Hurried footsteps sounded as the jedi master made his way towards the senate building. He was alone, his padawan having been sent to the hanger where they had landed. Despite the shadow of night, the city streets were far from dark, with pools of artificial light cast by neon signs and orange street lights. But shadow existed, and he kept to them out of instinct. His white robes did little to conceal him, and a black cloak seemed almost too dark against the building walls.
The distance between the senate building and the jedi temple that he was leaving from, was farther then most would care to walk. But Ket wished to have a sense of the people before he arrived. It had been years since he stepped foot on Coruscant. And despite his distaste for the mechanical nature of the metropolis, he knew his stay here was far from over. But still, time was of the essence, taking a short cut through an alley way.
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Posted by Darth Carnage Jul 2, 2009 -- 02:54:39 am
Like a beacon of light, the Force of the Jedi penetrated the figure’s senses. It was almost soothing, beckoning. Carnage grinned behind the mask. The figure suppressed the outrageous power that resided within, toning it down to where it was a mere disruption in the atmosphere. Carnage slinked behind the Jedi, moving like his shadow. The figure took a long moment to survey the man, reading him slightly.
At last, the dark sider decided to make an appearance, knowing he was alone. With one swoop of a cloak, the figure stood before the Jedi. Regardless of how he may have reacted, the figure made no motion towards any weapons. After a moment, the figure spoke, an ambiguous voice entering the man’s mind.
“You appear to be an important Jedi.”
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My Reply
It was shocking how fast the figure had appeared in front of Ket, the jedi master caught completely off guard. It was an unusual feeling not expecting something,. It hadn’t happened to the jedi master in sometime, let alone a dangerous foe. Or perhaps this wasn’t a dangerous foe at all, which would explain his inability to sense its arrival. The thought caught him as he reached for his saber, his hands freezing just as his fingers graced the silver hilt.
“Do I?”
He replied cautiously, his fingers still resting hesitantly on his lightsabers. On the outside, he seemed calm and collected, though noticeably nervous at the situation. Inside, he was not much different, though perhaps somewhat more alarmed as every sense had since shifted to red alert.