A DAY IN THE LIFE
Of
A JEDI TEMPLE GUARD
The Guard- his name unknown to his associates, and, to himself no longer a factor in his identity, stood up from his bed, the floor cold under his bare feet. The Guard had long ago forgotten his own appearance, as mirrors were forbidden in the guard's quarters.
The Guard walked over to the wardrobe and flipped through the rack until he reached his number- the only identification he had left: #215. The identification number was the only thing a guard had the opportunity to choose for himself. It was the last remnant of their old life.
He pulled on the pants first, followed by the shirt and then his robe. His feet were encased in boots, and his hands in gloves. Finally, he slid his mask over his head and clicked the facemask closed- it did so with a hiss and a snap.
He pulled on the belt that held his uniform together, and pulled his hood over his mask.
Finally he drew his lightsaber staff from a rack next to the wardrobe.
His partner in morning duty walked up, and Guard 215 nodded in acknowledgement before heading for his post at the Jedi Temple entrance.
He was joined by his associate shortly, and they stood flanking the entrance in silence.
It was midafternoon when Battlemaster Cin Drallig came by.
"Any protestors today?" Drallig asked.
"No sir." 215 spoke for the first time that day.
"Good." Drallig said.
"Alert me if anything happens."
215 gave a curt nod.
Soon after Drallig's visit, it was time for the Guards afternoon meal. 215 and his compatriot, whose number was 91 went to the private dining hall of the Temple guards and unmasked themselves for the consumption of food.
After the allotted meal period passed, 215 and 91 returned to their post at the Temple entrance.
As afternoon passed into evening, the day at last became eventful.
A crowd of Coruscanti citizens came marching off a shuttle bus, holding up holographic signs indicating their negative feelings about the war.
215 placed a hand on his lightsaber, but did not draw it.
One of the protestors pulled out a blaster and fired it into 91's face.
215 drew and ignited one of his lightsaber blades, moving quickly to disarm (literally) the attacker.
As the limb dropped to the steps, 215 raised a hand to his comm and dialed Cin Drallig.
"Master Drallig, 91 has been shot" he said, though because of his masks filtering system, no one could hear him.
The other protestors immediately fled for their bus.
Cin Drallig came running, along with Mace Windu, Depa Billaba and a boy 215 did not know, presumably a Padawan.
"What happened?" Drallig demanded.
215 deactivated his lightsaber and returned it to his belt.
"91 was shot by this protestor. I disarmed him and the other protestors fled."
"Take him to the medical bay." Mace Windu ordered Billaba and the boy.
"Yes Master. Come along Caleb." Billaba said.
They helped the shooter to his feet and supported him as they walked inside the Temple.
Drallig looked at 215.
"You have done well." He said.
Mace Windu nodded in agreement to these words.
"Finish your duties tonight and then you may take the day off tomorrow." He said.
"Thank you." 215 said.
Mace and Cin lifted the dead 91 and carried him off, leaving 215 alone.
He was soon joined by 91's replacement, 77, and they spent a few hours in silence, keeping guard until the shift change.
215 returned to the Guard's quarters and stripped off his uniform.
Back in his underclothes, 215 padded in his bare feet over to the meditation area and began his nightly relaxation period.
After a period spent in the Force, 215 took a shower and, after putting on a pair of comfortable sleep shorts, got into bed and fell asleep.