Absolution

[WolfMortum]

The ice cold wind whipped up around his barren cloak, hood covering his face, facial hair frosted from the frozen worlds climate, the figure moving out among the open tundra nearing the small village that he'd taken up residence within for the last twelve years. Twelve long years. Veiere felt he was getting old, little of his former life held any weight in his day to day activities anymore though the pain and the resentment hadn't left him. Though he weren't governed by his emotions, deep down he questioned himself still.

The Force flowed across the land so vividly where nature sent her torrential winds throughout the snows, the blanket of life subtly in-twined with evidence of the living force guiding everything in harmony towards its end, perhaps especially so the old man that he was, wearing the worn garments of a forgotten age.

It still crippled him, knowing the direction the galaxy had taken to. Nothing was as fine lined as it had been last he was of the Order. To date the Sith were more commonly found than the Jedi and with all the chaos surrounding the dark side, so many splinters of mercenaries and criminality was heard of across the holo-news channels that managed to reach his little settlement via the capital city.

Closing his eyes, he pushed away those negative thoughts. They came to him from time to time, the force speaking through his emotional vulnerabilities never having been able to discard them as was traditionally required. Around him, the force pooled from all the living things, the water against the snow, the ice and further below it the dirt frozen and black though containing as much essence of the Force as all other things within a miles radius; to his center he drew upon this power and found warmth within it, applying Curato Salva to ensure that he did not collapse in the white abyss. Several more kilometers and he would reach his humble settings, passing the two settlers that lived nearby before finding the comfort of his own sanctuary.

 

[Théodred Heavenshield]

Not exactly a fine pilot, probably why Mr Dashiell had given Theo an old freighter to make the delivery to Alzoc III and as soon as he saw the icy planet's landscape he was even more convinced Mr Dashiell had sent him on purpose. Several times he had talked to Theo about going home to his family, only to be met with a stubborn response. But deep down, in his heart, he was homesick. So much had happened to Theo on his journey, from Nar Shaddaa to Ceto and no doubt more was in store for him on his return but that was still to be determined.

He wanted this over with, drop off the package and leave, and so he left the ship with package under his arm and jacket on his back to step foot on the icy fields. As soon as the cold bit his skin it was like he lived again, he could not help but stop, his breathing heavy with the sudden infusion of life in his limbs and blood. Such is the blood of the Valkyri, such is the blood of his fathers before him. The cold is nothing to Theo save for life itself.

He found the village in his sights, it did not look like much, a few house that appeared to be residencies, lights pushing their glow through the snow which was a welcoming sight. The message on the wind, told him no malice lived here or if it did it was very well hidden. As is his habit, Theo lifted his gaze to the skies, and read the clouds, "It shall snow tonight", he said to himself, before he began the walk to the village.

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[member="Veiere Arenais"]​

 

[WolfMortum]

[member="Théo Vhalorious"]

The small settlement was 'cozy' indeed, some distance split from the Capital, they enjoyed a more docile and isolated way of life with Alzoc III rarely ever being affected by the politics of war within the Galaxy; Veiere had chosen to settle upon this world for these reasons and the village even had a makeshift Inn, nothing alike the Cantina's of the larger worlds, this was a humble residence turned public stay of welcome in that the locals could come to drink and enjoy a warm hearth away from the snows that flowed on like a sea of white around them.

Pushing his way inside, he paused momentarily, eyes taking to his left to look upon the outside world in a brief moment of doubt and wonder. Something had, for a very minute second, taken his attention yet he'd lost it as quickly as it had come. The time away from such practices perhaps having dulled his senses or, he had to admit, he was possibly just being paranoid; always on the look out for trouble when having turned your back on the life. Veiere, cloak damp and snowed over, continued his way into the welcoming Inn where the warm air hit him like a womans embrace after a long haul.

"I was wondering when you'd show up, old man!" The call came from the back of the room to where the drinks were served and several of the locals turned briefly only to find the man they thought they knew, chuckling under their breath and turning back to their food and ales; here Veiere was no flourishing warrior of the force, here he was as much a nobody as the rest of them and in that sense, he was grateful for their acceptance as one of their own, the life a humble one. "Calm yourself, Deschan..." Veiere responded with a fond smile as he approached the bench and found a space between the others to lean across and hand the house owner a small bag of supplies he'd managed to bring in from the Capital, "This is thanks, for the other night". Only two nights back Veiere's food supply had run dry and he'd been unable to make do with the wilds as the weather had taken a sour turn, Deschan the local tender of drinks had graciously helped him as happened in a small community as tight knit as theirs. People like these were those that offered a restored hope where Veiere knew so much of the darkness in the Galaxy.

