Star Wars: the Old Republic
SWtOR online prompts
Author's Note: I'm pretty confident I am not the only person to have done this... but all well. The more the merrier, right? Anywho, these little drabbles/one-shots are from the official game website, where we have a Fanfiction Short Stories thread. Basically the OP of the thread posts a prompt every Friday, and the voluntary writers fulfil the prompts with their in-game characters. The stories can be crack, humor, parodies, serious, romantic... the who enchilada.
So... I thought I would post them here as well as on that site.
:Culture Shock:
(Featuring my Jedi Knight, Eleya Shevani- Miraluka)
One of the earliest things Leya remembers being told by her crèche Masters when she was younger is that the galaxy is full of different Beings with backgrounds, stories and lives, and that the Jedi Temple itself is similar in that regard. She took their words for it, not really caring too much about the fundamental dynamics of a star civilization mixed with numerous species different than her own.
Now, she is beginning to appreciate growing up amongst her clan-mates and other residents of the Temple. There, the atmosphere was always warm, comfortable and welcoming- even if she did manage to irk many Masters' ire for her abilities to finding multiple ways of sneaking out of the Temple.
Her first mission with her current Master is at a cantina, of all places. A mixing pot of diversity; languages, Force signatures and emotions meshing together to the point that Leya has to take a moment by the cantina's entrance to take a deep breath and anchor herself in the Force.
A Twi'lek passes by her close enough to brush against her side, and sends her a leer. Even without Leya's emphatic abilities she can feel his derision from a mile away.
This is almost overwhelming, Leya thinks as she presses herself closer to the entrance threshold to make room for the other patrons entering and exiting the cantina. Behind her, her Master is finishing up a quick holo-call in the open corridor, before cutting the link and making his way over to the girl.
His Force signature is bright and warm; something Leya quickly decides to focus on to drum out the other distractions straining her senses.
"Nervous?" her Master, Jon Do, asks. Leya turns her face in his direction and can make out the outline of his full lips curving into a half-smile. "Don't worry- you'll do fine. At least, there is no way you could do worse than I did on my first official mission."
Leya's eyebrows lift higher above her eye covering.
"… was it really awful?" she inquires, feeling a little reassurance that she isn't the only one to have felt anxious for a mission. She can feel Master Do's amusement like a tickle against her skin.
"I would tell you, but I don't want to give you nightmares," Master Do says, and for all intents and purposes he sounds serious.
But Leya knows better and chuckles anyway. Her shoulders relax and when Master Do leads them deeper into the cantina, she follows dutifully.
The galaxy- and this cantina –was mixed with so many different species and Beings with different backgrounds and histories to be sure. And Leya knows she'd be dishonest if she tried to fool herself into believing she wasn't a bit unsure of herself.
One thing she was sure of, though, was that even if she was to be put in amongst a multitude of others, if she stayed centered in herself she couldn't ever be lost. As Leya walks closely behind her Master and casts her Sight out to see more patrons, she smiles to herself.
Maybe her first mission won't be so bad after all.
END.
NOTE: This is just the start... As more prompts arise more characters will be introduced. :)