Klenic At'la
Character
THE FORCE IS THE GLUE THAT KEEPS A BROKEN WORLD TOGETHER
A Travelers Guide To The Force.
By: Jedi Master Kolton; Traveler of Worlds
Jedi Librarian Klenic At'la stared down at what may be one of his favorite books in the archives. It was a book by a man known as Jedi Master Kolton. He'd spent 50 years traveling the galaxy, seeing the many planets that lay about it. He'd seen the slavery and horrors, but also the peace and loving parts. A warring galaxy with so much light trying to shine through. It talked of how The Force could guide all to the light, where they truly belonged. All beings. Klenic enjoyed the book, finding the information on the worlds and their ties to the Force intriguing to say the least.
After having spent the latter half of 60 years serving as a Librarian Apprentice, one tends to have read many books. Not that this even remotely bothered the studied academic. Klenic loved the books, the stories, the biographies, the history and pure knowledge. Knowledge was his religion, serving as high a purpose to him as The Force itself. The Caamasi sat at a small bench in the Jedi Archives on Coruscant, like he did all days. He loved it, truly. He sat the book down, his three fingers tracing over the red title. He smirked beneath his large anteater-like nose. He then stood up. It was getting late and he wanted to walk the halls for a bit. The archives weren't particularly busy at the moment. When war calls knowledge waits. So with that the Caamasi walked out of the Archives, his blue robe trailing behind him, his lightsaber clinking against his hip when he stepped.
For awhile the Caamasi strode along the Jedi halls, making a few pit-stops to glance around. He saw the sleeping barracks where he would lay to rest later that night. He also saw the entrance to the Jedi council. He longed to join the Council, not for publicity or glory, but because he truly believed he could help the galaxy in so many ways. To be able to make decisions that could shape the Galaxy in the strive for peace was a dream. Not to mention he'd then have immediate access to the Jedi Vaults. Which was a swath of information regarding the Jedi. A plethora of knowledge he hoped to see one day. Klenic continued his walk, only stopping when he passed the Youngling Training room, where several trainees were sitting, listening to their Jedi Instructor teach them the ways of the force. Something Klenic had done from time to time to teach history to the younglings that would one day protect the galaxy. Klenic continued on past the training room, and only after walking a brief amount of time he stopped. In front of him was a door to an empty training room. It was a large training room for all types of learning. Lightsaber combat, meditation, force training, anything that you wished to learn.
Klenic At'la strode in, thinking to himself that perhaps he could meditate for awhile in this room. Maybe even teach himself a new trick. So he sat down, his velvety robe curling up under him and his bronze lightsaber barely touching the ground from his hip. He could have gone to the meditation gardens, but he was already settled and he felt quite peaceful here. He closed his eyes and touched his middle fingers to his thumbs, resting them on his knees, his legs in a crossed position. He breathed in, the midichlorians that floated around the Jedi Temple filling his nostrils. He felt everything around him and sensed the room by means of The Force. He felt peaceful, and at home here in the temple in this empty training room. He knew he'd likely be walked in on by a master and his padawan, but he wouldn't mind the company if such were to happen. He enjoyed a good chat with a fellow Jedi anyday. So he sat, meditating, feeling truly peaceful, his mind clear, not worrying of whatever lay ahead.
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A Travelers Guide To The Force.
By: Jedi Master Kolton; Traveler of Worlds
Jedi Librarian Klenic At'la stared down at what may be one of his favorite books in the archives. It was a book by a man known as Jedi Master Kolton. He'd spent 50 years traveling the galaxy, seeing the many planets that lay about it. He'd seen the slavery and horrors, but also the peace and loving parts. A warring galaxy with so much light trying to shine through. It talked of how The Force could guide all to the light, where they truly belonged. All beings. Klenic enjoyed the book, finding the information on the worlds and their ties to the Force intriguing to say the least.
After having spent the latter half of 60 years serving as a Librarian Apprentice, one tends to have read many books. Not that this even remotely bothered the studied academic. Klenic loved the books, the stories, the biographies, the history and pure knowledge. Knowledge was his religion, serving as high a purpose to him as The Force itself. The Caamasi sat at a small bench in the Jedi Archives on Coruscant, like he did all days. He loved it, truly. He sat the book down, his three fingers tracing over the red title. He smirked beneath his large anteater-like nose. He then stood up. It was getting late and he wanted to walk the halls for a bit. The archives weren't particularly busy at the moment. When war calls knowledge waits. So with that the Caamasi walked out of the Archives, his blue robe trailing behind him, his lightsaber clinking against his hip when he stepped.
For awhile the Caamasi strode along the Jedi halls, making a few pit-stops to glance around. He saw the sleeping barracks where he would lay to rest later that night. He also saw the entrance to the Jedi council. He longed to join the Council, not for publicity or glory, but because he truly believed he could help the galaxy in so many ways. To be able to make decisions that could shape the Galaxy in the strive for peace was a dream. Not to mention he'd then have immediate access to the Jedi Vaults. Which was a swath of information regarding the Jedi. A plethora of knowledge he hoped to see one day. Klenic continued his walk, only stopping when he passed the Youngling Training room, where several trainees were sitting, listening to their Jedi Instructor teach them the ways of the force. Something Klenic had done from time to time to teach history to the younglings that would one day protect the galaxy. Klenic continued on past the training room, and only after walking a brief amount of time he stopped. In front of him was a door to an empty training room. It was a large training room for all types of learning. Lightsaber combat, meditation, force training, anything that you wished to learn.
Klenic At'la strode in, thinking to himself that perhaps he could meditate for awhile in this room. Maybe even teach himself a new trick. So he sat down, his velvety robe curling up under him and his bronze lightsaber barely touching the ground from his hip. He could have gone to the meditation gardens, but he was already settled and he felt quite peaceful here. He closed his eyes and touched his middle fingers to his thumbs, resting them on his knees, his legs in a crossed position. He breathed in, the midichlorians that floated around the Jedi Temple filling his nostrils. He felt everything around him and sensed the room by means of The Force. He felt peaceful, and at home here in the temple in this empty training room. He knew he'd likely be walked in on by a master and his padawan, but he wouldn't mind the company if such were to happen. He enjoyed a good chat with a fellow Jedi anyday. So he sat, meditating, feeling truly peaceful, his mind clear, not worrying of whatever lay ahead.
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