Zakatiel Rhinehart
Dec 2nd, 2002, 11:20:41 PM
*Tripping over a droid, Zakatiel almost falls down the boarding ramp of the frieghter he had just ridden on. Catching himself on the hydrolic ramp brace at the bottom with a spare hand and stopping his abrupt fall. Standing back up, he turns and waves a cheerful goodbye to the captian of the ship before heading into the city looking for food and fun.
Ship Hopping was always an adventure for Zak. He had started when he was younger, escaping a Coruscant which fell under Imperial dictatorship. Not that he didn't mind imperials, its just that they seemed always stuck up about one thing or another. He had heard again that the Imperials had fallen, or raised again, he had lost track, and frankly didn't give a flying pile of Poodoo. So, Zakatiel returned to his birthright among the stars, and anyway, being a traveler of the hyperspace lanes felt good. But every once in awhile, the ship he was on would deposite him in a place which felt totally alien. This was one of those places... From what he heard from the captain, this was the Jedi Homeworld, and it showed. The place just felt wrong, everyone was just to, nice. Far different from the Imperial controlled worlds which ruled with fear. Zak could understand fear, he could understand anger. But this, this joyus feeling, this feeling of content was utterly alien to the young man. He started feeling jittery, anxious, and, looking at an some sort of squat aliens, itchy. Pushing past a group of Bothans, in which Zak frowned at, he finds himself at the enterance of a Bar. Well, not just a bar, a Bar and Grill. Grinning, for he hadn't had good food in ages, Zak enters the bar, looking for some grub.*
Ship Hopping was always an adventure for Zak. He had started when he was younger, escaping a Coruscant which fell under Imperial dictatorship. Not that he didn't mind imperials, its just that they seemed always stuck up about one thing or another. He had heard again that the Imperials had fallen, or raised again, he had lost track, and frankly didn't give a flying pile of Poodoo. So, Zakatiel returned to his birthright among the stars, and anyway, being a traveler of the hyperspace lanes felt good. But every once in awhile, the ship he was on would deposite him in a place which felt totally alien. This was one of those places... From what he heard from the captain, this was the Jedi Homeworld, and it showed. The place just felt wrong, everyone was just to, nice. Far different from the Imperial controlled worlds which ruled with fear. Zak could understand fear, he could understand anger. But this, this joyus feeling, this feeling of content was utterly alien to the young man. He started feeling jittery, anxious, and, looking at an some sort of squat aliens, itchy. Pushing past a group of Bothans, in which Zak frowned at, he finds himself at the enterance of a Bar. Well, not just a bar, a Bar and Grill. Grinning, for he hadn't had good food in ages, Zak enters the bar, looking for some grub.*