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| The Return Trip; Coruscant - Private | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: Oct 21 2011, 02:56:54 PM (95 Views) | |
| The Marx | Oct 21 2011, 02:56:54 PM Post #1 |
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Coruscant loomed large in the view port of the old Imperial era shivering shuttle, a ball of shimmering lights and changing color. The dented, beaten up shuttle that had seen many betters days slowly tilted downward and headed towards the planets surface. It shuddered, shivered and shook as it headed down into the atmosphere. As it moved into a docking bay the landing struts groaned as they extended and the entire ship seemed to heave a sigh of relief as it finally came to rest. The ramp lowered squeaking filling the small docking bay. The heads of the mechanics turned as the sound of boots walking down the ramp rang loudly throughout. The man that descended the ramp looked much like the shuttle, his younger days far behind. His robes were worn and faded. His clothes beneath them plain and unassuming. His face was wrinkled and scared a large bushy mustache billowing down from his upper lip. The mechanics almost thought they could hear the mans joints groaning as his shuttle had. But he walked with purpose, his back strait and his eyes held forward. Eyes that spoke of a proud, calm, unbending man. Despite a life lived with hardship, despite over 60 years of life he was strong. He was a man sure of himself and sure of his purpose. The mechanics eyes shifted sticking on the silver and black tube that swung at his side. He quickly stood and stammered. "M-master Jedi welcome to hangar C of docking bay 78 mid level Coruscant." "Not Master, just Marcus." "Oh um alright. We don't get many Jedi down here they usual use the Temple's hangars." "I prefer a smaller local docking bay and I don't plan to stay long." Marcus took a few cred chips out of his robes and tossed them at the young human. "Take care of her." "Yes, yes sir." Marcus cracked his knuckles and got to walking. He wasn't a young man, he hadn't been in a very long time. He took a deep breath as he walked into the cool crisp night air of Coruscant. He wrinkled his nose. He much preferred open spaces, with towers and cities all around he felt trapped. He had never felt at home on Coruscant even as a young Jedi. This was the first time he had set foot on his planet in over a year and then it was only for a day. Long enough to check in at the Temple pick up a new mission and head out again. He been to Dantoonie, Tatooine, Naboo, Endor, Kashyyk and all manner of planets in the outer rim while away solving all manner of problems. That was what he liked best, where he was best. He wasn't any use in the Temple walking the halls or behind a negotiating table. He was a good at helping people and solving problems, he never saw any point in staying one place to long. He could count the people that truly knew him on one hand, and they knew this was how he was. Everyone else saw him as a lonely stubborn old man and that was just fine by him. Every time he walked through the Temple halls it seemed he knew less and less people but he would always be the same. Making things better one planet, city, town at a time. At least that was what he hoped. This was the first time in 20 years he had been called back to the Temple. Not since the fall of Jacen Solo had be been asked to return. As far as he knew there was no imminent doom threatening the Jedi, at least nothing this much younger excitable generation couldn't handle. All he had was cryptic message from the Temple informing there was a matter in which his experience was required. He couldn't imagine what that was. He'd never had a Padawan and most of his experience involved galactic warfare. He liked his life and he didn't want it to change. His feet carried him swiftly towards the Temple and before long he strode up the large imposing steps into the main hall. He walked slowly towards a room that was never used but he knew was waiting for him just the same. In wing off to the side the door with the Jedi Marcus Vor beside it slid open. If the air wasn't filtered it would have been stale, if the room not always cleaned dusty. There were two pieces of furniture in the room, a desk and a bed. He sat down at the desk and waited. Whoever had summoned him would know he had arrived and then he would find out his fate. Until that time he would simple wait. |
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| Jean | Dec 22 2011, 05:32:06 PM Post #2 |
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