"I'll be damned, a man who pays his way..." Deschan laughed hoarsly giving Veiere a hard time as friends did in their boisterous loyalty, "what will yer' be having then, old friend?" he asked while stocking the small goods and turning back to look to the robed one. Veiere had always worn such clothes and these people had come to get used to it. They might have thought him strange but as he was so often a help in the settlement rather than a nuisance like many outsiders, they'd found tolerance for his lack of modern taste in attires. Veiere soon ordered a warm drink, non-alcoholic and moved his own way to one of the tables in the far of the room, able to drink in peace and gather his thoughts for the coming days.

 

[Théodred Heavenshield]

That familiar crunching squeezing sound filled his ear with each step he took on the snow, along the street with no name. He looked down to his datapad, to see the name of the man to which his package is for, a house with a number but nothing more then that. Théo pulled his gaze around the town, to some of the houses to find the numbers, at least there seemed to be order in that and so he continued on until finally finding the place. There was no answer however, when he knocked on the door, he contemplated leaving the package on the step but he did not relish the idea of explaining to Mr Dashiell why the package had not been delivered with safety. Who knew of this place, and the people of the village, the package could grow legs and 'walk off'.

Théo decided to see if there was a shop or something with people that might be able to help him find this man, a Mister J. Tolen. He noticed a couple of men walking up the street and enter a house, or so he believed, they are to distant for him to hear their conversation but their laugh sang heavy on the cold air, he noticed the makeshift sign over the door to indicate it's true purpose and he made for it. On the step Théo kicked of the snow caked to his boots. His entrance heralded by the creaking door and sudden burst of cold air that followed behind him, only to be hit by a wall of warmth issuing from the heart against the wall. It prickled his skin, cold meeting hot and soon his cheeks flushed with it. The scene before him, so familiar yet not, but he had the smell of roasting meat greet him, be would have sworn he was back on Midvinter.

The room fell silent, heads turned as eyes looked over the foreigner that had graced the floor. But Théo payed them little attention, instead he walked to the Inn keep. "I .. I am looking for a man called .. J Tolen. I have this package for him. But I don't know where he is". The truth of it was that Théo did not know where he was either. As he waited from a reply, regardless of it's nature, he found the face of a man different to the rest of them, his attire telling Théo he is not of this place, although he might be accepted as one. The force is strong here, the force is strong in the man.

[member="Veiere Arenais"]​

 

[WolfMortum]

He felt the presence at the door before the handle was turned, his eyes lifting from his glass to look across the room, every voice and movement from the others becoming less and less noticeable as his sole focus shifted to [member="Théo Vhalorious"]. J Tolen, Veiere did not know of this name though nor did he know all of the others on a namely basis either. He watched in further silence as the younger man spoke with Deschan the Innkeep before eventually turning to notice Veiere studying him. There had not been another so strong in the force since he'd departed from Svivren, he'd known the system well and thus come to know the isolation of Alzoc III. This was the last place he'd expected someone like the boy to find him, the force flowed to Theo as water might escape through an outlet; the living environment, the room shared with such sentience and it all drew to the youth who's strength came from the prime of his connection to the world, living and spiritual. Unlike Veiere who was well into his age, those who still had their youth often held the best grip on their place in life, they simply lacked the ability and mind to make the most of it.

What was done, was done and there was no erasing the fact that Veiere too had been noticed, such was the way the Force connected those sensitive to it's presence. They were both now faced with a choice, they did not know of one another, were they friend or were they foe.

He drew in a long deep breath, his eyes falling half closed and filtering out all that was ahead of his table as his concentration delved into the ambient power of the force, extending his mental reach out towards the younger of the two and while physically looking no different the moment Theo had entered the establishment, he chose to communicate telepathically, words that did not cross the open air but were passed on through their shared bond with the life-stream of the room.

