after a pause, the synthetic voice reassures;

'' I didn't crash, however. You would hear a lot more frustrated clanging if I had. ''

device.

'' . . . well might be a bit of a stretch of reassurance on this planet, no? ''

at least he's got a name for the place those coordinates sent him to, though Serinus supposes that means that the job posting that sent him here is, indeed, a ghost of past dealings on the holonet. ---

to speak for the very first time in years.

nearly.

instead, though, one of his hands flits over to a small device at his wrist, dancing over the screen to provide feedback, and after a short pause, an automated voice pipes up from the device, giving voice to the input he is feeding the ---

perhaps it's sheer surprise that prompts the intruder in question to lower his draw-ready hand, rendering his muscles ever so briefly useless as he registers that the man before him isn't quite as threatening as the entire atmosphere of this planet feels.

he's quite nearly baffled enough ---

he's more careful than that.

being the aggressor is how one gains a bounty on their head, how one ends up served up on a silver platter several sectors away from home.

and bitter and resigned though Serinus may be, he has no desire for that. his greeting will not be violence.

approaching stranger. his hand immediately shifts into a draw-ready position at the approach. it's the behaviour of a wannabe desperado, not a Jedi, not like Serinus' presence in the Force itself would indicate.

he doesn't draw as the speeder draws closer, dies move to become the aggressor. ---

it's the cry of the speeder bike's engines that he hears before he sees it, an exclamation point against the soundscape of the barren planet.

the Mandalorian stalls in his intrusion, body pivoting on almost an axis, his attention rubber bands away from his despairing thoughts to the now ---

“𝙰𝚞𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚢 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚋𝚎 𝚐𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚗, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚙 𝚖𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚋𝚎 𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚍.”
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𝚆𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚗 𝚋𝚢 #𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚙𝚢

feeling the night the academy fell.

and that night he felt nothing.

so why would a little unease matter now?

grave error.

he's at the entrance of the temple, on the threshold.

and he rips himself out of the jaws of hesitancy and continues, setting foot into this place he's been directed to by faceless links on the holonet.

bad feelings don't matter.

it they did he would have had a bad ---

being is preparing to wail like the wind upon the barren planet he has found himself on.

the thought that he doesn't belong here is so intrusive and sudden that it forces Serinus to pause, as if someone has called out to him in a desperate bid to get his attention before he makes a ---

it isn't the wind at all.

maybe it's in his head, the wailing of that night at the Academy ringing through his thoughts as he walks through shadow towards an unfamiliar temple's entrance, head held deceptively high despite the fact that the longer he lingers, the more he feels his very ---

feels bigger than a planet. it festers, threatens to become venom. . .

and Serinus has to suppress it as he steps off his ship, a well-worn hood pulled over his head that fails to muffle the way the wind almost wails on this planet, as if even the air itself must be tormented.

maybe ---

pull of the marionette strings of the force pulling taut, preparing to tug him down a specified path after having lain so painfully silent for so long.

the bitterness that seeps into his thoughts at that realization is only amplified by the energy that encapsulates this place, this planet that ---

a ghost of a job posting and a near indescribable pull has brought the grandson of one of the galaxy's long gone heroes to a planet that would have once upon a time made his own grandfather recoil in unease.

deep down, Serinus knows what this is. he can practically feel the ever-present ---

( starter for @inpowerburdens.bsky.social )

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can do! do you prefer a tl thread or dms?

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👁️👁️ sounds like an amazing plot to me, actually. I can write up a thread if you'd like?

stay away or why he feels drawn to it before he's already made the trip and realized that is deeply rooted in the dark side.

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if he isn't "accidentally" sent there by a planted job posting, id assume he could very much be drawn there by his ever unresolved negative emotions and memories.

those types of things fester, especially in force sensitives, and I'm not sure he'd have enough context on Korriban to know to ---

gone, as he mostly lives on his ship and only very occasionally takes bed and board for a job someone has given him. he's more of a nomad than anything.

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he received proper training before the disaster at Luke's academy, but hasn't trained more since nor stayed on top of his forms/skills. he's a little rusty with the Force and a lightsaber as a whole, but can still sort of use either in a pinch.

where he lives depends on where he's ---

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hi!!! ask away, please!

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omg I am overjoyed to see activity on this account what

ONE SMALL SOUND, ONE SMALL SIGHT / ONE UNSHEATHED KNIFE

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"ᴀꜱ ᴊᴇᴅɪ, ɪᴛ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴇᴀꜱʏ ᴛᴏ ɢᴇᴛ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴘᴏʟɪᴛɪᴄꜱ.

ɪᴛ ɪꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴀʟʟ ᴏꜰ ᴘᴏᴡᴇʀ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʟᴇᴀᴅꜱ ᴀʟʟ ᴏꜰ ᴜꜱ ᴛᴏ ᴏᴜʀ ʙᴇꜱᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ᴡᴏʀꜱᴛ. ᴀɴᴅ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʀᴇꜱᴘᴏɴꜱɪʙɪʟɪᴛʏ, ᴡᴇ ꜰᴏʀɢᴇ ᴛᴏᴍᴏʀʀᴏᴡ."

Helena, Founding Lady of House Davarío. Jedi Master
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STAR WARS oc(s)

You’re not the 𝑙𝑎𝑠𝑡 of the old 𝐽𝑒𝑑𝑖, Luke. .

. .you’re the 𝑓𝑖𝑟𝑠𝑡 of the 𝑛𝑒𝑤. .