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Post by Whill Shaman Dažbog on May 7, 2013 14:32:26 GMT -8
The Processional Way was the main boulevard leading from the Temple Precinct to the Jedi Temple on Coruscant. Beginning at a large public landing platform, the road terminated at the main entry staircase that led deep into the Temple proper.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 2, 2013 14:37:50 GMT -8
*How could he be tardy on his return, this was shocking, and not a thought that the Jedi Knight was comfortable with.
He bounded up the great stone steps three at a time, his cloak billowing behind him, the years had changed this place he mused to himself, for how long had it been now, more than twenty years that was sure.
Steffo did not halt his speeding run as he accelerated across the shining high polished floor, eyeing a turbolift his left hand stretched out, fingers splayed as the force rushed outward upon command to touch upon the button of the lift.
The doors opened and were ready when the rushing Knight, panting a little from shortage of breath entered the lift, the doors slid shut and Steffo attempted to compose himself in lift ride that seemed to last an eternity.
He folded his arms and tapped his booted foot in impatience until finally with a soft chime; announcing the lifts halt he flew out through the doors quite starling a younger Jedi who staggered back and almost dropped the data pad she was holding, Steffo flustered an apology and quickly diverted his line of travel, sliding across the hallway into the corridor that would lead to the tallest of the spires, the council spire.
Steffo's mind flashed up imaged from whence he was last here, his thoughts were filled with shame as he relived his resignation from the Council and renouncement of his rank; quite possibly a first in Jedi history, since that fateful day when Steffo had seen the result of his actions he had taken more of a back seat and now for some years had meandered and ebbed in an out of the Jedi Order.
Now came the time to step up and solidify his devout belief and to join the Order through its hardships as a Knight, he had sworn with his life to protect and uphold the laws of justice and righteousness and what kind of example of a Knight was he if he were not here when the Order needed him, what sort of man let others answer, he believed in the force, he believed in this Order with every fiber of his being. It was time to join in union with his Brother's and Sister's and never look back.
He paused momentarily to attend to his vanity, one could not look scruffy before the Council, with that he stepped forth, the chamber door opening before him.*
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Atton Kaelan
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Post by Atton Kaelan on Jun 2, 2013 21:06:57 GMT -8
Atton looked towards the Jedi Temple, feeling quite the wave of nostalgia as he took in the familiar sights, even though he hadn't seen them since his days as a young Padawan learner. In a way, it was quite fitting that his life as a Jedi would resume at the place where it had all started. It felt like so long ago...
With a chuckle, the Knight began to ascend the stairs leading up to the entrance to the Temple, highly doubting that anyone would recognize him after all this time, and especially after recent events. Technically, he was still probably listed as KIA too, which might make it awkward if he just strode into the Jedi Council chambers. He had written a journal entry about his time on board the secret medical frigate, but it was a rushed and rather sparsely detailed venture that he, in hindsight, might have been better off just committing to memory. Oh well...
He reached the top of the steps and paused for a moment before finally entering the main entrance hall of the Jedi Temple.
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Post by Atton Kaelan on Jun 10, 2013 12:15:02 GMT -8
Atton continued into the temple, his pace quite slow as he took in the familiar sights and sounds. Not much had changed, and for that he was grateful. It was nice to see that some things never changed even amidst all the upheaval in his life. Hopefully things would settle down now he could settle down and see what he could do to assist the Jedi Order. The first thing he needed to do was get caught up on current events. No use barging in on anything without knowing what was going on.
The Knight's pace quickened a little bit as he began to make his way to the archives, figuring he could use one of the dataterminals there to read up on current events.
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Post by Kaesh on Jun 12, 2013 13:19:14 GMT -8
Cosette on her way into the temple as her shuttle had just arrived, was in such awe that she did not realized the foot traffic around her. Looking at the temples construct, Her personal Shoto sabers affixed to holsters on the back of her belt, the aspiring padawan in the midst of her excitement she accidentally bumped into Atton and fell backwards onto her butt, her robes a mess.