'I seek no conflict here,​

These are good people'.​

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It was a simple message, one that would be easily received as Veiere did not know just how able the younger male was in his knowledge and application of the Force. There were two primary concerns on his mind, one being himself but more so those around him, enough so for Veiere to sit upright and place both of his hands flat upon the table in front of him. These people were farmers, civilians who had no need to be involved in the world of spiritual warfare which was in a sense, what the fight between the Sith and the Jedi was, at the very core of it all. The battle of good and evil.

While he could not sense any malice nor ill-intention in the other, he could not assume that this boy was unable to mask himself and his desires from others, as so many had learned to do before. Veiere himself was not armed, weapons were not of his liking though he did own a lightsaber, it had not been removed from it's small keeping for quite some time, the right to wield such a thing was in his mind, a Jedi's right and he was no longer one.

Watching and awaiting the boys reaction, Veiere did not break his focus, his intentions neither hidden nor difficult for the newcomer to detect should he simply realize it. At his table, a seat empty across from him.

 

[Théodred Heavenshield]

The rather relaxed curious mood shifted to one of tension, as Theo spoke. There was a momentary glance between the Innkeeper and the man near the bar, Theo's senses went on alert, what had he walked into? He sat the package on the bar, and rest a hand on it, the other shifted to his side near his lightsaber just in case it was needed. "He is not here", finally the Keep spoke, yet Theo saw his eyes move to one of the other men present, which told him J Tolen was behind him.

"He ordered some ship components from Mr Dashiell on Ceto, I am just here to deliver them", he added hoping to quell their mood, he was met with silence for the moment, until a voice entered his mind.

Theo's ability to use telepathy is one of his strengths, having to learn it from a very young age in order to be able to communicate with his sister Nina. This is her only method of communication as she is mute. He understood, however, the man with the force strong around him would be wary just as he is but Theo sensed no ill intent from him and it was time to take a risk. He did not turn to look at the man but pushed the package toward the keep while he 'spoke'.

I only wish to complete my job​

the package is delivered .. Master. ​

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Now he turned to look at the man, his hands pressed flat to the table, Theo knew this posture it was ready for action if the need arose. Yet, the walked to his table pulled out the seat and sat down opposite him. He allowed his aura to reach the man, a gesture of good will telling him, he is Jedi.

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[member="Veiere Arenais"]​

 

[WolfMortum]

[member="Théo Vhalorious"] appeared to respond showing nothing in the way of hostilities towards himself nor the others of the establishment, Veiere catching a look from the bartender who seemed more concerned and intrigued by the sudden tensity in the air between them all, he was an intelligent young man, a nobody in the world of Alzoc III though rather empathetic towards his fellow man, it did not surprise Veiere that Deschan could tell something was a little off about the newcomer. Offering a brief shake of his head in response to the wary glance, Deschan seemed to settle a little while the newcomer turned his attentions to Veiere himself, approaching the table. The Force was strong in Theo, he was trained or at the very least nearing the completion of his training from what Veiere could tell by the way that it flowed around him, not nearly as chaotic and feral as it did around civilian lives who had no control over the natural elements but in a restrained, slow and peaceful motion unseen to those without their experience.

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"I only wish to complete my job​

the package is delivered .. Master. "​

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Curious, was the boy trying to communicate through to someone else or was he offering the grace and honor that only those of the Order were given by formality. The title of Master, a respectable one spoken to those of Knighthood or having ascended further in the hierarchy of the Jedi Order; those of knowledge and training to offer those with less. After so many long years with no communication with the galaxy outside, regardless of ill notion in Theo, Veiere couldn't just allow him to leave without first sating his curiosity. Was his isolation now in question; Followers of neither alignment often allowed those like himself to roam freely and without the constraints that the Jedi Order put into effect.

"Come, Join me and catch your breath.​

We should talk...".​

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The Force was a mysterious power in the Galaxy, one whos will often governed all else though few even acknowledged it let alone wished to understand. Veiere Arenais had become something of a believer in fate, only so that it was the Force that drove his fate and he did not allow things to chance nor believe in coincidence but rather put his lasting life and many interactions to the workings of the Force, the light that warmed his life and kept the darkness at bay. Understanding the boy to be of little immediate threat, his guard faded some enough for Theo to sense that he was not the only one following the path of the Jedi; though perhaps in far smaller doses on Veiere's part.

