Tides of Change
Above the oceans of GENETIA...
It seemed quite befitting that Genetia would be where Orson takes the next step in his Jedi training: Building his first lightsaber, and officially becoming a Padawan Learner.
Elias nearly jumped with excitement as the Calypso popped out of hyperspace and the blue-green visage of his homeworld came into view. The majority of Genetia's surface was covered in vast, deep oceans. What little landmass there was had long been set aside for the wildlife; The Genetians, much like the Kaminoans of Tipoca City, took to ocean-rise settlements. The Calypso soared through the cloudy sky, catching rays of sunshine that peaked behind a passing storm. Elias flew the ship close to the waves, laughing like a youngling as the ocean spray doused the glass. He looked to Orson, not even trying to hide his boyish grin.
"This is my home," he said, a mix of pride and nostalgia in his tone.
"This is Genetia."
They cruised above the ocean waves for a short while before the shape of a large city came into view; Its rounded architecture and sleek design were unique to the nautical people of Genetia, specially constructed to withstand the waves and hurricanes that would batter other structures. Elias brought the ship around, lowering it onto a circular landing pad that extended from the main building.
"We're here!" the Jedi said, turning to face his Padawan. "Are you ready?" He then raised a curious eyebrow.
"Is your crystal ready?"
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