Garik Loran
Jan 20th, 2002, 05:06:45 PM
<Garik strides down a long hall filled with memories. Several Jedi look his way or give a respectful nod, but none speak>
<Garik comes to the familiar door to where he spent so much time. He palmed the door release and opened the door to find.......everything as he had left it. The quiet stillness in the air told Garik that noone had been here in some time. The small kitchen still contained the bowl of scented herbs he left, their smell had long sice diminished. He looked upon the table that contained his holo viewer. On the table was a peice of parchment, hand written was the note. It pained Garik deeply to touch it, he knew well who it was from. He went to the closet where his wardrobe was kept. He peeled out of his travelling clothes and bathed himself quickly. The proud warrior sighed deeply as he looked upon his fondest possesions. Slowly with much remembrance he donned his black and red ceremonial armor. Tight fitting and very light, it would stop all but heavy blows from a lightsaber.>
<Garik grabbed his extra lightsaber........stood thoughtfully beside the table, and then put the note inside his robe pocket.>
"Yes dear, I know" he said with a sad smile.
<Out the door and through the hall into the night the proud warrior went.>
<Garik comes to the familiar door to where he spent so much time. He palmed the door release and opened the door to find.......everything as he had left it. The quiet stillness in the air told Garik that noone had been here in some time. The small kitchen still contained the bowl of scented herbs he left, their smell had long sice diminished. He looked upon the table that contained his holo viewer. On the table was a peice of parchment, hand written was the note. It pained Garik deeply to touch it, he knew well who it was from. He went to the closet where his wardrobe was kept. He peeled out of his travelling clothes and bathed himself quickly. The proud warrior sighed deeply as he looked upon his fondest possesions. Slowly with much remembrance he donned his black and red ceremonial armor. Tight fitting and very light, it would stop all but heavy blows from a lightsaber.>
<Garik grabbed his extra lightsaber........stood thoughtfully beside the table, and then put the note inside his robe pocket.>
"Yes dear, I know" he said with a sad smile.
<Out the door and through the hall into the night the proud warrior went.>