I'm a Jedi Padawan... oh wait, I'm not. No Master will pick me.
I'm the fabled "Weakest Jedi."
My connection to the force is so below-average I can barely muster a force-push.
My only powers include limited force-sense and basic enhancing of my phy...
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3rd Person
Compassion is the envoy of balance... love without condition, without ownership.
An unshakable tenant of the Jedi code.
Compassion is a sturdy shelter... a tender refuge, cradling all who seek solace from the galaxy's storms of cruelty.
And much like shelter... even Jedi need it.
(y/n) POV
We flew through the atmosphere, and I laid eyes on a free galaxy.
Distant stars urging me to go farther...
Astral staircases demanding that I climb higher...
The cosmic force enveloping me, brushing over the surface of my skin...
'May the force be with you.'
For so long I despised ever hearing or saying that phrase, my distaste for it having only simmered recently.
Others heard 'good luck' or 'safe travels,' while I heard 'do better.'
It almost felt like a personal insult sent from the force itself. A taunt directed at my weakness.
Like dangling s treat above an infant Tooka cat, its mangy fur sullied by Coruscant's soot-coated innards, but never allowing it to sink its teeth into the morsel.
"Mmmmmmmmmmm..."
Our cruiser hummed as its arrowhead-shaped bow peeked out of the atmosphere, the specters of millions of stars settling contently around the hull.
The Absolute rose into higher orbit,andCoruscant's chains of gravity fell away one by one.
Master Gallia, Burst, and I each took a moment to watch the departure from a hangar, all while occupied with our own activities.
