Jamel Croko'yn
Jan 8th, 2003, 12:27:24 AM
The Novice, a brown haired weird eye colorized human boy, no older then 14, named Jamel Croko'yn, native of Lok. The boy had went through many things in the previous week, such as attaining the goal that he and many other canidate novices had during their time at the Jedi Temple, to become a Padawan. He had departed from his Master though, but of course not permantly. Their where things he needed to do in the tide of space, the sparkling stars that rose only to watch their seekers at night, that involves his past.
Jamel wasn't the one in a conversation to first talk of his past, actually he was the total converse of such a man. He hated his roots, and everything that were even congruntly relative about them. The hardened times of thralldom had haunted him like no other, and many Padawan-Jedi-Seekers noticed that. It was something they didn't want to touch, they felt as though the high molocharn was also a signal that he would seek the path of the former great Jedi, Anakin Skywalker--but yet that wasn't the case. His emotional instabilty was a reason to keep your mentality toward him in such an ignorant state, but it was only the shell that seperated him from that of reality.
He loved the void of the Jedi Temple, he didn't really ever want to leave it, the only thing that he fascinated about the galaxy was the missions, and being on the run to help others out of a prediciment that was much of his own. Reality had the burden of his past, and the sense of darkness in all things had been seen to early in his life for him to trust. It was hard to with-hold the Jedi Code, they had words so simple to say, but so hard to follow. The positive men and women of the Jedi Order, no past of burdens, hatred, or even troublesome touches of shadows had nothing to worry about in their time of the Jedi Padawanship, but their where so many things flashing before your eyes, seeing so many things on those missions, and helping so many people. You saw the rotten pain in people, and at times you could even absorb yourself and relate. You fell weakened by this, and you would fall gradually to the Dark Side.
Those were stories that Jamel was told, and he didn't want to be that idiotic bafoon who fell to the Darkness, archieved that power that he had seeked in his life and turned it against the very person who taught him. His Master, all the Masters infact would be in danger if such a boy with great talent and possibilties gained it through different measures.
Anxiety
While these things went through his mind as the boy walked to his ship that he had attained during his canidancy, and sat in for a comfortable nap instead of his quaters, he felt something strike through the Force. He was very congruntly skilled like that of Anakin, though his emotional view was extremely different. He could see so many things before they happened, immeditately previous, or even weeks away. Disturbances in the Force were also another thing that he could feel, it was some-what of a parellel ability in the Force as futuristc visage. Gritting his teeth, he watched as it passed through his mind like a hologramic image on a holo-pad screen.
Pirate Attack
The boy didn't take another thought, and he reached for the control panel and began inputting hte coordinates for his transporting arrangements. The ship's glass window sled over his head, and inclosed him within his seating in the battleship. Placing his hand on the hologramic screen he widened it out for him to find the coordinates of Lok on the New Republic Mapping. Placing his hand upon the dot, he punched it into the system and the ship was manually levitated off the surface. Floating over the foundation, like a ligtning bolt charging, and striking down upon the world, it abruptly rushed to the heavens and out into the stars.
In the Stars
His registration at the "Hyper-X Company" which security guarded the premises, and checked out those who went out and off the planet's foundation. Giving them his credits he was on his way to a hyperspace gate-way. The weirdly colorized ship was placed into the circular item, and after the ring absorbed the saved arrangements, it was sent off through the stars that gleamed about him. Lingering into a slubmer, the boy fell into a deep sleep..
Darkness
Clouds
Heavens
Shadows
Dreams...
Nightmares!
Jamel wasn't the one in a conversation to first talk of his past, actually he was the total converse of such a man. He hated his roots, and everything that were even congruntly relative about them. The hardened times of thralldom had haunted him like no other, and many Padawan-Jedi-Seekers noticed that. It was something they didn't want to touch, they felt as though the high molocharn was also a signal that he would seek the path of the former great Jedi, Anakin Skywalker--but yet that wasn't the case. His emotional instabilty was a reason to keep your mentality toward him in such an ignorant state, but it was only the shell that seperated him from that of reality.
He loved the void of the Jedi Temple, he didn't really ever want to leave it, the only thing that he fascinated about the galaxy was the missions, and being on the run to help others out of a prediciment that was much of his own. Reality had the burden of his past, and the sense of darkness in all things had been seen to early in his life for him to trust. It was hard to with-hold the Jedi Code, they had words so simple to say, but so hard to follow. The positive men and women of the Jedi Order, no past of burdens, hatred, or even troublesome touches of shadows had nothing to worry about in their time of the Jedi Padawanship, but their where so many things flashing before your eyes, seeing so many things on those missions, and helping so many people. You saw the rotten pain in people, and at times you could even absorb yourself and relate. You fell weakened by this, and you would fall gradually to the Dark Side.
Those were stories that Jamel was told, and he didn't want to be that idiotic bafoon who fell to the Darkness, archieved that power that he had seeked in his life and turned it against the very person who taught him. His Master, all the Masters infact would be in danger if such a boy with great talent and possibilties gained it through different measures.
Anxiety
While these things went through his mind as the boy walked to his ship that he had attained during his canidancy, and sat in for a comfortable nap instead of his quaters, he felt something strike through the Force. He was very congruntly skilled like that of Anakin, though his emotional view was extremely different. He could see so many things before they happened, immeditately previous, or even weeks away. Disturbances in the Force were also another thing that he could feel, it was some-what of a parellel ability in the Force as futuristc visage. Gritting his teeth, he watched as it passed through his mind like a hologramic image on a holo-pad screen.
Pirate Attack
The boy didn't take another thought, and he reached for the control panel and began inputting hte coordinates for his transporting arrangements. The ship's glass window sled over his head, and inclosed him within his seating in the battleship. Placing his hand on the hologramic screen he widened it out for him to find the coordinates of Lok on the New Republic Mapping. Placing his hand upon the dot, he punched it into the system and the ship was manually levitated off the surface. Floating over the foundation, like a ligtning bolt charging, and striking down upon the world, it abruptly rushed to the heavens and out into the stars.
In the Stars
His registration at the "Hyper-X Company" which security guarded the premises, and checked out those who went out and off the planet's foundation. Giving them his credits he was on his way to a hyperspace gate-way. The weirdly colorized ship was placed into the circular item, and after the ring absorbed the saved arrangements, it was sent off through the stars that gleamed about him. Lingering into a slubmer, the boy fell into a deep sleep..
Darkness
Clouds
Heavens
Shadows
Dreams...
Nightmares!