The scene takes us to the planet Queen of the Core itself: Coruscant. With it’s very lively streets overflowing with life from the most diverse species of intelligent life. With the occasional automatons hovering out and about over the heads of the pedestrians. Neon signs of countless different colors were a constant, prettying up the business establishments in a blatant yet highly aggressive attempt to draw customers into themselves. Noise pollution was very high with the sounds of machinery and social gibberish like small talk, laughs, grunts, cussing, people stressed out with the traffic…

The masses came and went, carrying on with their relatively peaceful lives in one place or another, retreating into buildings or just coming out of them through front doors virtually all the time. It was hard to pick a particular someone out of the roaming civilians, unless they had some sort of remarkable trait.

And on the middle of the crowd, inconspicuously striding along almost as if carrying herself along with the walking centipede of masses, wearing a large and baggy looking plain grey-ish colored hooded robe that covered nearly all of body all the way down into the bottom half of their shins, was the female Jedi trainee miraluka known as Shoma Jidith. The hood she wore poured it’s fabric down over her forehead and overshadowed what were supposed to be her eyes completely. Eye sockets covered both in the shadow of her hood and underneath plain white bandages she wore over them.

Even though she walked in inconspicuous fashion, Shoma still attracted some side glances from the people she passed by. She was largely dismissed by the people. Some of them were perverts from the opposite sex considering a tap to get a feel for that package, others thought she was some kind of homeless trash roaming about, other people just as dirty minded as the former, if not moreso, thought she was a prostitute on her way to provide services to some loser who must pay to have sexual intercourse. Most just flat out ignored.

But Shoma could care less about what people thought of her. Her inner self was overflowing with determination and confidence. After all, it was no mere mundane reason like a job or entertainment that brought her into this place. It was… Destiny calling. That is what Shoma would describe it as, plain and simple. The arrival of a certain person around these parts had affected her somehow. And the miraluka was drawn into that presence’s imponent force. The woman’s intuition brought her so far, and even if it was completely wrong for some reason, it was simply too late to back down now. 

A few dozen more minutes elapsed as the girl walked around the streets. Until, she stopped. Raised her non-existent eyes towards the glorious looking place she had come all the way for, the magnificent force she could see hailed from this place. Her lips widened in a smile. Finally, she had arrived. Could not wait to see and live whatever awaited her there.

But perhaps defying her expectations, all she could see was… A bunch of religious looking people? And they all were singing praises in the direction of the castle? Shoma was utterly surprised by this: It had caught her completely off guard. Her force sight surveyed over the small mass venerating whatever was in there. Her mind completely drew a blank about what to do. Should she sing praises too? Pray? But how? What should she recite? She had no answers to any of these questions.

She was at a loss for actions and words before this rather peculiar scene, but had come too far to give up now. Perhaps trying to show respect towards whoever or whatever lived there, Shoma slowly brought herself down into her knees, leaving her head hanging down, facing the floor. Even though she had yet to learn what prayers to offer.

‘I can feel it! I must be on the correct path!’