 

[Théodred Heavenshield]

He sat studying the man's face, just for a moment. It was lived in, hard lines etched there to speak of a wealth of experience and knowledge, whether it be of life or study. And written along those lines possible hardships, of pain and suffering of which Theo knew not. The lines reminded him of his father's face, the growing story of life on his coupled with scars from battles fought, which his father kept as reminder. Theo paid little attention to the man's attire, it matter not what one wears on the outside, it is what is worn on inside that matters the most.

"Thank you, I shall stay a while, I am in no hurry", he said dropping the need for telepathy. Although initially he wanted to get out of here, Alzoc and it's icy plains cut the heart, forcing memories painful to him to surface, yet there is this man who wants to speak with him. He did not have to, there was no danger in Theo's presence to the people of the village, he was just a stranger to him but there is sense of curiosity from him, which was returned equally.

It was such isolated place for one to find a master of the force, a Jedi by all accounts, that much was 'given' to him out of reassurance by the man through the force. Theo, now curious as to why this man is here on the waste land of a planet, and in this small village. It was not unheard of for Jedi to do such things, some would in order to find purpose, others to study, covert missions another reason, but this man did not seem to be here for that .. hiding maybe? But what from?

Theo wondered if he was hiding from himself .. just like he is.

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[member="Veiere Arenais"]​

 

[WolfMortum]

Veiere nodded, offering something of a brief smile before reaching for his flagon, lifting it in acknowledgement to the younger of the two before speaking softly, "Call for a drink if you want, lad...-Know how cold it can get out there...", the warmth of the drink a concoction of powder and blue-milk; not what spacers would consider a real mans drink but enough to warm the gullet and out there in the open tundra, such a thing was a luxury. Returning the large mug to the table, he drew in a quiet breath as his eyes dropped a moment in consideration, searching the force for any sign of guidance, yet greeted with only the noise of the room around them and those on their way to intoxication he simply nodded subtly before looking back to that of [member="Théo Vhalorious"] .

His brows furrowed a little, softly, as he looked the lad over now making no attempt to hide his study of the young Jedi, "Curious to find one of your kind around these parts..." He muttered almost inaudibly and sounding as if he were more speaking to himself than Theo. In exile he had had the company of few and though they were better than none, perhaps he forgot his manners from time to time, to which came blunt and open honesty in place of retrained policy. "I can't imagine what needs the Order might have in sending a delivery to a place as non-existent and irrelevant as this one..."; the package delivered hadn't escaped him and it found need of question in his mind. In over a decade he'd known none of these people to have associations with any sort of member affiliations, it was why he had come to call on the small settlement as his home, it meant nothing to the outside world. Regardless, his words were offered in quiet and out of ears reach of the rest of the locale, his left hand soon parting from the table with a slight wave as if to tell Theo to disregard his curiosity; Veiere having little need nor right to know.

"Tell me of yourself..." He soon added, leaning forward to place his elbows against the table, his hands lifting, fingers lacing and locking under his chin. There, poised, Veiere sought the help of the Force this time to quietly sift through the words that might be returned, dishonesty the trigger that might tilt the situation in any given direction had he be lied to.

 

[Théodred Heavenshield]

Although not cold, the idea of sharing a drink with this man across from him, felt appealing so Théo ordered the warm blue milk, even though more incline to the mead of the halls of Midvinter, not that he drank much. There was a few chuckles in the room an effect, no doubt, of the boy's order but Théo cared little about it. Yet, he paused for a moment as the man spoke, one of my kind? he knew what that meant, and grinned a little. However, his gaze fell to the table top, studying the grain in the wood with his eyes, before his finger tip traced along the line of the stained thick wood. "This is a hard wood, I don't recognise the tree from where it came, but it is strong but would be a bugger to carve".

He pulled his hand back to his lap, "I am not here working for the Order", he began and Théo suspected the man thought he was with the Jedi Order. "I .. I am here alone", he added and even was uncertain of the words he used. "I work for a company out of Ceto, salvaging company. I guess I am just .. finding my way". It would be difficult to explain the whole story, not just because it was long, but still the pain is raw. So much he had taken in over this travels which of course gave him much to think about, but either he had little time as work would leave him fatigued to think, or he pushed it away himself. Not wanting to face the reality of his own attitudes and desires.

