Grey Eyed Castaway
A Brief Return

A wave of anxiety flooded Jasper's mind, causing his thoughts to spin. The Jedi temple lay before him, it's familiar steps leading to the place where he had spent his youth, trained, and ultimately failed to take the next step to becoming a Jedi knight. He was alone, even leaving behind the familiarity and comfort of his ship elsewhere on the planet. Still, the exile needed to put this doubt aside. The dreams - no - memories plaguing his sleeping mind were growing in frequency. The face of the old man remained ever present in his mind. Jasper needed to find him. He needed to know where he came from. Unfortunately, that info was held only within the Jedi archives, along with the records of all other Jedi, living and passed on to the force. The exile feared that he wouldn't be welcomed back. It was his own choice to set off on his own, after all. Fortunately, he had found a bit of luck when searching for a guide. Jasper had met a Jedi master on Tython when assisting with the evacuation of refugees from an unexpected Sith attack, Aaran Tafo. To his shock, the master had agreed to take him to the archives, seemingly impressed by his heroics. Jasper didn't think he had achieved much in the way of helping. In fact, he had been rather useless in the face of

The exile stood at the steps of the temple awaiting Master Tafo. He felt as if his insides were boiling, ready to explode at any moment. Jasper tried to steady his breath. He may have been an emotional wreck, but he didn't want to burden anyone else with his baggage. All Jasper needed to do was get in, read through his records, and get out. He had fought Sith for god's sake. Why was this so difficult?
"Alright," he muttered to himself. "Just relax"