galactic alliance. Even though they were considered friendly over the grand scheme of things. None the less he decided he was going to make the trip a worthwhile one. As he worked on landing his once more borrowed vessel upon a landing dock at the Spaceport. Draven managed a decent landing this time. Which was an ever so gradual improvement as he became more familiar with the various spacecraft which he tended to come across. Though he figured he still had a lot more to learn. As he had been lucky enough not to really land himself in any skirmishes, or other inconvenient scenarios beyond the occasional crash landing.
Draven decided he would go with more casual robes this day. Meaning once more he was barefoot, with tan pants, and a cream-colored robe this time. His padawan training robes were stored in his pack along with the cursed boots.
Speaking of the training pack. Draven wanted to take a look at the local markets. Slinging his survival pack over his shoulders. The need to customize his pack more to the gear he preferred was becoming a steadily higher priority for him. Especially, between the nature of the missions he involved himself in... and honestly just an effort to survive his master's training exercises. Even considering placing some sort of wingsuit as an option. Really whatever was most practical to the 17-year-old padawan. Which most would likely see as over aggressive for a Jedi to be equipping themselves with.
The irony was Draven did his best to Actively avoid getting into conflict where it was possible. Draven just no longer had the hesitation he once held when combat was inevitable. Nor did he harbor the same level of resentment for fighting. In fact, at moments there was times which Draven reveled in the thrill of a fight. As it was a way to let loose and direct his frustrations towards the injustices of the galaxy. All while being sure he didn't go so far loose that he leaned on any negative emotions to fuel his drive... Alas the wandering mind was not a friendly trait of his. Though it was significantly more appealing to him, then the bustling of various emotions the people around him exhibited. Moving out of the Spaceport and through the pathways to his intended destination.
Draven had his lightsaber hilt openly attached to his belt this time. As this was one of the times Draven didn't need to hide it away. Even as such the way the lightsaber hilt was designed showed it was a weapon which was crafted not to stick out like a sore thumb. Announcing to everybody that a Jedi is present in the area. Many people would even have to take a second look to even be certain it was present on him. Draven also wasn't too concerned about someone trying to swipe it. Though he doubted it was likely here. If someone had gotten wise and grabbed it. They would be disappointed to discover activation was made inconvenient for anyone unfamiliar with the hilt, and the fact the crystal in the lightsaber wouldn't function to its full effect was another boon in his opinion.
Draven entered into the market area of Galactic city. Where he began to search around the local vendors. The irony was that even though Draven was technically on a break. Intending to head to one of the local jedi temples to rest once his shopping was completed. There was an odd tendency for trouble to find its way to him. As well as those who were either unfortunate enough to become tangled into the trouble, or who were fortunate in the fact Draven was present to assist them in mitigating the damage which the trouble would have otherwise resulted in.
Elami Iria
Draven decided he would go with more casual robes this day. Meaning once more he was barefoot, with tan pants, and a cream-colored robe this time. His padawan training robes were stored in his pack along with the cursed boots.
Speaking of the training pack. Draven wanted to take a look at the local markets. Slinging his survival pack over his shoulders. The need to customize his pack more to the gear he preferred was becoming a steadily higher priority for him. Especially, between the nature of the missions he involved himself in... and honestly just an effort to survive his master's training exercises. Even considering placing some sort of wingsuit as an option. Really whatever was most practical to the 17-year-old padawan. Which most would likely see as over aggressive for a Jedi to be equipping themselves with.
The irony was Draven did his best to Actively avoid getting into conflict where it was possible. Draven just no longer had the hesitation he once held when combat was inevitable. Nor did he harbor the same level of resentment for fighting. In fact, at moments there was times which Draven reveled in the thrill of a fight. As it was a way to let loose and direct his frustrations towards the injustices of the galaxy. All while being sure he didn't go so far loose that he leaned on any negative emotions to fuel his drive... Alas the wandering mind was not a friendly trait of his. Though it was significantly more appealing to him, then the bustling of various emotions the people around him exhibited. Moving out of the Spaceport and through the pathways to his intended destination.
Draven had his lightsaber hilt openly attached to his belt this time. As this was one of the times Draven didn't need to hide it away. Even as such the way the lightsaber hilt was designed showed it was a weapon which was crafted not to stick out like a sore thumb. Announcing to everybody that a Jedi is present in the area. Many people would even have to take a second look to even be certain it was present on him. Draven also wasn't too concerned about someone trying to swipe it. Though he doubted it was likely here. If someone had gotten wise and grabbed it. They would be disappointed to discover activation was made inconvenient for anyone unfamiliar with the hilt, and the fact the crystal in the lightsaber wouldn't function to its full effect was another boon in his opinion.
Draven entered into the market area of Galactic city. Where he began to search around the local vendors. The irony was that even though Draven was technically on a break. Intending to head to one of the local jedi temples to rest once his shopping was completed. There was an odd tendency for trouble to find its way to him. As well as those who were either unfortunate enough to become tangled into the trouble, or who were fortunate in the fact Draven was present to assist them in mitigating the damage which the trouble would have otherwise resulted in.
Elami Iria