Fiction Activity Overview

The sun was starting to rise over the horizon, as it cast small tendrils of light on the ground, a shadow of a figure starts to slowly appear on the ground. Changing its shape as it bent and shifted its form, flowing into the familiar forms of the Echani and Teris Kai martial arts. Finishing his martial arts practice, Xendar Thendaris slowly stood upright. Closing his eyes and reaching out with the force, he used it to grab his lightsaber, which was some distance way resting on top of his jacket. Grabbing it out the air as it spun toward him. Hitting the activation stud, the blade ignited with a familiar snap-hiss. And for the next hour, Xendar continued to practice with his lightsaber.
After finishing his workout. Xendar made his way back to his dorm, he passed by several other house members. Calling out to them, he stopped to talk with them for a few moments before making his way back to his room. Stepping into his room, he made his way to the shower, stripping off the sweaty practice outfit, he stepped into the shower, turning on the water and letting the relaxing feel of the hot water flow over him.
After drying off and putting on some clean clothes, he grabbed his datapad from his desk and started out the door, making his way to the commissary. The commissary at this hour was abuzz with activity. Not being one for large crowds, Xendar made his selection for breakfast and made his way back outside. After finding a secluded spot, he sat down and began to eat as he read his datapad. With a growl of annoyance, he scrolled past the entries that he considered useless; until he found a letter from his parents. In it, they wrote they would be coming to visit sometime in the future and that they wanted to hear about how he was doing. The final part of the letter was from his mother who was wondering if he was ever going to get married and start a family. To which, Xendar gave a small chuckle. Looking down at his wrist chrono, he noticed the time. He needed to be at the local security force station in ten minutes, he had volunteered to play the part of an insurgent as part of an exercise to train new recruits in how to deal with insurgents. Collecting the leftover items from his breakfast and pocketing his datapad, Xendar set off for the security station.
After spending most of the day ambushing recruits and leading them on a wild goose chase through the countryside. Xendar allowed himself a small indulgence, grabbing a speeder and inviting the recruits who had been taking part in the exercise to join him. He made his way to a popular nightclub. Stepping inside, and walking up to the bar, he ordered his usual, a non-alcoholic beverage made with spices, milk, and local fruits. Taking his drink, he made his way through the crowds who were waiting for the main show to being. Taking a seat in the very back, Xendar noticed the recruits were sitting with him as well. Looking at them for a moment, he gave a shrug and waited for the show to start. He didn’t have to wait long. As a lone spotlight lit up the stage, the silhouette of a woman appeared. Oriyanna Rathelin, a tall woman with dark skin and platinum blonde hair, stood center stage wearing a simple red dress with a single white flower on it, as the curtain drew back. Looking over the crowd, and seeing Xendar there, she gave him a smile. Then, as the music started to play, she began to sing.
Back in his room later that night, Xendar sat at his desk going over the details of some work planned for the next day. He picked up the flower that was laying on his desk, he gave a small chuckle as he thought how the evening progressed after Oriyanna finished singing. Especially when she joined him at his table. The recruits nearly fell over themselves as they vied for her attention. But To no avail. Her interest was solely in Xendar. And as she left the table to back on stage, she gave Xendar the flower that she had been wearing that evening. Setting the flower back on his desk, he stifled a yawn as he stood up and walked over to his bed. Reaching up and grabbing a pad from the shelf over his bed, he settled down on his bed and began to read. It was one of his favorite stories; Darkness and the Light; The Legend of Revan and Bastila. After reading for a little while, he set the pad down and used the force to turn the lights off in his room as he settled down for the night.

Revak Kur
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A Small Layover

Revak slowly walked down the ramp of his Lambda class shuttle and quietly made his way down the long corridors of Pharos station. He could hear the joy and excitement of the other members of the Clan off in the distance but chose not to partake in any of the festivities. Not just yet. He handles war well but gets drained after long deployments. He needs his time to relax and unwind. Revak made his way to his chamber and pressed his keycard against the security pad. It beeped at him but didn’t open. Tired and aggravated, he leaned his head against the door in defeat.

“Why doesn’t anything work around here?” he mumbled to himself.

He could open the keypad and tinker with the locking mechanism but chose not to. Instead he thinks of another place he could sit and rest. Pharos station, while being a military outpost did have a small garden area people could go that was peaceful. Chances are it was occupied. He reached under his robes and pulled out his comlink.

“Kur to Maintenance.”

“Maintenance on, go ahead.”

“I'm locked out again.”

“... okay, sending someone down.”

Moments later a human male approaches. He looked just as tired as Revak, worn out from long hours of repairs.

“This one seems to be getting the best of us, eh?” the man said jokingly to break the tension.

Revak struggled to smile slightly at the man’s statement. He didn’t want to be rude to the tired man but he just couldn’t muster enough energy for anything more.

After a couple minutes of the man tinkering with the keypad; the door opened.

“There you go Sir, I’ll be around in case you need anything.”

Revak thanked the man then walked inside. He tossed the comlink on the bed. The door slammed behind him.

In the room were a few personal items. Moving around as much as the House does, he tries to keep only what he needs with him so he can quickly pack up and head out again. The room has a bed, a locker for supplies, a computer kiosk, and a particularly comfortable chair that he stole from one of the other chambers when he was first stationed here. He could sit in it for hours and time would just pass by. He walked over to it, ran his hand over the soft leather arm and sat down. He closed his eyes and was lost in his mind.

Memories of the war appeared to him first. Moments that stood out. People that he encountered. Especially those who he would never see again. Sadness began to radiate through him. His body sank in the seat. The screams of the civilians. The hissing of lightsabers and blaster bolts. The explosions that silenced them all.

In his mind he gathered himself and his thoughts began to drift in another direction. He began to look back at all the decisions he made. Critique his actions. He viewed failure as a learning experience but it still pained him to make mistakes. This is why he favored quiet reflection over immediate celebration. He could look back and see where he could have made other choices. Possibly saving more lives. Lives that he would not have to blame himself for losing. This sadness that he felt, he never showed anyone. He kept it hidden especially from those under his command. Not that he was ashamed of it, just that he had to maintain an image of strength to help propel his command forward. He cleared his mind to allow these feelings to take hold of him. To bask in the darkness that these emotions bring.

*Bing!*

Revaks concentration broke as his comlink notified him of an incoming message. He reached out with the Force, took hold of the comlink and placed it on his lap before answering it.

“Revak, get out of your head and come celebrate.” his Aedile Tisto shouted obnoxiously loud so he could be heard over the loud music in the background.

Revak took a second to get back into the present before he responded, “Yeah, I’ll be down in a second.”

He stood up, fixed his robes then walked back over to the door. Instead of opening for him it let out two loud beeps.

He let out a long sigh.