Jacen has been on Zonama Sekot for a few days now, but he still can't get enough of it: the thousand exotic scents he can't quite place, the pollen drifting about lazily in the air, the knee-high grass swaying in the breeze, all the new species of flora and fauna, the deep blue sky. Even the fronds that had crept up the landing struts of the Jade Shadow, which have been preventing them from leaving, are a wonderment, as well as the constant pressure he can feel in the Force, pressing into his thoughts like what a body might feel if submerged into the depths of the ocean.
Life. Just... so much life.
The Ferroans have been elusive, and the Jedi have been patient. Well, they've had no choice but to be patient, really, having come all the way to the Unknown Regions to seek out the living planet, in the hopes of finding answers and a way to win the war against the Yuuzhan Vong. But while they've been welcomed (sort of) by the planet's native inhabitants, they've been made to wait in a village, housed in mushroomlike habitats with rough and rubbery walls, and doorways and windows that were rounded as though they'd been grown rather than cut.
He's sitting cross-legged in the middle of a clearing shaped like a large bowl, eyes shut as he meditates. He could feel the planet's presence in the Force everywhere — around him, above him, even beneath his feet in the underground chasms. In fact, he could almost swear he's heard something... from the rocks.
[ The first thing he's aware of is that everything aches, like being trampled by a bantha. Breathing hurts, mouth feeling dry and throat abraded- a sensation that isn't foreign, but it's one he hasn't had familiarity with in a very long time. It's also pleasantly warm, bordering on uncomfortable. When he manages to crack his eyes open, he's very nearly blinded by the bright, mid-day sun, and he raises an arm to block its path. Very slowly, he sits up and gathers his bearings, tapping into the Force to guide his senses. He's in an outcropping of stone, the beginnings of a desert valley and the speck of a farmland in the distance.
With a deep aggravation he hasn't felt in a while when thinking about a particular place, he comes to a grave conclusion as to where he is. It can't be anywhere else, really. It's a place that will always be considered home despite how much he years to shrug it from his shoulders and forget it entirely.
Tatooine.
His scowl deepens and his brows furrow together as he tries to piece events together on how he ended up planets away with no recollection of it.. He'd been speaking with Chancellor Palpatine, the only person who seemed even the least bit interested in speaking to him, letting him voice his worries about his own path and the nightmares that continued to plague him that everyone insisted would pass. It never felt like they did, and it only served to cause greater anxiety to sit within him and further obscure the clear path he should take. The Counsil didn't take him seriously- wouldn't even grant him the title of Master, while also letting him in.. only for his purpose being to spy on the one person who seemed to be offering any sort of guidance.
There's a frustrating lack of information between then and waking up discarded in the sand on a planet that should be out of sight and out of mind. Standing up, he staggers for a moment and pulls his hood over his head to block the scorching sun from his face. Each begrudging footstep leading him toward a farm that would hopefully have some sort of means for communication so he can at least try to get hold of Obi-Wan or Padme.
The closer he gets to the modest farm, the more his heart sinks. There's no sign of life. At all. He can't sense anything or anyone with the Force, and it feels like another stab in the back. It doesn't deter him, only fills him with a grim determination to try and figure out exactly what his location is and find a means of transport or communication. The front door opens with ease, and he lets himself in. ]
Hello? Anyone?
[ He waits a few seconds and is only met with more silence. Well, he announced his presence, he can't be faulted. There's little in the small home to really give him an idea of where he is- whoever had lived here or lived here and was out clearly didn't want to be found.. An offshoot of the home offers something with a bit more interest to Anakin- a pile of unused parts and a broken droid of some sort. It's little more than an alcove where a speeder or spare tools would be kept, but it will keep the sand out of his work.
..Well. Time to roll his sleeves up and at least try, right? ]
[ As far as he was concerned, every single planet that only harbored sand should be destroyed. It offered no life worth living. Thankfully, when he voiced his opinion to the Emperor, it was met with amusement. His personal feelings on the matter held no weight when his Master wanted something. Which was why he was on Jakku. In the middle of nowhere. With sand whipping about and getting absolutely everywhere.
Force, he hated sand.
The Observatory looked on the outside like it hadn't been observing much by way of company for quite some time. Then again, sand was a deceitful thing and could make even a freshly-walked path look unbeaten. It will work to his benefit. Getting in was just as easy and the stale air that greets him is promising. The likelihood of having to kill scavengers or whatever beasts have made the observatory their homes is winding down to a halt.