"Is any place irrelevant?", he looked into the man's eyes now giving him the attention he deserved rather then table top. Asked for his history, to tell of himself which curiously Théo did not find alarming, he just did not know if the story was worth telling. "My name is Théo .. V .. Heavenshield, Jedi Knight". Him in a nut shell, and it was good to say it once.

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[member="Veiere Arenais"]​

 

[WolfMortum]

Heavenshield was not a name that he recognized though he nodded in understanding, regardless, there were thousands within the ranks of the Jedi Order once, it would be a rarity to have known them all. The remark in question to Alzoc III or any other place for that matter being irrelevant made the old man chuckle warmly, dipping his head to the left in a show of indifference though finding the truth behind the humor, "Not given all that we know and live by..." He replied in gentle agreement.

A Jedi Knight working for a salvaging company out of Ceto, that seemed an interesting case though he claimed to be finding his path still which lead Veiere to presume that [member="Théo Vhalorious"] had some doubts about his chosen path. The old mans first instincts told him to question this, to discern what might be causing a Jedi Knight to falter and reconsider their duty not to the Order but to the Force and all those that were connected by it, yet he found himself reluctant; not because this was not his business, it was a Jedi's prerogative to stick their noses where they didn't belong, that was how they got things done; yet it was more the fact that he himself had walked away from the path. Not in heart yet by the Duty.

The quiet laughter back at the counter to which the few were seated at, caused a slight bother to Veiere, finding that the younger of the pair had acknowledged it silently, soon caused the older to turn and look in the direction of the leisurely with an eye that silenced them quickly. Not by intimidation but previous experiences where Veiere had shown them his disliking for four manners; more so when it came to women and children. While Theo was far from being a Child, the conversation was a delicate one involving affiliation with a past of his own and he preferred it to be a smooth going one. "Oh to be small minded and easily amused..." He muttered loud enough for Theo to hear him, soon chuckling some more to himself and finally turning to look back across the table. "My name is Veiere Arenais, formerly of Svivren. Once, a Jedi Knight like yourself...-Now an old man sharing a drink with a past life" He smiled with a hint of aged mischievous.

 

[Théodred Heavenshield]

There were some aspects of the man called Veiere Arenais that reminded Theo of his grandpapa, it had everything to do with the mischievous glint in the eyes, he could not help but smile. Theo cared little about the laughter at his expense, he had been a 'victim' of it from an early age, but all his doing and on purpose most of the time, goofing around in classes trying to make the girls laugh. "It is nice to meet you Knight Arenais", manners are something his mother had made sure he possessed and so Theo began formality until told otherwise.

Yet, Veiere's final comment made him curious and somewhat saddened, "I spent some time on Nar Shaddaa before coming all the way down south, I worked in a bar and saw many look for the past in to bottom of a glass", he sincerely hoped this was not now Veiere's path, and one he hoped never to walk down. He understood despair, at such an early age now, not only personally, but having witness the lives spent doing nothing but trying to survive one day to the next, it had been a growing experience for the boy. Theo had had a sheltered life, not spoiled as such, but he had never wanted for food or clothing nor friendship and love.

But even though he had this knowledge there was still much to learn of life, he knew that now and was willing to learn it's lessons with more fortitude. "You are no longer in the Order? .. I .. I am sorry I am prying", he pulled himself up but he still possessed the curiosity of a child.

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[member="Veiere Arenais"]​

 

[WolfMortum]

Veiere paused for a time, dipping his gaze to offer himself consideration in how much that he might tell [member="Théo Vhalorious"] who was little more than a complete stranger to him, albeit one of the Order, though that came with it's own set of complications. "Just 'Veiere' thanks Lad" He smiled soon enough and glanced back to the younger with something of an impartial gaze, uncertain as to what might be the best way about explaining himself and his whereabouts. "Be that the case, would it concern you?" He instead questioned, knowing well the Jedi Order's mandate for those skilled in the Force being left to wander a rogue. It was a risk, suffice it to say that the Jedi Order didn't just allow it's members to fall away without close watch least they stray from their paths and learn to abuse their abilities, in turn misrepresenting the Order itself. The Edu-Corps or the Agri-Corps were commonly sought after as a solution to these individual 'needs' though Veiere hadn't walked away on a whim and he didn't much agree that he needed to re-consolidate his efforts, he maintained his faith in the force and continued in the practices of the Jedi in the quiet of his home here on Alzoc III and such a humbled life was a wanted one for him now.

