serra_keto (serra_keto) wrote in parabolical, @ 2009-05-26 06:37:00 |
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Entry tags: | serra keto |
Who: Serra Keto
Where: Her apartment.
What: Adjusting to her new life.
Rating: PG
Status: Narrative, in progress.
Serra looked around at the walls of her apartment, marveling at how similar they were to her old apartment. Bare, white, and with little furniture in the room - it was about as spartan as you could get while still making the area livable. It reminded her of her chambers at the Temple, but there was one vital difference. There was no Order here. She had kept to herself for the past several weeks, not feeling up to involving herself with anyone. She had sensed Alema Rar's death some time ago. It pained her, to know she was losing the only friend she had in this city. But there was nothing she could do about it. Alema's fate was sealed and Serra couldn't help her; it was obvious whatever happened to her in Jacen's future, she had no understanding of how to fix. It was probably something that hadn't even happened to anyone in her timeline yet. So she put it out of her mind, focusing instead on building her own life in this wretched city.
She had moved away from the Welcome Center. She had taken some odd jobs here and there, and finally gotten enough money to get her own place. That was better than being stuck at the Welcome Center all the time. You could isolate yourself from the world and nobody would bother you.
And she needed isolation.
She was the only one here of her kind, a Jedi from the Old Republic. Or at least, a former Jedi. She had renounced her Knighthood some weeks ago, in terms of following the Code and being a model servant of the Order.
She had also made the decision. As soon as she got back, she was going to kill Anakin. Kill him, or turn him over the Council. She didn't care what the consequences of it were, if if tore apart the whole timeline that preceded her new actions. She sympathized with Anakin's needs for Padme and a family, but she couldn't allow him to get away with this. If he wanted a family, he would have to leave the Order, because the Order wasn't suitable to fulfilling his needs. Meanwhile they would storm Palpatine with as many Jedi as possible, even if it resulted in a massacre. But that was in the future, and she didn't even know if she would ever get back there.
Right now, she had herself to worry about. And after much deliberation, she had decided what her next move here was going to be.
She was going to become a bounty hunter. Oh, she knew she had to have other jobs in order to support herself. But her main profession was now very clear. If they wanted her for something, they would have to hire her. Nothing would give her greater pleasure than being paid to apprehend the scum of this city.
She looked at the weapons she had rounded up. Guns, knives, rope and handcuffs to bind people with. She wasn't used to ever using blasters in battle, but she knew how to use them. And handguns looked remarkably similar to slugthrowers from her own galaxy. And this wasn't just for this world. This was practice for her own galaxy, in case she ever got back there. She would have to leave the Order, if it didn't straighten itself out. She wasn't going to live a life of deprivation and mindless devotion anymore.
She wondered what the others would think of her decision, a Jedi turning her back on her native values and belief systems. Part of her hoped they'd be appalled. She always got a thrill out of shocking people. And then there was the general state of Jedi in this city, revered as icons of a landmark storytelling series. She wondered if she could make any money off of that. She'd bet plenty of people would pay real money to see a Jedi in action. But perhaps that would come later.
She picked up the handgun she had acquired recently. Right now, she had a little target practice go to to.