His footsteps echo down the corridors as he searches for what the Emperor said would still be found deep within. He's grateful that he decided to go alone despite his Master's wishes. He's more than capable and anyone else would slow him down and be a liability should something arise.
Rumors stated that the mask of Darth Bane was within, and Palpatine wasn't without his frivolous collections.
As he's searching, he senses something. No, not something. Someone. Someone strong in the Force. Not yet, but perhaps... It had been quite some since he'd felt someone like that, and it intrigued him. Even if it were a Jedi or someone looking to take down Darth Vader, they'd be no match for him.
Stalking back down the halls, he abandons his search for the moment. ]
Han Solo had likely been gambling his whole life, Rey couldn't tell for sure but she certainly got the feeling that the man was no stranger to risks, and this time, perhaps, it had paid off abundantly. For better or for worse, he and Leia had their son back, and Rey seemed to be caught in the whirlwind of this unexpected but not undesirable turn of events. She came in tow with Han when they'd brought Ben, Kylo, whoever he was to see his mother, and somehow got stuck tagging along after their happy family reunion. She kept her distance, observing what an actual family dynamic looked like in an almost academic and faintly envious light.
Rey kept to herself as the days passed. She corresponded with Finn every so often but he wanted details of what was happening between the former First Order poster child and his parents, and Rey had none to give him. What she did have however, was ample hours in the day to kill, and she spent them in the surrounding forests of the planet Han had brought she and Ben to to reunite with Leia. Vegetation was something that was very much new and wonderful to Rey, and she was happy to have trees to climb and birds to stare at.
And then there were the fish. She’d only seen fish in reference holocrons in the terminal that had taught her everything she knew about the galaxy away from Jakku, but those had been terrifying examples. The ones she was peering at now, at the edge of a small stream were little, multicolored, and more focused on moving through the water rather than devouring anything or anyone. It was childish perhaps, but she still tried to catch one or two in her bare hands, watching as their luminous little bodies evaded her grasp. Rey pulled her hands out of the water, vividly recalling the slippery feel of the fish she’d come so close to grabbing onto and shook her hands, sending water droplets every which way. She was certainly a long way from Jakku, and for the time being it was easy to stave off the feeling of panic that would ordinarily bring out, the fear that at long last her family would come back for her and she would not be there.
Instead Rey let herself enjoy being far away and in such contrary surroundings, it was easy to pull her thoughts out of the Jakku desert when moss was so soft and touchable. It was a small matter to not dwell on the endless days and nights spent waiting for someone who’d yet to arrive when she could instead let her fingertips trace along the lines of the petals on a big flower that hung from the tree beside her. She could disappear into these trees forever, she thought, and in that moment, it would be okay.
[ Poe Dameron was - interesting. He was easy to feel at ease around and Rey was not used to feeling at ease around anyone who wasn’t Finn, but he also made her feel quite stupid. Not as though he treated her like she were unintelligent, as in, all elbows and knees and unable to be as clever as she knew she could be - though it didn’t stop her from running her mouth.
It was fun, and she wasn’t used to fun. Rey was used to working hard, to training. She was used to Kylo Ren tromping around on her heart wearing his dirtiest boots while the weight of their shared emotional baggage threatened to break her back as well as his own. She was not used to men offering to cook for her on the odd chance (it wasn’t that odd) that she eat all the food they had.
There she was all the same, on her way to find Poe Dameron - and the weirdest part was that even if he didn’t feed her, she wanted to see him anyway.
Stepping out into the open air and away from the Resistance base Rey squinted in the afternoon light as she looked around, before heading towards where the X-Wings sat in wait, figuring his ship was the best place to start looking for him - he did fuss over it like no other pilot. ]
Finn, Poe and Rose returned from a successful mission together, and the only thing that would have made it better is if Rey had been able to go along with them this time. Sometimes she could, sometimes she couldn't. Finn understood the importance of training so he understood why she didn't get to come along, also it wasn't a hard job.
Still, he missed her.
It felt like they rarely had time for each other and as much as he wanted to just find Rey and hang out with her, he knew the Resistance had a lot of work to do. Still, once they were foot down on the planet again, he, Poe and Rose went off to report in to General Organa. After all the fine business was over with, Finn lingered back a moment.
Leia looked up to him, a tilt of her head and a questioning look.
"Rey, is she, uh..." Finn started, unsure how to ask where he could find her.
