Beginning (man I suck at titles)

[Darial Alimas]

Darial Alimas stepped out of the transport and thanked the pilot. He hauled a worn duffel bag out behind him and swung it onto his back. The young man turned around slowly taking everything in.

"Wow." he breathed, in awe. All of a sudden someone pushed by him roughly, sending the duffel into a puddle and simultaneously splashing muddy water on Darials simple clothing. He spread his hands apart and looked at his tunic in disgust.

"Great." he mumbled to himself. Sighing, he lifted the dripping bag up, keeping it at a distance so as not to get even more wet. He glanced around, looking for a cafe. It had been quite a while since he'd eaten

[Xazor]

Xazor was out walking as she usually did at this time of the day when she spotted a stranger, fumbling with his bag and having a hard time. She smiled to herself and approached him with a bow.

Greetings friend, may I help you with something?

Xazor asked brightly, hoping she can help this stranger in his troubles.

[Nash Stolar]

occ: I will get to this one when I think of something to say to give an offical welcome... Or Nav will... Or Sage. Who ever gets first I suppose.. <img src=http://www.ezboard.com/image/emoticons_classic/smile.gif ALT=":)">

[Xazor]

OOC: okay, just thought I'd say something. <img src=http://www.ezboard.com/image/emoticons_classic/smile.gif ALT=":)">

[Sage Hazzard]

Sage watched from atop a speeder. He sat comfortably on the hood, overlooking the scenery.

As he saw the man being pushed rudely he focused his attention on the aggresor, who was walking gruffly down the road.

"Hmm..." ever being one to right wrongs, he reached out with the Force.

Darial felt his clothes moving, as well as the duffel bag. They shook violently, all doings of the Jedi Master. Now particles of water and dirt seemed to float through the air, excaping the man. He suddenly felt dry, and completely clean, as he was.

Sage appropriately placed the dirt and water molecules on the rude one, who pushed Darial in the first place. He soon noticed his clothes were dripping wet, and as filthy as Darial's had once been.

His next duty was to wave his hand casually through the air, indicating his Force doings. The man felt a warmth engulf him, an inviting peace. He was no longer hungry, the feeling excaped him. Although his body still needed food, he didn't feel the discomfort.

The Jedi Master hopped off his speeder. The other man would never know who did these kind things to him, and that was how Sage wanted it. He didn't want or need thanks. He approached him however, to satisfy a curiosity.

"Good day, sir. Might I be so bold as to ask why you have visited this humble place?"

[Darial Alimas]

OOC: Shazbot! EZboard cut off my post! There was like three more paragrapghs to it....ahh well...

IC:


Darials attention turned from his suddenly dry clothes to the man before him. He smiled cheerfully.

"I'm in search for the Jedi-- I am hoping to train as one. But I'm sort of lost...this is a large city, beautiful though. You wouldn't happen to know where I can find the Jedi do you?", before the man could answer Darial stuck out his hand, "Where are my manners? I'm Darial Alimas."