This is an excerpt from when my Bothan Explorer Bieter Ke'frey discovers that he has an affinity for the force. In game terms he reached a new lvl and got himself the Force Sensitive-feat for that level.
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Bieter sat down on a wicker chair in the outskirts of the village square. The celebration had died of a little, it was late.. well, actually it was almost early again. His head throbbed a little, probably from the strange local wine they had been drinking all night.
A few people were still up dancing around the big bonfire in the middle of the square, others were sitting in the shadows talking or just enjoying the night.
Bieter looked at the cup in his hand as if waiting for it to speak, to give him answers. It didn't. In a way he wanted to fill it up again so that the wine could at least give him some rest for the remainder of the night. That wasn't the right way though, he knew he had to discover this on his own.
He stood up and walked over to the small shrine in the village. He couldn't understand the writing or the pictures there, although he guessed they where part of their local mythology and traditions. Normally, he would take pictures of them or at least try to sketch down what he saw. He would take notes and cross-reference with databases on his small datapad. Not this time. He sat down in front of the altar and just tried to experience.
He was a bothan, and therefore, he valued information, knowledge and hard facts. What he was looking for now was something different, something that may actually be weakened by hard facts. He just had to feel.. to sense and be a part of.
There it was... he wasn't sure exactly what it was.. but some kind of sensation. He felt sad, people been mourned for at this place. He felt happy, people had celebrated joyful occasions here.
He felt!
Within the silence of the shrine, that nagging feeling he had been carrying the last day or two grew stronger. He had felt it for the first time many years ago, the first time he entered the ruins of an old jedi temple. A feeling of connection. After that, he hadn't felt it again for many years.. not until he was chasing that stormtrooper. When focusing on the hunt, on the task, his senses had become sharper, his movements more intuitive and fluid.
Only thing was, this time the feeling didn't go away. It stayed with him, vague, weak and easily overwhelmed by the other things around him. Now, with all distractions gone, he felt it grow stronger. He couldn't explain it better than it beeing a feeling of connection. He was connected to all things.
A few minutes later he stood at the edge of the forrest. He had to know if this was for real. After some hesitation he started to run into the woods. Extending his senses, he started to feel the trees and the bushes around him. Finally he closed his eyes as he continued running. He didn't need to see anymore, he knew where to put his feet, he knew where to turn to not run into any trees. He smiled as he realised that this was true, that the mysterious thing he had been studying this whole time was there, was in him, guiding and helping him.
Some time later he woke up again, with a black eye proving that while the Force may be in him, it was still a fickle helper. Somehow he had missed that big old rock potrouding from the ground and it had sent him flying a few meters through the air before hitting the ground again. Well, well, it was better than nothing.
One final test left. He went back into the village and sought out Dreyne. He had something important to ask... and he had to do it in a special way.
20 meters away he saw Drayne. In his mind he spoke
- Dreyne, I need to ask you... are we gods?
Although no sound was heard, no voice was used, Dreyne looked up in his direction.
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