SGC and the Force

Chapter 3: Jedi in a Strange World

As Brandon walked through the bustling streets of Coruscant, he wondered how best to approach meeting the people around him.
Maybe the best way is to find other Jedi,
he thought.
Reaching out with the Force, he began searching for their presence. Jedi were scattered throughout the city, but the energy he felt from the Jedi Academy was the most powerful, the strongest connection to the Force. It made sense — it was there, after all, that the heart of the Jedi Order could be found.

Arriving at the Academy, he was greeted by a Jedi Knight
standing in for Ituor.
"I am Master Jedi Mel Amada. What can I do for you?"
she asked.

Brandon introduced himself, explaining his purpose for being on Coruscant.

"It's good to meet you, Padawan Brandon,"
she replied with a warm smile,
"Master Sam mentioned you were coming. Please, come inside.
Let me show you around."
She led him through the halls, introducing him to the
other Jedi Masters, telling them about his arrival and his mission.

As they continued walking, Brandon spoke up.
"Master Mel, while I'm here, I thought it might be helpful to mingle with the people here. It would allow me to learn more about the environment and the culture." He paused before continuing, a bit hesitant.
"The problem is, I don't really understand what to do. The culture here is so different from my own, from Earth. It feels like I'm the black sheep among a sea of white ones."

Mel considered his words carefully, then replied thoughtfully,
"If you stand out that much, then let the people come to you.
I'm sure someone will be curious to learn more about who you
are and where you're from. Sometimes, it's best to let them
make the first move."

Brandon raised an eyebrow.
"An interesting idea. So, all I need to do is walk around,
allow myself to be seen, and eventually, someone
will approach me?"

Mel smiled.
"Exactly. If nothing happens, at least you'll get a
better sense of the area."

Brandon nodded, grateful for her insight.
"Thank you, Master Mel. This has been helpful."

She led him to the main entrance of the Academy.
"If you need anything else before Master Sam O'Neill arrives,
please don't hesitate to ask. May the Force be with you."

"May the Force be with you, too,"
Brandon replied, before stepping out into the wide
streets of Coruscant, ready to begin his journey.

The cityscape of Coruscant buzzed with endless activity, a symphony of sights and sounds that overwhelmed and fascinated Brandon Bowers as he wandered through its bustling streets. Towering skyscrapers stretched toward the heavens, their spires adorned with glowing advertisements in every imaginable hue. Ships of various sizes zoomed past in carefully regulated traffic lanes, their engines humming or roaring faintly overhead. The air was alive with energy, a pulse that resonated through the Force, both invigorating and exhausting.

As Brandon strolled along, he marveled at the diversity of life around him. Humans, Twi'leks, Rodians, Bothans, and countless other species mingled together, each absorbed in their own tasks. A Mon Calamari vendor offered brightly colored fruits from an ornate stall, while a nearby Ithorian played a soothing melody on a traditional wind instrument. Beside a glittering fountain, a group of children — of mixed species — chased one another, their laughter ringing out like a beacon of innocence amidst the urban chaos.

He stopped to observe a procession of Falleen diplomats, their stately movements and elegant robes exuding an air of quiet power. Not far away, a pair of Aqualish argued loudly with a merchant over the price of droid components, their gruff voices carrying over the din of the crowd. Brandon paused, intrigued, as a Togruta street performer twirled flaming batons, her movements as fluid as the Force itself.