Be that as it may, there were questions present in mind. How was the galaxy faring these days, most specifically the Jedi Order where the Sith Empire seemed to be returned with such a renewed vigor and asserted aggression. "Once, long ago...-The sect of the Jedi Order that I belonged to was laid siege to by the Sith..." His flagon was raised to his lips where he finished the last of the drink before returning it to the table where his gaze remained, "That was my last day as a Jedi Knight of the Republic" he nodded almost absently as he seemed to be recalling upon the memory. He'd chosen his words carefully, giving enough away to answer the lads curiosity while not betraying his own need for privacy over some aspects of what had happened. In a way, it was good to know that the Jedi Order continued to move forward, Veiere never believed that it would cease too though history held different tales especially where the Jedi were concerned. "Out of interest, what's the current state of the Order today?" he asked, looking back up to Theo somewhat thoughtfully, "...And what of the Sith?".

 

[Théodred Heavenshield]

He gave the man a smile, Théo liked him. "No not at all, I have my own reasons for .. ". He looked down at the table top again for a moment his eyes catching sight of the blue milk he had not touched yet. "Ah you were with the Jedi Order, so much has happened since you were there last. The Republic is all but gone unfortunately, the Sith just to powerful and stronger in numbers. And being so close to their borders ..". It did not take long before the Republic was over run and on the run.

"As for their current state, I cannot tell you. I was just a young boy when the Sith moved in and took over, and besides .. there is another Order of Jedi to the west of the galaxy that I belong to. I am not Jedi Knight of the Jedi Order, but Knight of the Silver Sanctum Coalition who are stationed on Voss". He did think it was unsafe to tell the man this information, after all the Sanctum is large now and known to the wider galaxy and a long way from here. The thought of which made him home sick again.

"The Sith are moving ever close to Sanctum borders as well, system after system they swallow up on their way, but knowing the Sanctum as I do, it will not be long before they meet head on". If that is the case, and he knew it would be, he would be home for that and part of the fighting forces. "If they are not stopped, Alzoc III would not remain isolated forever either .. eventually they would come".

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[member="Veiere Arenais"]​

 

[WolfMortum]

The Fall of the Republic at the hands of the Sith Empire, Veiere's placid facade broke, the mask that guarded his mind so carefully giving way to show the look of disappointment that followed, his eyes turning away from [member="Théo Vhalorious"] to look to his left, to the floor while his mind sought to process the information, knowing as soon as the younger man had spoken of it, that it was the truth of things. Then to hear of 'Another Order' as if the Jedi had been torn in half, this made little sense to him. "What do you mean when you say another Order?" He asked quietly, "The Jedi Order once had many branches, Enclaves and Praxeum's where those of us studied and trained in the many ways of the Force...-Is that what you speak of?", that the Jedi might split in half to focus on differing political pursuits was not something that Veiere had been aware of nor something he could comprehend. For the most part, being a Jedi meant not delving into the political matters of the Galaxy, especially between two governing giants like the Republic and the Galactic Alliance, the latter he knew little of. Once, the Republic had been a means of financial support but only by mutual arrangement, the Order itself had never been soldiers of any one political body but peace keepers where the Republic had the farthest reach yet the Jedi had served all. "Dantooine, Ilum, Ossus, Rannon and Svivren were just a hand full of these branches. Cells where Jedi based out of, or traveled between for long term assignments...".

This Silver Sanctum Coalition, the name on it's own answered his question. A Coalition, a group of ideals focusing towards a common goal; just how much had changed in his time of Exile. Veiere waved a hand, offering a quick shake of his head suggesting silently that Theo disregard his previous inquiry; all that Veiere didn't understand, the Force would see that eventually he might should it be his fate. Voss was another matter that surprised him, it was situated on the complete opposite side of the Galaxy closer to where the remnants of the Imperial age had been. Bastion and her neighboring systems, so much change in such a small space of time. Such was the turbulence of the Galaxy.