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Post by Atton Kaelan on Jun 12, 2013 19:38:24 GMT -8
Atton stumbled backwards when the Zabrak apprentice bumped into him, though he managed to keep his balance despite the fact that he really hadn't been paying attention to anyone or anything around him. The Knight looked down to see who it was he had bumped into, and he saw a Zabrak female, a learner judging by her attire."Sorry 'bout that. Here."He reached his hand down to help her up."You all right?"
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Post by Archetheus on Jun 15, 2013 13:29:15 GMT -8
He would eventually reach the main entrance to the Jedi temple. He pictured the small Jedi master he once knew as the young Jedi Knight he use to be. Standing there beside one of the pillars in the main hall, he'd approach him, though he did not greet Yol-KI Re'll. Immediately Archetheus raised his hand and focused on its neck, using force choke to watch his former friend squirm and suffer. ~Where were you when the Brotherhood murdered me and my pregnant wife, WHERE WERE YOU OVER THE LAST HUNDREDS OF YEARS WHILE I SLEPT, FROZEN FOR YEARS. ~
Remember now, this WAS NOT actually happening. Just a thought that crossed his mind and like a civilized man he spotted his former friend and approached him without speaking a word. A Jedi Master with Eight hundred years under his belt would not deny the possibility of a human man showing up with revenge on his mind hundreds of years later. The Old Jedi smiled faintly, it was good to know he was alive, it made Yol-Ki a bit emotional, Archetheus was once a dear friend to him.
Much anger i sense, though i feel your intentions to question me outweighs other intentions...that have crossed your mind. Archetheus looked down to him like he was the better man. He merely starred at him but something rattled his emotions within, he was shocked that his feeling of anger and revenge were disappearing and something had arisen. Thoughts of the good old days. Still, he was quiet. Walk with me, my old friend. You deserve answers, long overdue answers.
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Post by Archetheus on Jun 15, 2013 14:15:14 GMT -8
They'd reach the end of the Entrance hall to the inner Temple. They stood there, both their minds weathered by time. Though not physically, in Arc's case. They were both here once before, hundreds of years ago in the same spot they stood right now. Two of them, much less boring like they were now. Archetheus had been thinking this and Yol-Ki sensed this memory lingering in his mind which made him laugh slightly, Arc chuckled then crossed his arms. We've let politics and war get the best of us I fear. Though after he lightened up a bit, the feeling passed him by and the smirk straightened out.
Was this about to turn ugly? Former friends attempting to suffocate a huge problem they currently have, with Arc, it was not working. It couldn't, every time he got lost in thought or when he closed his eyes he could hear his murdered wife cry out. See her face, her hand reaching for his. He had to face it, he was broken inside. His emotions had shattered into a million pieces. His personality plied apart like two hands reaching in his head and messing with him. They could feel the sudden silence of thought, Yol-KI sighed and looked down. I know we can never return to the past. Though it is possible to fix the present for a much easier future.
It irritated Arc, that Yol-Ki was trying to avoid giving him answers. He knew that Arc would not take an apology, but what he knew, is that Arc would probably not understand what had happened all of those years ago. Answers, Yol-Ki. Right now.
The sun upon the horizon had suddenly turn dim when clouds covered it's light. He turned to his old friend, the only friend he had left in this galaxy, in fact the only person he knew right now. The question Arc had on his mind was, is it worth ending a friendship when odds are, his friend could not do what Arc expected of him. And so you will have the answers you've seeked out. He turned to Arc, looking upon his curious face. Eight hundred years is a long time, a very long time even in my lifetime. When i was young, when we were young I could of done anything I set out to do. You must understand when i joined the Jedi Order i took an oath. To serve the force, to keep balance. I spoke the Jedi code, we both did. Though the moment we became Jedi Knight I knew then and there our paths would go each way, do not think I expected this. Do not assume I let it happen. When you married her, your life became shrouded. You left the Order, blind by emotions you ran away with her. Understand the years that followed, I had my head in books rather then towards the skies. You understood my path back then, so understand it now.
Yol-Ki knew Arc had already guessed this was the answer he was going to receive. He did not say anything, he looked back towards the darkening skyline above galactic city and thought about what he heard. Maybe i knew you were going to say that, i just needed to hear it. He thought of his former enemies, and his murdered wife. ...what do i do now. What can i do even after everything has been taken away from me. I am lost.
