Serena Laran
Jul 18th, 2005, 11:04:48 PM
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I have been on this planet for many years. It is known to the Empire as RX-271, but to it's people it is called Dhomanda A'lainn. The Beautiful World.
I have set myself apart from the people, not willing to risk implicating them in my so-called crime of being a trained Jedi Knight. I lack for nothing that I need, and help the Roghnófar Daoine as much as I dare. They call themselves the Chosen People, although chosen for what I have yet to discover. They are ignorant of the ways of the galaxy, primitives in the eyes of the Imperials who have founded an Outer Rim outpost on their unspoiled planet.
But they have a glorious and unspoilt heritage, steeped deeply in the land they have populated. They are noble, although they know nothing of Basic, or hyperdrives, or Jedi.
I have pledged my life to protect them from losing their innocence. For now, the Imperial fort has encroached little upon the Chosen People, doing business with a select few from the many caers around their fort.
I live in the foothills of the Cos Bhriste Mountains, the Broken Leg. My home is in the forest, and the forest provides all I require for survival. I use my knowledge of healing to help those that come to me seeking help. I have been blessed by the Force with visions that have helped villages to survive natural disasters.
I have lived in exile on RX-271 for over twenty years. I was on a humanitarian mission to the Outer Rim at the end of the Clone Wars, and I recieved the transmission from the Jedi Temple. Both of them. I fled to this nameless planet, hid my ship from all who would find it, and abandoned my name. To the people of Dhomanda A'lainn I am known as ise nach sláinte, or banfáith.
I am Serena Laran, Jedi Knight. I am nearing my forty-seventh year of life. When I was but two years old, I was taken to the Jedi and taught the ways of the Force. I have ever upheld the Jedi Code, and protected the helpless.
I will remain in exile until it is the will of the Force that I leave this planet.
I have been on this planet for many years. It is known to the Empire as RX-271, but to it's people it is called Dhomanda A'lainn. The Beautiful World.
I have set myself apart from the people, not willing to risk implicating them in my so-called crime of being a trained Jedi Knight. I lack for nothing that I need, and help the Roghnófar Daoine as much as I dare. They call themselves the Chosen People, although chosen for what I have yet to discover. They are ignorant of the ways of the galaxy, primitives in the eyes of the Imperials who have founded an Outer Rim outpost on their unspoiled planet.
But they have a glorious and unspoilt heritage, steeped deeply in the land they have populated. They are noble, although they know nothing of Basic, or hyperdrives, or Jedi.
I have pledged my life to protect them from losing their innocence. For now, the Imperial fort has encroached little upon the Chosen People, doing business with a select few from the many caers around their fort.
I live in the foothills of the Cos Bhriste Mountains, the Broken Leg. My home is in the forest, and the forest provides all I require for survival. I use my knowledge of healing to help those that come to me seeking help. I have been blessed by the Force with visions that have helped villages to survive natural disasters.
I have lived in exile on RX-271 for over twenty years. I was on a humanitarian mission to the Outer Rim at the end of the Clone Wars, and I recieved the transmission from the Jedi Temple. Both of them. I fled to this nameless planet, hid my ship from all who would find it, and abandoned my name. To the people of Dhomanda A'lainn I am known as ise nach sláinte, or banfáith.
I am Serena Laran, Jedi Knight. I am nearing my forty-seventh year of life. When I was but two years old, I was taken to the Jedi and taught the ways of the Force. I have ever upheld the Jedi Code, and protected the helpless.
I will remain in exile until it is the will of the Force that I leave this planet.