"This Silver Coalition of yours...-What is it's goal, the primary focus around this New Order of yours. They still believe themselves to be of the Jedi?".

 

[Théodred Heavenshield]

How was he going to explain what the Sanctum was all about, let alone more of what had become of the Jedi Order and the Republic. Naturally, Veiere wanted to know everything, after all the Order had formed a great part of his past life. His future however? Théo had to wonder on that, was this man going to stay here and continue his isolation gaining bits and pieces of the new of the galaxy or would it prompt him to come out of exile. It is one thing to be judgmental about what others do and why but to sit and do nothing about it, was another.

"The Jedi Order, have .. also split from the Republic. The last I heard before leaving Voss was that are trying to re-establish as a separate Order away from the politics and not be influenced by it all. They had become to ingrained in the workings of the senate and they had lost their way and was blinded to them. The Jedi Order is currently, under the protection of the Sanctum while they do this". He did not know more then this, after all he is not in any leadership position to be privy to it.

"The Silver Sanctum, have been in operation for at least thirty years now. I was not even born when this happened so I can't tell you why they broke away. But what can tell you is that the Sanctum are Jedi, and very much consider themselves to be. There ideals are the same of that of the Jedi Order, but .. they are more tolerant of others, other Jedi that .. sit outside that ideal if you like". He is referring to the Dark Jedi that fight for the greater good. "The Silver Sanctum are not politically influenced, they are not under any banner of a government, they stand alone in this regard. However, they do offer protection to the systems in their protected space but allow the governing bodies to get on with it. Unless of course there is trouble, and they go to peacefully help with negotiations".

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[member="Veiere Arenais"]​

 

[WolfMortum]

Thirty years this new Coalition had been in action and Veiere had managed to let it slip over his head, Svivren had seemingly done little to keep him in the loop of Galactic Affairs long before he'd turned to isolate himself from the former life. A new Jedi Order who's boundaries were lax'd where mixed ideals were concerned, he got the distinct impression from the moment of pause in [member="Théo Vhalorious"] that the other had just touched on arguably one of the more controversial failings of the previous Jedi Order. It was undeniable that the Jedi sought to serve the lightside of the Force, yet there were many members of the Order that claimed that the Force itself was not made up of two halves yet was merely one whole presence and simply fueled by the intentions and morality or lack of there in the user. Veiere Arenais was one such member.

The Dark Side of the Force, the Light Side of the Force; these were terms used to commonly describe the actions and inherent alignment in Jedi and otherwise yet Veiere strongly believed this to be an injustice while studying the Force. Naturally there were limitations of those studies, reasons to be cautious least you delve too deep and become corrupted by the innate thirst for power that all sentient life had deep within them. Beyond all doubts, he had been a Jedi Knight that served the Force and as such, life around him; yet his views were often argued by his peers and colleagues, a fact that he had always suspected was the reason to his being stationed in such a remote world as Svivren to begin with.

"Voss, you say..." He nodded a little, glancing back to study the younger man once more; the moment the Knight of Silver had entered the Inn, Veiere had felt on guard, not threatened so much but as if something else had come with this Theo character. Could it have been the Force that called to him again, that yearning to leave that sat on the edge of his mind hadn't been so present before until now but to what end would leaving his place of exile accomplish; no longer a Jedi Knight and estranged to so many, what difference could be found in someone as old as he.

 

[Théodred Heavenshield]

Théo nodded his head, "The Jedi Order is not on Voss", thinking Veiere was more interested in them than the Sanctum. "The last I heard they are establishing in wild space under Sanctum protection, on a space station under the grandmastership of Master [member="Shmi Labooda"]". He looked at the man curiously, there is a sense of shift in him, from what once was to the now, but what that 'now' was Théo was not strong enough to feel.

There are many within the Sanctum that sit closer to the middle of the alignment spectrum, rogues to dark Jedi along side the light siders. Although there are times when they clash, it is done so more for understand of each other rather then dogmatic views. How else does one learn?

"What will you do? will you move on if they come here?", he refers to the Sith that turn their eyes to all points of the galactic compass. His questions are pressing, wanting to know what this man is truly about. There is no sith sitting across from him, but is the Jedi in the man completely gone? "What did you do?", another open ended question.

