Nothing Better To Do (open to Jedi)

[Je'gan Olra'en]

Wasn't Coruscant lovely at twilight? Certainly, the fading sun increased the beauty of landscapes everywhere, but here on this world in particular it was something special.

Je'gan Olra'en sighed slightly, craning his neck over the railing on which he leaned, to stare down at the endless black canyon below him. Someday he'd like to go down there, look around; so much scope for the imagination.

His gaze shifted back up, and he turned to the side. The Jedi Temple wasn't too far away; beyond doubt it was one of the better-looking structures he'd seen since his arrival. Even with his connection to the Force stifled, he could almost palpably feel the beauty and grandeur of what it symbolized.

"Always liked pretty things," he murmured to himself, mind flitting between mountain landscapes and supernovae and a hundred other manifestations of nature's beauty.

Some things were more important, though...

[Time]

Tyme had a long day at the temple. And as usual, after a rough day he would go out into the Corusant twilight towards a bar to relax. And since he wasn't all that acustomed to the hard mental and physical work and training that is done at the temple, he relaxed for longer and longer each night.

Of all of the planets he had been to this was one of Tyme's favorites. The place was bustling with activity day in and day out. Tyme walked alongside a railing with his head down and hands in his pockets, thinking to himself about the things he had learned throughout the day.

Walking in this fashion wasn't always a great idea out in the crowded Corusant night, because moments later he ran right into another man leaning against the railing. Tyme fell onto his back and rubbed his forehead.

"Ack," He made a noise as he fell back.

[Je'gan Olra'en]

Je'gan's hand lashed out, snatching the man by the upper arm and stopping him dead in midair despite the apparent frailty of his physique. Thin, yes; weak, no.

"Careful, friend," he said politely.

[Time]

Tyme had expected to hit the ground, but this man had un-natural reflexes.

"Wow, thanks man... You're quick." He said, for lack of better convorsation. There was something dark about this man, it was in his eyes. Tyme tried to look past it and not be so rude to stare.

[Je'gan Olra'en]

"It's what I do," he said flippantly. "My line of work more or less requires it."

[Time]

Tyme raised his eyebrow.

"And what line of work is it that you do..." He replied suspisiously.

[Je'gan Olra'en]

The young man smiled disarmingly.

"I'm a Sith. You?"