Her conversation with Zekk had been unsettling. Apparently there were things that happen in the coming years that Tenel Ka would have never thought possible. Maybe Zekk had a fall... or he was sick. These things couldn't be true, could they? Jacen did seem a little distant during the briefing, but quite Jacen when they talked in the corridor.
She sat at one of the long tables in the cafeteria, sipping a glass of water. She hadn't eaten anything in almost 24 hours and her hand was shaking as she lifted the drink to her lips.
Zekk was wrong, he had to be.
Ben couldn't remember when his parents had landed on Coruscant, but he guessed he must've been asleep.
He also couldn't remember why the dormitory level looked like this, but maybe they were decorating some stuff. That probably explained why there were ladders outside his parents' apartment, and the walls were plain ferrocrete, and the kitchen was tiny with just one table and a single droid for staff.
It didn't, however, explain why he couldn't find any nutripaste anywhere in the entire Jedi Temple.
Thus, a small and grumpy eight-year-old boy, with little-to-no Force presence, wandering the halls while he tried to find his way back to a set of turbolifts that actually worked.
Siri was bored. She'd figured out what was going on, at least to a certain extent, but now she didn't know what to do about it. It didn't help that she couldn't find any Council members or Masters or anyone who might be able to tell what to do. She didn't want to be whiny, but she was still a Padawan, and she shouldn't have to deal with situations like this on her own.
But of course that was extremely whiny, which was what led her to wandering around the halls looking vaguely displeased.
HEY GUYS.
So we (Polly and I, with Heather's help/permissions) have made a chatroom where you can go at any time on AIM and hang out...as long as other people are awake/in there/want to talk to you/etc :| Anyway it's at galaxywide on AIM, and you can always IM me if I'm on (@wires going in) and get me to invite you!
Hope to see/talk to y'all soon. :3
Kyle & Polly ♥
Tenel Ka Djo was staring out of one of the picture windows overlooking the city. Something had been going on around the Temple but she wasn't sure what yet. Tahiri had been acting odd, there were rumblings going around of someone dressed like Darth Vader roaming the halls and she swore she had heard people yelling about being chased by the dead.
Peering up and down the hallway now though, it was empty. That was also a little disturbing. Usually there were people everywhere. Students running up and down the halls, meetings going on in the rooms, even workers fixing up the Temple after the war. There was always noise, always something.
But now there was just the sound of her breathing.
Now that we have stuff up and running, we can take a couple minutes out to introduce ourselves -- basically what characters we play and all that jazz. So respond with your OOC/regular journal so we know who you are, haha~ ;D
And anyone can post in this thread - meaning if someone joins the game in a couple months, they can come here and let everyone know who they are!
Mara jostled her toddler son on her hip, trying to quiet him as she read the readouts on repair efforts in the still-overgrown parts of the Temple.
The past few days had been odd, what with the way Zekk had acted, and the reports of...rather random sorts popping up throughout the Temple. Including, if she chose to believe her husband (which she usually did, but right now it was just too weird), Darth Vader.
Ben tugged at her tunic and started to chew on it, before bopping her in the nose with his toy X-Wing. "Oh, shhhh--" She broke off the curse word and sighed.
Tossing the datapad on the nearest table, Mara walked out of her office and into--
There was a young, red-headed teenager standing in the middle of the fountain room, her lips pressed together tightly. She's already seen Jedi that she had known when she was younger, but younger even still. Which was really a bit odd.
Allana shoved her hands into the pockets of her pants, chewing her lip as she watched the water. Then, she whirled around and sat down on a bench, looking kind of pouty.
Well, he certainly hadn't been on Coruscant in a while. In fact, he thought he'd almost recovered from losing it (it had been very, very difficult, like having his heart ripped out), but to have his feet back on the very planet he'd been born of and on was.. bizarre, nostalgic, terrifying. He wasn't supposed to be here. He couldn't be here.
Especially not in a temple that had been ripped down, that shouldn't even exist right now.
No one he knew was near him: a strange notion, almost liberating. No guards, no nothing. He might have almost been any young stranger if not for the rankless black uniform and the neatly-bandaged injuries that might never heal. It was annoying, really, having always to do things this way. He'd often thought that it might be nice to be able to heal in a bacta tank once in a while.
.. Strange, there are definitely other Imperials nearby, he can tell. What reason would they really have to be in the Jedi Temple? It was like asking to be caught, wasn't it? And how had he been brought there? Surely it wasn't Skywalker's doing. The last time they'd spoken, it had been-- cordial enough. Why would he or any of his new Jedi bring him to Coruscant, anyway? Still, he couldn't think of anyone else who'd have the power to do it.
"--Skywalker, if this was your doing, we're going to have words."
She had been so prepared for the future. Jacen was doing so well and everything that he was doing was so right for the Balance. And it had fallen to her to help him. Helping him hurt Leia and so much of the Balance was making sure that woman suffered for everything she had done. Alema had tried to dance, she'd tried to remember how things had been before, the Force Phantoms weren't enough anymore. All she had now was her memories and serving the Balance. She was very sure of course that the balance would not be served by her waking up in the one place she felt least safe. The Jedi Temple.
The people there were familiar to her. Some of them at least, and others seemed suprised to see the state she was in, disfigured and hidious. Not the beautiful Twi'lek they had known. She had pulled herself from their memories and moved on. A shadow in the walls. That was how she would have to remain.
"This is not possible" she muttered, not for the first time. "This is not our path. There is no Balance in this."
tired