Novice in Amble (Open)-Done-

[Jamel Croko'yn]

Jamel had targeted no paticualry sight, or building in his flee from the Jedi Order's building, but he wanted a time to himself, to expand on thought. He had only managed few escapes from the temple, and he needed to see the other lifestyles, and jewels of space.

In the Coruscant streets the boy walked slowly, his hands under his cloak which hung a hood over his head, hiding his presence from aquantints, or spy's who would follow any who had fleed the Jedi Order in attempt to consult, and devour them. It wasn't very paticular to who it would defend against, but it was paticulary made for defensive purpose on his part. Cautiously he pulled his hand down closer to his lightsaber at his waist, safely covered under his cloak as he entered the lower quaters of Coruscant. They were known to him to be the point where more criminal minded beings reside in await for anything, and the poor citizens who couldn't barley feel the heat of thes un at the height of the morning.

The Jedi Novice walked into a shop, pondering on the amount of credits he had gained in his time in the Jedi Order. They normally didn't throw them out to that of his age, and rank, but he did get a few from those who had found it fitting at the time, specially during his time on his field trip to Corellian at a younger age. Searhing the store for any objects that would be interesting to buy, or maybe ediable items that he would need on his trip through the area. Finding a few fruits, he payed and was out to the heigher quaters of the planet, the higher buildings where he could probably sit down for a minute before he continued his aimless journey.

He had liked the world which he lived in so far, but he knew that their were the lights, and they were the regions of darkness thorought all planets, and he never left his guard down, but never was found as suspucious. He was only bowed to in respect by many, Jedi's were special in New Republic Galaxy, no matter creed.

Seating comfortablly at a bench near a ship selling headquater, he began reaching through his basket of fruit. Biting into what he thought to be the best of the bunch, he leaned back in relaxation, and took in air.

"What a fine night.." He spoke in whisper to himself, looking to the stars which glistered above, sparkling in happiness at him. He was in glee at the moment, and he hoped this would last for the rest of his time out in the open.

[Jamel Croko'yn]

The Novice finished his food quickly, and quietly without disturbance to any of the customers who had been observing ships, and items for them. Jamel grabbed the basket and walked toward the path of the carriage speeders. Their drivers waited impatiently for those that would come for their need. Many large company stores did manage carriage speeders at their place, collecting the money through their company and paying the funds out, gaining more credits then a usual company on a less populated city. Jamel, interested in a less physically tiring transportation, headed to the closest of the cabbies, and interupted his relax position with a tap of the speeder frontier. Opening his eyes, the man quickly looked about in confusion, catching the sight of his customers he slowly caught his composure.

"So, may I venture to your control. I am heading for.." The adept stopped at that point, his mind suddenly wondering to a landmark, or place where he could venture freely on foot through restuarants, or clubs of some rubbish. The boy caught an idea, and his eyes light up, directing back to the driver as he continued, "Go to the lower sector, near the night clubs. I would like to take a stroll."

The driver approved and opened the door with a click of his finger on the cockpit handles. Jamel jumped in and the speeder was off in the rumble of traffic, swerming and driving through so he could land where at the pacific point immeditately and gain his credits. Landing slowly and carefully before the most popular night club that the man knew of, he opened the door as he had previously. Waving the boy on, he gained his credits and was on.

Strolling along the solid foundation, the Jedi Apprentice canidate observed his surrondings during his action. He saw the flashing advertising lights that shined above, and the amusing clubs which had many creeds within. It was amazing how much he didn't know of a planet that he was on for a hand-full of months. He didn't understand really why they didn't allow them to come out when they were superior to a possible enemy, but that was their cautious perspective that probably infected their views.

Changing his path, the adept headed into the club, looking about him cautiously, wandering his eyes to the many creeds. He reached into their souls like death itself, and scanned it for danger, or evil. It was the sense of the Force which allowed him to do such a thing, but he didn't manage to do it in a matter of seconds, it was a thorough thought process, and during it he took a lean against the bar. His small bodily proportion stood out amoungst the tall, adult community. His rough, brown colored over garment drapping along the ground as he asked for a water, opposing the thought of ale and achologic beverages which were popular in the lower sectors society.

Novice he was, and he was unclear about his surrondings true depth as well. Many criminal minded fiends stared at him in suspucious, as their lips were carressed by their lushes tongues. They wouldn't like anything more but to strangle this Jedi goodie-to-shoe.

He was here for some reason they all thought as one as their stares became darker by the dawn of another moment.

The boy could sense the disturbance in the Force clearly, but he kept cool posture, as fear was a cousin to the Dark Side, and a presence that would make the anger, and attack of the enemies more present. He would have to slyly make his exit, or action would have to take an immeditate jump into the void of reality, instead of the throb of thought in the boy's head. The crafty novice slugged the water from side-to-side in the glass, as his eyes wandered swiftly like the water from each side of the room. Slamming it down, he payed his credits pronot, and headed toward the door.

Exiting with a cunning smile coming to his face as a mission was well-down. Abruptly a signal of displeasurment breathed upon him as the wind rushed pass the dark, and gloomy sector. It was the feel of danger dawning on him like the horizion never seen in these parts. It was a gun to his posterior, seconds from taking a jump through his interior and out the foward way.

Obeying the forceful physically expressed indication, he gestured his hands up. Thinking quickly, he used the telekentics of the Force which binded all things to one, his lightsaber flashed up into his right hand, horiziontally motioning from his belt upward. Clutching tightly onto his weaponary, a grimacing over-coated frown came to his face as he swirled stealthfully about. His lightsaber emited with a blue flash, and a hissing sound roaring from it. Cutting through it's path as the wielder continued to spin circularly around, the arm of his enemy was dispatched followed by an itense agonizing shriek.

The Jedi Adept jumped back quickly and felt the burn of a laser piercing his skin. It didn't enternally injure him, but it scaved his shoulder and it left a painful sting. Fighting thorugh the pain, he dashed forward the one who wielded the blaster, he sliced at the man's blaster, cutting it, meanwhile disabling it from blasting action.

Jumping up with the help of the Force he pushed off a wall of a building, and was upon a small crevice on a building the reached the heights of heavens. He grimaced at those who stood fearfully, and cautious at the door way, still unknowing of his arrangements. Leaping off slyfully, he aimed fro the highest of buildings in the plains, maybe there was better life on the higher sectors..

[Jamel Croko'yn]

Jamel Croko'yn had managed to reach the building he had found fitting for this moment, but he wasn't truly assured himself where he was to go now. Glancing around confusedly, he stopped immedately as the code of the Jedi was pronounced in his head. Knowledge, he would have to follow that rule at that present time or he could be in the same spot the whole night.

Turning himself about, he thought thoroughly on the placement he was in Coruscant, then remembered this was the more trading & resturant friendly area, with less danger as more politicans came here for brunch, or just to see the sights. He was wondering if he would bump into a Politican on his venture, but if so, the Force would be his guide.

Heading down the path, he placed his hands under the sleeves, raising them as if crossing his arms, and ambled down the path. His hood was held over his head, hopping that he wouldn't find danger, but it was always possibility, and he wouldn't want to be seen before that dangerous being, or danger was to come, and he could come silently and attack, or save the area from some sort of bombarding pain.

[Jamel Croko'yn]

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