Yol-Ki looked to his friend. Something that is lost, will always have the potential to be found again. He looked away yet again. Perhaps what you fear the most can be turned into a chance, a path to salvation. Time is what you fear, time is one thing that cannot be stopped or changed. What you need is in fact time, take this new chance to go find yourself. But remember this my old friend, it is never to late to become a Jedi once more.
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Post by Archetheus on Jun 15, 2013 14:47:30 GMT -8
Or perhaps I'll force you to watch as I slaughter every one in this hall. A darkness Yol'Ki could not sense had shown itself, a faceless evil inside of Archetheus that just peeked out from behind his eyes. It would be interesting to watch a wise Jedi Master fall apart. He glared down at his old friend when suddenly he covered his mouth. What did i just say.
A new realization had just arisen. Yol-Ki suddenly knew he was by far, much more dangerous then he originally appeared to be. WHAT WAS IT? He sensed no evil, he could only see it, and hear it leak from Arc's mind. He looked at his friend. I've endangered everyone by coming here..I'm sorry, old friend. Arc stepped back, turned and began running back to the hanger bay in this temple. Yol-Ki starred to him.
Finding yourself has never been more important then it is now, torn in two your mind has. May the force be with you old friend. The Sky was growing dark, Yol-Ki had grown sad once he realized if he'd known what had happened to his mind, he would of ended Arc to protect everyone here. And Arc, ran. Fearing what he'd turn into, he ran from everybody. Isolation is what he thought he needed, from the galaxy.
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Post by Kaesh on Jun 18, 2013 17:29:16 GMT -8
Atton stumbled backwards when the Zabrak apprentice bumped into him, though he managed to keep his balance despite the fact that he really hadn't been paying attention to anyone or anything around him. The Knight looked down to see who it was he had bumped into, and he saw a Zabrak female, a learner judging by her attire."Sorry 'bout that. Here." He reached his hand down to help her up."You all right?"
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Post by Atton Kaelan on Jun 18, 2013 19:21:59 GMT -8
Atton nodded as the Zabrak girl introduced herself, not surprised to see her so distracted by the architecture. Most first time visitors to the Jedi Temple were usually left in awe, and he had been no different back in his Padawan days. Of course, that all seemed like it had been so long ago.
He smiled a little as he introduced himself."Atton Kaelan. Old Knight arrival. Heh heh."He smirked at his own little joke. He shrugged."Well...not old...ah never mind.He rolled his eyes at himself and decided to change the subject."Feel like a tour? I haven't been here in awhile but I bet I still know my way around."
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Post by Kaesh on Jul 16, 2013 7:23:59 GMT -8
Cosette looked up at him as she picked up her books that had spilt out of her bag.
"I would love a tour!"
She says with excitement in her voice. As she picks up the last book she presents Atton with a friendly smile.
"I must apologize, its just this temple is so, so beautiful I got lost in it."
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Post by Atton Kaelan on Jul 16, 2013 19:04:33 GMT -8
Atton couldn't help but smile a little at this girl's enthusiasm as she quickly picked up the books that had been spilled when she had run into him."Well all right, then. Let's see if I remember my way around this place."
The Knight shook his head when she apologized. Even if Cosette hadn't been paying attention, neither had Atton, and of course the result had been a collision. One lost in amazement, the other nostalgia. It made him chuckle a little bit as he replied."No need to apologize. Let's just make sure we both pay a bit more attention to our surroundings, eh?"
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Post by L???? ?o R?? on Sept 5, 2013 7:32:10 GMT -8
Proceed, Yama, you are cleared for landing.
