Recent content by Amara Desal

The university library shared some resemblance to that belonging to the Jedi Temple; the only difference being far fewer datacrons. She identified scholars, students, and librarians; each going about their assigned tasks. She envied those with time to ponder questions unknown, propose new...

Padawan Amara Desal had never questioned her role and identity within the Order. Like every initiate she challenged her fears, pacified extreme emotion , and deconstructed perceived inadequacy to find and own her unique identity as a Jedi in training. She meshed will with the structure and...

@Woven I would to connect over a joint mission.

I am looking to get back into my writing. I have several characters I could bring into this. I have several characters which I believe are listed in my signature bar.

I guess it is good time for me to return to conversations.

The Jedi Order was in the midst of transformation. Recent events had given rise to new leadership and the halls of the Temple on Coruscant no longer filled with talk of war and terror across the galaxy. A new spirit of identity and purpose was permeating Jedi of all ranks. Amara, still under...

Jedi Knight Syala Brastee roamed the temple corridors without objective or purpose. She was trying to preserve every ounce of serenity she had cultivated while on retreat with her padawan, Amara Desal. She had always considered the temple on Coruscant to be her home, but the family within was...

"Flip," she jested with a soft cackle in her voice, "there must be a story associated with that name." Tarizza sighed deeply, holding count for three beats before letting the breath back out. It was a simple but effective method of releasing excess cortisol pent up in the system. Glancing...

"Tarizza's name, galactic intrigue's my game," she replied. Her attention was focused on the paths ahead, navigating the ship's corridors to the hangar bay. "This way," she stated, taking the next turn. Her right hand was clasped on the grip of the blaster on her hip, while her left balanced...

"Don't pull any of that Hut Sput 'Ma'am' with me Soldier," she retorted. The clone's dedication to military decorum was comical, I guess the Republic will always survive if there's at least one clone around. She kept that thought to herself, preferring not to offend the Clone... after all he...

Finally able to ambulate without support from the wall...ceiling, Tarizza picked up the pace. She sprinted towards the hobbling clone trooper. Her heart raced as she leapt over steel and white clone armor, keeping her eye on the one clone that survived. She felt moderately remorseful for not...

Tarizza awoke to the the whining of bending metal and steel. She blinked in attempts to open her eyes, and felt the sting of water droplets spilling onto her face. The fire suppression system was still running. Wiping the water from her eyes and shielding herself from continued assault with...

Tarizza was simply along for the ride. It was never her first choice play the role of third wheel with a bunch of carbon copies, but orders were orders. She much preferred action to bureaucracy, and waiting around behind a desk in a Republic Cruiser's makeshift broom closet, felt far more...

Syala, still leaning against the backwall, considered Master Leanfrost's considerations. It is only the first of many questions the counsel must begin to answer, she thought to herself as the padawan learners began to murmur amongst one another. She observed several senior members of the order...

Syala listened silently from the back of the chambers. It sounded as if Master Khess's words were carefully chosen. Intentional or not, it confirmed Syala's fears that the Galaxy would not be returning the peace and prosperity it once knew. The Force Wars, she pondered, and so history repeats...