"Training." Leia said simply, but then smiled almost secretively to Finn and nodded towards the back of the building. "She's out in the field, if you want to find her."
The look on Finn's face was pure slow growing joy as the General basically excused him to go find Rey himself. "Yes, ma'am. Thank you." he said to Leia and took no time in trailing off that way, through the back of the building, out a door, past a few other buildings and back to the 'training area' that he knew Rey had set up for herself.
There was a clearing of rocks and roots out this way, and as he wandered, making his way to the clearing, he could see rocks floating, which brought an absolute smile to his face. BB-8 actually appeared first, beeping softly at Finn in greeting, like he didn't want to be too loud and disrupt Rey while she worked.
Finn knew she'd know he was there, but he walked as silently as he could through the low underbrush, stepping on a rock and pushing it back down to the earth as he balanced on it a moment. Hands on his hips and looking over to the Jedi in training and his most favorite person in all of the universe. His heart fluttered every time he saw her.
"Hey." He called out, hands on his hips, head held high and grinning like a fool. "I think you've trained long enough for today."
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rock friend has finally arrived :D
Life. Just... so much life.
The Ferroans have been elusive, and the Jedi have been patient. Well, they've had no choice but to be patient, really, having come all the way to the Unknown Regions to seek out the living planet, in the hopes of finding answers and a way to win the war against the Yuuzhan Vong. But while they've been welcomed (sort of) by the planet's native inhabitants, they've been made to wait in a village, housed in mushroomlike habitats with rough and rubbery walls, and doorways and windows that were rounded as though they'd been grown rather than cut.
He's sitting cross-legged in the middle of a clearing shaped like a large bowl, eyes shut as he meditates. He could feel the planet's presence in the Force everywhere — around him, above him, even beneath his feet in the underground chasms. In fact, he could almost swear he's heard something... from the rocks.
He cracks an eye open. Hello?
CAN'T STOP THE ROCK
time for a ROCK PARTY :D
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With a deep aggravation he hasn't felt in a while when thinking about a particular place, he comes to a grave conclusion as to where he is. It can't be anywhere else, really. It's a place that will always be considered home despite how much he years to shrug it from his shoulders and forget it entirely.
Tatooine.
His scowl deepens and his brows furrow together as he tries to piece events together on how he ended up planets away with no recollection of it.. He'd been speaking with Chancellor Palpatine, the only person who seemed even the least bit interested in speaking to him, letting him voice his worries about his own path and the nightmares that continued to plague him that everyone insisted would pass. It never felt like they did, and it only served to cause greater anxiety to sit within him and further obscure the clear path he should take. The Counsil didn't take him seriously- wouldn't even grant him the title of Master, while also letting him in.. only for his purpose being to spy on the one person who seemed to be offering any sort of guidance.
There's a frustrating lack of information between then and waking up discarded in the sand on a planet that should be out of sight and out of mind. Standing up, he staggers for a moment and pulls his hood over his head to block the scorching sun from his face. Each begrudging footstep leading him toward a farm that would hopefully have some sort of means for communication so he can at least try to get hold of Obi-Wan or Padme.
The closer he gets to the modest farm, the more his heart sinks. There's no sign of life. At all. He can't sense anything or anyone with the Force, and it feels like another stab in the back. It doesn't deter him, only fills him with a grim determination to try and figure out exactly what his location is and find a means of transport or communication. The front door opens with ease, and he lets himself in. ]
Hello? Anyone?
[ He waits a few seconds and is only met with more silence. Well, he announced his presence, he can't be faulted. There's little in the small home to really give him an idea of where he is- whoever had lived here or lived here and was out clearly didn't want to be found.. An offshoot of the home offers something with a bit more interest to Anakin- a pile of unused parts and a broken droid of some sort. It's little more than an alcove where a speeder or spare tools would be kept, but it will keep the sand out of his work.
..Well. Time to roll his sleeves up and at least try, right? ]
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can i say if this were a movie the music totally kicks in right now
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Force, he hated sand.
The Observatory looked on the outside like it hadn't been observing much by way of company for quite some time. Then again, sand was a deceitful thing and could make even a freshly-walked path look unbeaten. It will work to his benefit. Getting in was just as easy and the stale air that greets him is promising. The likelihood of having to kill scavengers or whatever beasts have made the observatory their homes is winding down to a halt.