The words of flight control still ring in my ears as I peruse my way in low altitude flight along the gigantic city of Coruscant. Following the ship's navicomputer coordinates to the appropriate sector to find the Jedi Temple, I had been substantially disappointed to find out that there was no free landing for spacecraft this close to the Galactic City downtown. So, I now am forced to set the Yama down in one of the seediest-looking places I've ever come to terms with. Annoyance flickers through my mind at the likelihood of someone trying to loot the blasted thing. But at least it is a free lot. We want to avoid frivolous expenditures, despite the fact that I am wealthy. Does this surprise you? Well, have you heard the time-honored adage, 'Screw the rules, I have money!'? 'Screw the rules' is an equivalent phrase to 'I can do what I want', or, more to-the-point, 'I'm free'. Whence comes the freedom? Quite evidently, from money. By comparison to the Sith Code, which we accept to be rigorously and fundamentally true, freedom stems directly from power. Therefore, we prove the other adage, 'Money is power', and indirectly show that we should not waste money. After all, one does not expend one's full power to kill a whelp, as it demonstrates a lack of awareness and a lack of respect for one's own strength; instead, we use only as much as we need. Why use Force Storm when Force Choke is sufficient and easier? And in the case of money, we thereby prove that being conservative is better than being extravagant.
Still, being cheap has its ramifications, too, and in this case it's that we have an hour-long swoop ride ahead of us to get to the Jedi Temple. This inconvenience is compounded by the fact that it is late afternoon, and everyone is commuting from work to their residences. Rush hour in Galactic City is not like rush hour anywhere else. For instance, you know that changing lanes is difficult enough. On Coruscant, it is worse: because in addition to merging from the left and the right, people are also merging from above and below. Air traffic jams should never happen, they are always the result of someone being stupid, but on a planet of one trillion beings, idiots are unfortunately in no short supply. At least we are on swoop bikes, which take up less space and are more maneuverable than airspeeders. So more than once, Aire and I take some risky chances to get around dozens of these idiots. But to what end? The traffic jams are so bad that shaving a few minutes here and there makes little difference in the long run, it's still what turns into a one-and-a-half hour flight to the Jedi Temple.
As we park our bikes in the public lot, I grab a ticket and make a mental note to have this validated so that I don't have to pay when it comes time to leave. Then, it's a long, long walk up the Processional Way and then all those stairs leading to the Temple Main Hall.
"These are the same steps that, many decades ago, Darth Vader walked up as he led a division of clone troops to affirm his defection from the Jedi Order and apprenticeship to Darth Sidious. Of course, even from such a devastating catastrophe, the Jedi managed to recover, in time...still, walking here has the irrevocable sensation of absolute purposefulness to each step that we take."
"..."
Aire was silent, but I knew that she felt similarly. Her steps were in unison to mine, her position two steps higher than me, on my righthand side. And with Freedom, my duster coat, weighing on my shoulders as if the very incarnation of the responsibility of my duty here, swaying lightly around my calves with each movement of my body, with Trogdor in its two halves sheathed inside the coat, with Crisis holstered at my left side, I could not help but sense it in my bones, too. This must have been exactly how he was feeling as he crossed the threshold between Anakin Skywalker and Darth Vader.
Arriving at the top of the stairs, in unison we stop and wait at the entrance for whomever would come to greet us, and welcome us into the Temple campus.
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Post by Garrek Kanos on Sept 12, 2013 10:09:21 GMT -8
Garrek Lars Kanos.
Originally from the Conclave on Felucia, he was here on Coruscant as somewhat of an exchange student, or at least that was what Master Alora told him. Little beknownst to him, it was by her recommendation to the High Council for him to transfer, for two reasons...although one more prominent than the other. While he was an astute artist and dancer they hoped to use in festivals and shows they held at the Galaxies Opera House, the Council had asked Master Alora for the best candidates to help protect and defend against possible Mandalorian and GALSAF attacks.
Garrek was her first pick.
His piloting and driving skills were unmatched due to his keen sense of precognition. And having been taught lightsaber combat under Grandmaster Skywalker as a Padawan and Journeyman in Yavin's Praxeum, his pedigree was among the higher calibur in Felucia. He even made a name for himself with the local Felucian tribals, intermittently taking trips to their hub to spar against them, simply to gain experience in engaging abstract styles of combat. While he slacked a bit in his studies and classes, he left the largest impression on the administering Masters.
