Elijah Black
Roll of the dice
Balmorra had been a success. Hadn't it? At least to her knowledge. The SSC prisoner had escaped, the One Sith base had even suffered significant damage. Though she had called them in, it had primarily been a Silver Sanctum Coalition operation, and she was not privy to the all the information coming from their command centers.
Officially Zylah Dvale was associated with the Jedi Order, but these days she felt distanced from it. Their interactions became fewer and fewer, and the times between each visit longer and longer. She was at this point more or less an unaffiliated Jedi Knight. She wouldn't call herself rogue, she had far from abandoned her Jedi ways, but she did feel like a free agent for better and for worse. As such, she had jumped onboard with the Silver forces when they left Balmorra behind. When they landed on Voss she had felt no immediate cause to leave.
This was her first time on Voss. It was a beautiful planet, inhabited by a people and culture unknown to her. She didn't know much about the place, aside from it's role to the SSC. Zylah decided that considering that, the only right thing to do was to visit the Jedi Temple. She was dressed the part. On Balmorra she had worn the black robes of the Sith. They had been useful for the infiltration part, but beyond that she didn't want them. She had left them behind. The pale and blue-eyed Arkanian-Human Offshoot still had her light brown and beige tunics, looking decidedly like a Jedi. Her trusted lightsaber with its elongated hilt rested safely attached to her belt.
Zylah's interactions with the Silvers had been minimal. She remembered when the Republic had been forced to withdraw from roughly half their worlds, leaving the Jedi temple on Ossus behind. The Silvers had taken over protection of the planet and the temple, something which had been a great relief to Zylah. She had been present for that exchange, and seen enough to know that they were all Jedi here. Even so, she felt foreign as she walked the steps up to the temple. The one soothing feeling was the comforting and judgement free presence of the uncorrupted Force.
[member="Connor Harrison"]
Officially Zylah Dvale was associated with the Jedi Order, but these days she felt distanced from it. Their interactions became fewer and fewer, and the times between each visit longer and longer. She was at this point more or less an unaffiliated Jedi Knight. She wouldn't call herself rogue, she had far from abandoned her Jedi ways, but she did feel like a free agent for better and for worse. As such, she had jumped onboard with the Silver forces when they left Balmorra behind. When they landed on Voss she had felt no immediate cause to leave.
This was her first time on Voss. It was a beautiful planet, inhabited by a people and culture unknown to her. She didn't know much about the place, aside from it's role to the SSC. Zylah decided that considering that, the only right thing to do was to visit the Jedi Temple. She was dressed the part. On Balmorra she had worn the black robes of the Sith. They had been useful for the infiltration part, but beyond that she didn't want them. She had left them behind. The pale and blue-eyed Arkanian-Human Offshoot still had her light brown and beige tunics, looking decidedly like a Jedi. Her trusted lightsaber with its elongated hilt rested safely attached to her belt.
Zylah's interactions with the Silvers had been minimal. She remembered when the Republic had been forced to withdraw from roughly half their worlds, leaving the Jedi temple on Ossus behind. The Silvers had taken over protection of the planet and the temple, something which had been a great relief to Zylah. She had been present for that exchange, and seen enough to know that they were all Jedi here. Even so, she felt foreign as she walked the steps up to the temple. The one soothing feeling was the comforting and judgement free presence of the uncorrupted Force.
[member="Connor Harrison"]