His footsteps echo down the corridors as he searches for what the Emperor said would still be found deep within. He's grateful that he decided to go alone despite his Master's wishes. He's more than capable and anyone else would slow him down and be a liability should something arise.
Rumors stated that the mask of Darth Bane was within, and Palpatine wasn't without his frivolous collections.
As he's searching, he senses something. No, not something. Someone. Someone strong in the Force. Not yet, but perhaps... It had been quite some since he'd felt someone like that, and it intrigued him. Even if it were a Jedi or someone looking to take down Darth Vader, they'd be no match for him.
Stalking back down the halls, he abandons his search for the moment. ]
Come out, come out, wherever you are.
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Rey kept to herself as the days passed. She corresponded with Finn every so often but he wanted details of what was happening between the former First Order poster child and his parents, and Rey had none to give him. What she did have however, was ample hours in the day to kill, and she spent them in the surrounding forests of the planet Han had brought she and Ben to to reunite with Leia. Vegetation was something that was very much new and wonderful to Rey, and she was happy to have trees to climb and birds to stare at.
And then there were the fish. She’d only seen fish in reference holocrons in the terminal that had taught her everything she knew about the galaxy away from Jakku, but those had been terrifying examples. The ones she was peering at now, at the edge of a small stream were little, multicolored, and more focused on moving through the water rather than devouring anything or anyone. It was childish perhaps, but she still tried to catch one or two in her bare hands, watching as their luminous little bodies evaded her grasp. Rey pulled her hands out of the water, vividly recalling the slippery feel of the fish she’d come so close to grabbing onto and shook her hands, sending water droplets every which way. She was certainly a long way from Jakku, and for the time being it was easy to stave off the feeling of panic that would ordinarily bring out, the fear that at long last her family would come back for her and she would not be there.
Instead Rey let herself enjoy being far away and in such contrary surroundings, it was easy to pull her thoughts out of the Jakku desert when moss was so soft and touchable. It was a small matter to not dwell on the endless days and nights spent waiting for someone who’d yet to arrive when she could instead let her fingertips trace along the lines of the petals on a big flower that hung from the tree beside her. She could disappear into these trees forever, she thought, and in that moment, it would be okay.
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idk if i've painted us into a corner with this lmk if tweaks or something else is needed
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It was fun, and she wasn’t used to fun. Rey was used to working hard, to training. She was used to Kylo Ren tromping around on her heart wearing his dirtiest boots while the weight of their shared emotional baggage threatened to break her back as well as his own. She was not used to men offering to cook for her on the odd chance (it wasn’t that odd) that she eat all the food they had.
There she was all the same, on her way to find Poe Dameron - and the weirdest part was that even if he didn’t feed her, she wanted to see him anyway.
Stepping out into the open air and away from the Resistance base Rey squinted in the afternoon light as she looked around, before heading towards where the X-Wings sat in wait, figuring his ship was the best place to start looking for him - he did fuss over it like no other pilot. ]
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Stolen Moments on Ajan Kloss
Still, he missed her.
It felt like they rarely had time for each other and as much as he wanted to just find Rey and hang out with her, he knew the Resistance had a lot of work to do. Still, once they were foot down on the planet again, he, Poe and Rose went off to report in to General Organa. After all the fine business was over with, Finn lingered back a moment.
Leia looked up to him, a tilt of her head and a questioning look.
"Rey, is she, uh..." Finn started, unsure how to ask where he could find her.
"Training." Leia said simply, but then smiled almost secretively to Finn and nodded towards the back of the building. "She's out in the field, if you want to find her."
The look on Finn's face was pure slow growing joy as the General basically excused him to go find Rey himself. "Yes, ma'am. Thank you." he said to Leia and took no time in trailing off that way, through the back of the building, out a door, past a few other buildings and back to the 'training area' that he knew Rey had set up for herself.
There was a clearing of rocks and roots out this way, and as he wandered, making his way to the clearing, he could see rocks floating, which brought an absolute smile to his face. BB-8 actually appeared first, beeping softly at Finn in greeting, like he didn't want to be too loud and disrupt Rey while she worked.
Finn knew she'd know he was there, but he walked as silently as he could through the low underbrush, stepping on a rock and pushing it back down to the earth as he balanced on it a moment. Hands on his hips and looking over to the Jedi in training and his most favorite person in all of the universe. His heart fluttered every time he saw her.
"Hey." He called out, hands on his hips, head held high and grinning like a fool. "I think you've trained long enough for today."
i know this is on hold but i do what i want