He was sad to leave the Conclave. It had become his home, and had the best vast backyard any grown 'kid' could have asked for. But Alora had convinced him that he could return after his two-year term at the Temple was completed, having made a name for himself on the Holonet, and possibly having done his part in the Mando/Jedi war.
Garrek had never feared the idea of going to war. It was daunting, sure; but if the war was justly staged, then that was that. It was the smaller scuffles that tended to bother him. They felt more personal and much heavier. It didn't matter if it was a thug or miscreant with no regard to life and no sense of conviction. You take someone's life point blank like that, it weighs on you pretty good after it's said and done. But this war with the Mandos...Garrek wasn't sure what to think in terms of resolution. Wars only fed Mando "resolve," whether they lost or won. There's no talking reason with them, it would seem. At least not on such a grand scale. Jedi Knights are protectors first, soldiers last. It was a simple matter of self-defense. He, along with most other Jedi, probably figured they'd remind the Mandalorians why they SHOULDN'T attempt wiping them out, to encourage them to reconsider ever attempting this type of feat again. If it was a power game, and the Mandos are as hellbent as audaciously attacking Jedi Enclaves and congregations, then the Jedi had no choice. It was quite simple. It wasn't "Kill or be killed" to Garrek. It was more like..."Be killed or kill." If that makes any sense. Even the slightest change of mental framework makes all the difference in the world.
The glorious cityscape of Coruscant behind him, glistening in the auburn sunset, Garrek ascended the massive steps of the Jedi Temple.
Approaching the protocol droid stationed behind a podium just inside the Temple proper's treshold, Garrek handed his ID datacard to the droid, who then processed him in a matter of seconds, as the details of transfers were mostly handled before the actual arrival.
-=Temple Protocol Receptionist=-
"Welcome to Coruscant, Knight Garrek. Here is your acclomated ID and your itinerary syllabus." A softer masculine tone tinned out the small mouthpiece speaker as its hand arose from behind the podium to offer Garrek the datapad, which he took.
He smiled cordially, and proceeded inward to the grandiose halls of the regal estate.
So different from the Felucian Conclave. It made his home Temple look more like a retrofitted bunker. It was a multiplex, but this...
...Statues of age old Jedi Masters as various in ethnicity as size and number. Causeways wider than streets in the Lower City that were stilted by marble pillars on both sides. A gratuitious amount of space on the lower terrace, more pillars connecting high arches along the inner sanctum below. And this palace is where Garrek would be LIVING.
Arriving at the main lift area on the opposite half of the main causeway, he thumbed the call button and stepped inside. Rising to the residential block, he had already figured, however..
"...Felucia will always be home, I suppose."
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Post by Horan Cold on Nov 16, 2013 14:00:49 GMT -8
After landing down in the city he knew just where to go. The temple could be seen from almost anywhere in this area, a beacon of light amongst this center of corruption that is Coruscant. He walked up towards the temple entrance then entered deeper into the building.
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Post by Kel'Al Raganella on Nov 17, 2013 22:06:07 GMT -8
Jedi Knight Jordan Halcyon descended the hallowed steps of the Jedi Temple's main entrance at a rate just slightly above that of his normal casual walking pace. His thick black hair rippled slightly as the turbulence from a passing airspeeder washed over him, but the young Jedi barely blinked his deep grey eyes. He had been assigned to an important task as a liaison between the Republic and a Sith warlord who had appeared rather suddenly in orbit and demanded a meeting. Jordan knew that this was a duty which would ordinarily have been given to a more experienced Jedi, but with the Mandalorian War raging in the Outer Rim, the Jedi Order was becoming stretched, and so the important diplomatic matter had fallen on his twenty-five year old shoulders.
He glanced down self-consciously at his green robes and the hilt of his brilliant blue saber for reassurance as he reached the base of the stairs, then began to scan the chaos and crowds of the crowded Processional Way for an available airspeeder for hire. Not that he could depart yet. He was still waiting for the ambassador to send him a location.
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Post by Syren on Nov 23, 2013 12:38:21 GMT -8
*Syren looked at the address on the datapad. This was presumably the place she was supposed to be. The cabby said something in Huttese and she turned back to pay him.* "Thanks for the ride, slick." *The dug shrugged his shoulders and growled something about a wimpy tip before lunging back into the stream of air cars circling the temple.
