Wanderer
The Silver Rest, Kashyyyk
Travot strolled on the upper promenade, looking past the teeming padawan packs that rambled around from class to class and towards the mountains and the forests in the background. He'd much rather be there, in the quiet wilderness communing with the Force and nature. Yet the man knew he hadn't become a jedi to become a recluse or a hermit. He had become one to help change the galaxy for the better, and that meant working with its peoples. He side-stepped a pair of padawans practicing their latest telekinetic lessons with a few rocks and reached one of the more secluded areas of the walkway that ran into a grove of freshly planted saplings.
This is quiet as I'm going to get around here, isn't it? He closed his eyes and waded into the currents of the Force to feel for a presence: one
Jasper Candos
. He felt it. Good, he's almost here. The man unclipped his lightsaber from his belt, double checked to make sure it was on training mode, and clipped it back to his belt as he waited for the padawan.
Travot strolled on the upper promenade, looking past the teeming padawan packs that rambled around from class to class and towards the mountains and the forests in the background. He'd much rather be there, in the quiet wilderness communing with the Force and nature. Yet the man knew he hadn't become a jedi to become a recluse or a hermit. He had become one to help change the galaxy for the better, and that meant working with its peoples. He side-stepped a pair of padawans practicing their latest telekinetic lessons with a few rocks and reached one of the more secluded areas of the walkway that ran into a grove of freshly planted saplings.
This is quiet as I'm going to get around here, isn't it? He closed his eyes and waded into the currents of the Force to feel for a presence: one
