ɴᴀɢᴀɪ ᴡᴀʀʀɪᴏʀ
THE JEDI TEMPLE
CORUSCANT
CORUSCANT
It had been a long time since Jand had set foot in the temple.
It had been half a dozen months, perhaps more, that the young Nagai had fought on the border of the Alliance and Maw. Deep in the proverbial trenches, where his combat skills were put to their most basic use, against the dark side. Since the fight against Starfall, and under the intense teachings of his master and the gauntlet of consistent warfare, Jand's powers had doubled since the last time he had walked the familiar halls of the Jedi home.
In some ways he missed the fight; but in others, it was nice to be back.
Jand walked in a leisurely manner, as he refamiliarized himself with the great halls and structure around him, though it felt smaller. Middling youth had started to fade from the Nagai now, as mentality and physicality increased through experience and life, and Jand now stood taller and broader. His Padawan robes were tighter, ragged, and there was obvious need for replacement garments. His lightsaber was dinged and worn, as it hung from his hip, the pommel and grip well-used. And his face sported several scars, not to mention numerous others under his robes, each earned from combat to the death with the Maw.
With a sigh, Jand adjusted the strap over his shoulder, to readjust the satchel at his side.
"Yes, it has been a long time..."
Jand wondered where some of his friends might be, nowadays. Hopefully not dead. The Padawan turned down a corridor, he made his way to the vault, where he sought the custodian that oversaw the secure space; and as he reached the location, he pulled up the satchel and opened it. He spoke, his voice deeper now:
"I seek to secure these."
The satchel was opened, the contents poured out onto a nearby table, as numerous metallic cylinders clanged and rolled to a stop.
Lightsabers.
Dozens of them.
"These belonged to Maw warriors. They are dead, but their corruption still infests these weapons."
The custodian blinked, but nodded, which was around the time Jand felt a familiar presence and turned to look down the hall...