Syren gazed up at the building wondering why it had a vague familiarity to it, as well as a feeling of the utterly bizarre. She shook her mane of shaggy green hair, took a deep breath that immediately fluttered the gill flaps at her neck, then took steps towards the door. The long edges of her Reek hide coat scuffed gently across the floor. She would have been easy to spot as she walked through the door, green hair, stark white skin with traces of blue, dull red-orange coat.
She became wary as she made her way across the atrium, eyes roving across the entrance hall and the people passing by. That familiar feeling was nibbling away at the back of her minds, but she could not place whether she had been here before or not.* "Well, it is Coruscant, maybe the ostentatiousness of the city is just in here as well." *She muttered to herself, but knew that this was not the answer.*
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Post by Syren on Nov 23, 2013 15:59:20 GMT -8
*Syren approaches a protocol droid near the turbolift doors. She taps the metal man on the shoulder then takes a half step from the "abomination."*
"Oh my! Greetings! I am C4G6, human cyborg relations. How might I be of service to you?"
*Syren looks the droid up and down trying to read something that cannot be read. She has experienced many droids, but they are just empty to her. She looks puzzled for a moment, so the droid decides to try another language. Syren lets out a short bark of laughter and tries to emulate a calm down gesture, by placing a gloved hand gently on the droid's shoulder.*
"I am sorry, C4G6," *she says in accented Basic. The accent is thick, but not enough to make her words difficult to understand. They sound thicker than normal, but fluid.* "I am unused to your species, and you feel so strange I always must take a moment to investigate you." *She offers the droid a smile, then asks a question,* "would you be able to direct me to the council? I am here under the direction of a master who once told me to come to the Jedi council if I ever was ready to train as a Jedi."
*The droid raises its arms and shouts,* "Wonderful!" *The droid's face remains expressionless but the tone of his vacabulator seems to change, if the change is only slight.* "Oh my." *Says the droid, seeming to sober.* "The masters are going through special negotiations today. I do not know if they will be able to meet with you at present." *It lowers its upper body as if seeming to say it has failed in its function, but then jerks back suddenly raising an arm in the air once again.* "But I can take you to the council chambers! Perhaps, when the councilors are done with their deliberations they will be able to see you. I am merely a door greeter and directory, I am uknowledgable in what they do in the council chambers, or on all of the protocols of new initiates."
*C4G6 concludes and Syren nods with approval. She was not sure about protocols either so she let the droid lead the way. Should there be appropriate protocols for initiates, she hoped that she would meet someone knowledgeable about them on the way to the council chambers. She and the droid move into the waiting turbolift and head up to the Council Spire.*
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Post by Deleted on Nov 25, 2013 8:10:27 GMT -8
If anyone noticed Mike Hamish as he entered the Jedi Temple, they probably put it out of their mind immediately. The short human was so painfully unobtrusive that even those consciously searching for him had difficulty. Hell, if he wasn't careful, people in the middle of conversations with him would often forget who they were speaking to. It wasn't until about ten years ago that a Jedi had begun to suspect that Mike's ability was a result of the Force. Whereas most beings project an aura of sorts that reflects their mood and the like, Mike's aura was more like a chameleon's skin. It was constantly changing to adapt and match the feel of the room, and made it very difficult to pick out his presence from the clutter. Add that in with his painfully unobtrusive appearance and a wardrobe that seemed to blend in almost as well as his presence, and you had a man that could walk into any bar in the galaxy and never get served.
Mike, a freshly minted archaeologist, was delighted to finally have an explanation for the phenomenon. In exchange for some basic training in the use of the Force and in self defense, he had been more than happy to use his skills for the benefit of the local Jedi temple. Fast forward to the present, and he was now granted the provisional rank of Knight. His temple had received word that the Jedi were electing a new high council, and that there might be a use for someone with Mike's talents. And so, tearfully, they bid him farewell and sent him off to the sparkling opulence that was the Jedi Temple.
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