Devon Russels
Nov 22nd, 2004, 11:09:14 PM
The darkness of night consumed the world, only the lights of the megalopolis shining through the high-wired, urbanized and artifical city. The faces changed more than the speeds of the traffic in the skylanes above grounds on the diverse world. An intermix of aliens, commoners, buisnessmen, administrators and all types of people soared the sky and walked the surface of the zenith of urbanization. Very few galatic gems match the radiance and pure beauty of the shining planet. Even from afar, in space, one could notice the billions upon billions that stretched along it, with lights that circulated numerous parts. Envy seemed to shine through the real and hyper space, the eyes of the rest of the galaxy targetting on the one single orb.
Coruscant
Numerous important figures called the place home, from the Jedi Council's Master Jedi Yoghurt and Figrin D'an to the very Chancellor. The place was a haven for all capitol. Everything was of significance, even the numerous scoundrels that scavanged about the lower sectors in cantina.
Yet, in these lower sectors, even though on the very planet The Greater Jedi Order was based, there wasn't a frequency of them as much as C.S (Coruscant Security) about. Even the new managed to stay away, most uncertain about really what the lower areas were about, much less safe.
However, there was a new day in Devon Russels. He had been down there before, on only one single proir occasion, and felt a night on the town wouldn't do too much harm, especially after all the training he had been doing. He had always been told that all work and no play made someone dull and he knew he wasn't that kind of person. Laziness had before been one of his highest priorities, but now, it was far different. In turn he had to supress that urge to relax and hang about like some animal, but he couldn't resist the chance to see more of Coruscant.
Heading about, his hands in his pocket, he could feel the smooth artifical breeze run through. The fact that it was fabricated didn't make it any the more less fulfilling to feel the nice touch of it hitting the back of his neck and Jedi attired body. He had grown comfortable to his new attire, though at first skeptical.
Though he did know that he stood out in the midst of the dark and weird colors of inhuman and humans alike down, deep in the Coruscant streets. Yet, very few stared, for after a moment of gaze one could notice he hadn't even a weapon on him.
He was still a nobody.
Coruscant
Numerous important figures called the place home, from the Jedi Council's Master Jedi Yoghurt and Figrin D'an to the very Chancellor. The place was a haven for all capitol. Everything was of significance, even the numerous scoundrels that scavanged about the lower sectors in cantina.
Yet, in these lower sectors, even though on the very planet The Greater Jedi Order was based, there wasn't a frequency of them as much as C.S (Coruscant Security) about. Even the new managed to stay away, most uncertain about really what the lower areas were about, much less safe.
However, there was a new day in Devon Russels. He had been down there before, on only one single proir occasion, and felt a night on the town wouldn't do too much harm, especially after all the training he had been doing. He had always been told that all work and no play made someone dull and he knew he wasn't that kind of person. Laziness had before been one of his highest priorities, but now, it was far different. In turn he had to supress that urge to relax and hang about like some animal, but he couldn't resist the chance to see more of Coruscant.
Heading about, his hands in his pocket, he could feel the smooth artifical breeze run through. The fact that it was fabricated didn't make it any the more less fulfilling to feel the nice touch of it hitting the back of his neck and Jedi attired body. He had grown comfortable to his new attire, though at first skeptical.
Though he did know that he stood out in the midst of the dark and weird colors of inhuman and humans alike down, deep in the Coruscant streets. Yet, very few stared, for after a moment of gaze one could notice he hadn't even a weapon on him.
He was still a nobody.