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[member="Veiere Arenais"]​

 

[Hastur-Yig]

Feeling... grey spread around the air the snow picked up a soft bit. These lost Jedi, force users with human potential leaking from their souls were targeted by a being. Eldritch in nature and abhorrent to the eyes it began to slither through it's own mind until it reached it's destination, a forest filled with snow. It created a massive disturbance in the force over a short area. It would definitely be jarring in all forms of the word towards the two good willed men nearby. The elder was given a vision of a planet far away with a star of hope nearby, while the younger received a darker image. A woman growing into an animal of a feline nature before falling and fading into dust. These would flash by quickly and the details as clear as a memory.

The wind pushed like a giant's push and ended as quickly as the images flashed by. The towns people would see it as nothing more than some simple wind, though the two would feel its full force. In the distance, there lay a crater and in this hole rested a creature with tentacles gripping into the earth around the trench. Slowly from hunch it would rise up revealing its head, hidden behind bone hiding any features that a human would recognize as homely. Without eyes or mouth it's four arms reached up and stood still awaiting the men to come find him. The fir trees around it would cease rustling and the snow falling on it's arms would steam out into water. A young snow slug began slithering away from, but an arm reached out and grabbed it before stuffing the helpless lifeform against its chest. The set of external human-like ribs would open around it and a mouth on it's chest began to absorb the being.

The process was quick, painless, and instilled Hastur-Yig with more knowledge of the planet. Not much as it was through the eyes of a primitive non-sentient animal but it provided enough. So awaiting the party of two it's arms and head all to be seen at a glance it stood like a statue unmoving, waiting, much like the snow slug before it would do for it's prey.


[member="Veiere Arenais"] [member="Théo Vhalorious"]

 

[WolfMortum]

[member="Théo Vhalorious"] asked the question Veiere had earnestly hoped to avoid answering, though the reason for his isolation away from an Order he'd confirmed that he'd once been a part of wasn't a question that was hard come by, so when the words were offered, Veiere gathered his breath in a quiet inhale preparing himself to answer truthfully as he always did. "This Silver Sanctum of yours, it might not be as strict as the Jedi Order used to be when regarding ones emotions and the importance of acting on just reason rather than ones passions...-Judging by what you suggested were 'differing opinions' among your people", his left brow rose a little as he thought to himself, considering how best to explain himself. "Fear, anger, all things that can lead one down a darker path should you not be ready for the weight and the pull, the motivation that greed can give you in finding an easier path, a selfish path...-It was a Path that I strayed far to close to, the morale line that separates the light from the Darkness". Deciding it best to skip all possible details, knowing still so little of his new found company, Veiere turned his attention back to the younger man and smiled a little in softened dismissal, "Well...-That's enough of me for now, hm...".

As if on queue, something happened to shake the subject from the conversation, drawing Veiere's attention suddenly away from the confines of the room as he felt a weight befall upon the world of Alzoc III, his mind seeing farther than the physical walls around them would allow, the force aiding him to reach out towards the source for any possible clue as to what the cause was for the abrupt and alarming disturbance. [member="Hastur-Yig"] was his answer, though he could not yet see nor tell what the presence was, it felt sentient in nature and cold, cold like a hunger that could not be sated. Within seconds of finding the presence and trying to focus upon it, Veiere's mind was thrown, the presence invading it with visions that felt as real as memories of his own. A lone planet with a circling star, far far off in another corner of the Galaxy, surrounded by darkness save for the light that it's orbiting friend gave. From his seat, Veiere stood sharply, stumbling back a pace to push his chair over behind him, subconsciously finding the nearby wall to steady himself while he tried to make the most of the vision before it vanished, and vanished it did as quickly as it came, leaving him standing there in the room with the younger companion, the local men all looking across the room at the pair bewildered and on edge.

"You've been followed?" He questioned Theo though already found the answer in the Lads expression seemingly as taken as he by the new arrival, "-Seems wherever there's light, Darkness follows..." He added quietly under his breath, turning his attention to the nearby civilians and waving a hand apologetically; "Forgive an old mans nerves..." He called out to them almost soothingly before glancing back to Theo Vhalorious, "Something is calling..." the last words before he moved to leave the small inn, seeking his own little residence feeling as though he would need a very old possession, one whose blade would light the snow a humble green.