Dago Ni
Nov 21st, 2004, 11:23:11 AM
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Flight A-13806 from the Pacanth Reach, Outer Rim, lumbered towards Coruscant, its passengers and crew eager to escape the cramped and claustrophobic confines of the tiny civilian vessel they found themselves in. Being that the craft had departed from a relevantly quiet corner of the galaxy, it would have been logical to assume that there were no more than a handful of people on board. The truth, however, was quite the contrary. Thanks to a number of stop offs on the way to the hub, the shuttle had picked up a motley crew of passengers, all hoping to hitch a cheap ride to the center of the universe.
There was at least one, though, who had been there since the beginning. Sandwiched between a restless Ugnaught and a family of Wookiees, Dago Ni had travelled all the way from Bunduki, having been the first to board the then empty ship a little over two weeks ago. In spite of the long length of his journey, and the poor conditions he had been subject to, he was no less enthusiastic about his journey than he was when it began. It seemed like only yesterday that he had packed his bags and set off to Aslaja spaceport.
Many had said that he was foolish to leave. A student of the art of Teras Kasi, Ni had studied under a handful of the finest warriors that Bunduki had to offer, yet was not content with his lot in life. To him it appeared that his studies alone were fruitless. For all he and his peers were capable warriors, their talents were rarely used. Instead of turning their hands to deserving deeds, they spent their time with their heads buried in books, memorizing stance after stance, technique after technique.
Finally, Dago decided he’d had enough. As a child, like most young boys, he had heard stories of the Jedi Knights and their exploits throughout the galaxy. It seemed to him that they above all others had found a worthy purpose in life. After acquiring a small number of texts on their history, and devouring them in no time at all, he had made the decision to travel to Coruscant to the now only known temple of the Jedi Order.
“Good afternoon, this is your Captain speaking. If all passengers could please secure their safety belts for landing.”
Jostled back and forth by those on either side of him, Dago struggled to clip his restraint in place. Once secure, he sat back and returned his gaze to the view port ahead – the window that looked down on Coruscant in all its glory. He had heard so many stories of Coruscant, of the veritable melting pot of people and cultures that it was, that he was eager to see the city for himself. His thoughts moved on then, as the shuttle rocketed down through the planets atmosphere, to the pristine white spires of the Jedi temple.
As he and the other passengers filed out into the busy spaceport, his heavy travelling bag slung over one shoulder, his thoughts returned to the present. Looking around, he saw all manner of alien species, each more unusual than the last. There was no native culture on Coruscant, though, so in the end everyone – even he himself – looked alien. Now and then, he could hear snippets of conversation, over the din, and many of them were in languages that he could not understand. Luckily, however, one voice speaking in Basic stood out. Pushing his way through the crowd, past a party of Bothans, he found himself face to face with a well-built humanoid in leathers.
“Excuse me.” Dago, while able to speak perfect Basic, did so with a slight accent. “Do you know where I can find a map? I’m looking for the Jedi Temple.”
Flight A-13806 from the Pacanth Reach, Outer Rim, lumbered towards Coruscant, its passengers and crew eager to escape the cramped and claustrophobic confines of the tiny civilian vessel they found themselves in. Being that the craft had departed from a relevantly quiet corner of the galaxy, it would have been logical to assume that there were no more than a handful of people on board. The truth, however, was quite the contrary. Thanks to a number of stop offs on the way to the hub, the shuttle had picked up a motley crew of passengers, all hoping to hitch a cheap ride to the center of the universe.
There was at least one, though, who had been there since the beginning. Sandwiched between a restless Ugnaught and a family of Wookiees, Dago Ni had travelled all the way from Bunduki, having been the first to board the then empty ship a little over two weeks ago. In spite of the long length of his journey, and the poor conditions he had been subject to, he was no less enthusiastic about his journey than he was when it began. It seemed like only yesterday that he had packed his bags and set off to Aslaja spaceport.
Many had said that he was foolish to leave. A student of the art of Teras Kasi, Ni had studied under a handful of the finest warriors that Bunduki had to offer, yet was not content with his lot in life. To him it appeared that his studies alone were fruitless. For all he and his peers were capable warriors, their talents were rarely used. Instead of turning their hands to deserving deeds, they spent their time with their heads buried in books, memorizing stance after stance, technique after technique.
Finally, Dago decided he’d had enough. As a child, like most young boys, he had heard stories of the Jedi Knights and their exploits throughout the galaxy. It seemed to him that they above all others had found a worthy purpose in life. After acquiring a small number of texts on their history, and devouring them in no time at all, he had made the decision to travel to Coruscant to the now only known temple of the Jedi Order.
“Good afternoon, this is your Captain speaking. If all passengers could please secure their safety belts for landing.”
Jostled back and forth by those on either side of him, Dago struggled to clip his restraint in place. Once secure, he sat back and returned his gaze to the view port ahead – the window that looked down on Coruscant in all its glory. He had heard so many stories of Coruscant, of the veritable melting pot of people and cultures that it was, that he was eager to see the city for himself. His thoughts moved on then, as the shuttle rocketed down through the planets atmosphere, to the pristine white spires of the Jedi temple.
As he and the other passengers filed out into the busy spaceport, his heavy travelling bag slung over one shoulder, his thoughts returned to the present. Looking around, he saw all manner of alien species, each more unusual than the last. There was no native culture on Coruscant, though, so in the end everyone – even he himself – looked alien. Now and then, he could hear snippets of conversation, over the din, and many of them were in languages that he could not understand. Luckily, however, one voice speaking in Basic stood out. Pushing his way through the crowd, past a party of Bothans, he found himself face to face with a well-built humanoid in leathers.
“Excuse me.” Dago, while able to speak perfect Basic, did so with a slight accent. “Do you know where I can find a map? I’m looking for the Jedi Temple.”