Feliciana Devano
Apr 7th, 2003, 03:45:17 PM
Perhaps it was a bad idea, but the days events would come and go whether or not Feliciana stepped into Master Yoghurt's Bar and Grill again. This would be her fifth visit to the establishment -- and for some reason, she knew it would not be her last. The woman stepped past the guards and reluctantly handed over her lightsaber. From past experience she knew it was a bad idea to carry an excessive amount of weapons in here, for she would take more time unloading them than she would enjoying a drink. So this day, she carried but her saber and for the first time in a long time -- she felt naked without it. Pushing her long black hair out of the way to rest upon her back, the woman began the search for table.
It did not take her long to find an empty seat, but it took her a minute or so to reach it. The task of pushing through crowds of Jedi made the Darksider feel slightly sick, but she pushed the feeling out of her mind and dealt with it. The black robes upon her body clung to her figure tightly and though she held the security of a hood, she chose not to wear it and instead, all could see who she was. The woman's cherry red lips curled up into a smile as she sat down in the shadows and set her elbows upon the table, steepling her fingers as her bright cyan blue eyes began to search the faces of those around her. Just as she was drifting off into thought, a service droid rolled up to her table with a few beeps and whistles.
"I'll take a flask of Corellian Whiskey."
She ordered and the machine rolled away to fulfill her request. Again, the Dark Jedi Knight drifted off into thought, thinking of those Jedi she had come in contact with -- one being a friend from her first few days as a Darksider -- that was Jedi Knight and Council Member, Navaria Tarkin. Another was a Jedi Master she had encountered in a battle. Never had she laid eyes upon his face, but she would always remember his presence and the feeling of his signature in the Force. "Someday I'll find you and thank you." She told herself, recalling the man's mercy upon her. Still to this day she did not understand it, and for once, her mind was open and she was willing to understand why she hated the Jedi so much -- maybe it was because she was taught to. "This doesn't change anything, maybe I'll come to like them -- a little, but I won't be one." She reckoned with herself and decided that this day she would not leave until she had an answer that satisfied her.
It did not take her long to find an empty seat, but it took her a minute or so to reach it. The task of pushing through crowds of Jedi made the Darksider feel slightly sick, but she pushed the feeling out of her mind and dealt with it. The black robes upon her body clung to her figure tightly and though she held the security of a hood, she chose not to wear it and instead, all could see who she was. The woman's cherry red lips curled up into a smile as she sat down in the shadows and set her elbows upon the table, steepling her fingers as her bright cyan blue eyes began to search the faces of those around her. Just as she was drifting off into thought, a service droid rolled up to her table with a few beeps and whistles.
"I'll take a flask of Corellian Whiskey."
She ordered and the machine rolled away to fulfill her request. Again, the Dark Jedi Knight drifted off into thought, thinking of those Jedi she had come in contact with -- one being a friend from her first few days as a Darksider -- that was Jedi Knight and Council Member, Navaria Tarkin. Another was a Jedi Master she had encountered in a battle. Never had she laid eyes upon his face, but she would always remember his presence and the feeling of his signature in the Force. "Someday I'll find you and thank you." She told herself, recalling the man's mercy upon her. Still to this day she did not understand it, and for once, her mind was open and she was willing to understand why she hated the Jedi so much -- maybe it was because she was taught to. "This doesn't change anything, maybe I'll come to like them -- a little, but I won't be one." She reckoned with herself and decided that this day she would not leave until she had an answer that satisfied her.