Dark Jedi are perhaps best known, like all Force users, for what they do that is different. We perform death-defying leaps and land safely from impossible heights. We deflect blaster bolts with ease, hurl objects with our minds and can even see the future. It's easy to forget that the being who does these things is still a living, mortal being.
But there it is. We are mortal.
So, your assignment: Presumably, when you're done flipping around and spinning your lightsaber, you need to eat, sleep, and live. Some Dark Jedi in Jusadih maintain Shinteran or Kapsinan apartments. Some of them live aboard ships of the fleet, while others maintain the lifestyle of quarters at a military base or one of our little hiding places. Where do you live?
Show me a glimpse of your personal life, and because I want it to be readable and enjoyable, write it out in a fiction. Show me what your Dark Jedi character does at the end of the day, when the mission is done, the blood is shed, and the blade is on the belt. Do you spend an hour or two at a hotel and casino, using your powers to earn some extra chips before retiring to a paid suite? Do you live in a cave, eating only what nature provides? Do you exist entirely on a Star Destroyer?
Or, like me, is your lair well-hidden and stocked with weapons and supplies, and not much else?
One page minimum. Must have a title that is NOT the name of the competition; be creative. Details, details, details; I'll be giving favor to detailed entries. Twelve-point font, Times New Roman, save it in a .rtf format or it will not count.
Fiction as specified above.
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