Blade of Ession
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Briana Sal-Soren
Heinrich stepped out of the shuttle and onto the ground of Ossus, taking in his surroundings as the door closed behind him. He hadn't been to the planet since he was a child, having only visited under the supervision of his former master. The Crusade had recently become aware of a group of Jedi that had taken up residence on the planet, and wished to begin establishing contact. Since both groups were in the business of healing the Tingel Arm, the Crusade deemed it wise to work together. Heinrich had opted to go alone, as he didn't want his fellow Jedi to see him as a diplomat, but rather, as one of their own.
He was meant to meet a particular Jedi, someone whom he hoped could provide him with information. Heinrich had sent his coordinates prior to landing, and patiently waited for their arrival. As he stood next to the ship, he could help but to reflect on just how far the Crusade had come. What had begun as a ragtag band of exiles and believers had slowly formed into a proper galactic power, spreading the Light wherever they set foot. It was a strange feeling, if he had to be honest. In all his years, Heinrich never would have thought he'd be in such a position. Some days, he almost wished he was just a normal Jedi, back at the academy like all those years ago. But that was in the past, now. Though the new temple was being built, Heinrich would likely spend little time there. His duties were much greater now, and he would serve dutifully.
As his thoughts trailed off, Heinrich picked up an incoming Force signature on the horizon. Gathering himself, he stepped forward, eagerly awaiting the arrival of his contact.


Heinrich stepped out of the shuttle and onto the ground of Ossus, taking in his surroundings as the door closed behind him. He hadn't been to the planet since he was a child, having only visited under the supervision of his former master. The Crusade had recently become aware of a group of Jedi that had taken up residence on the planet, and wished to begin establishing contact. Since both groups were in the business of healing the Tingel Arm, the Crusade deemed it wise to work together. Heinrich had opted to go alone, as he didn't want his fellow Jedi to see him as a diplomat, but rather, as one of their own.
He was meant to meet a particular Jedi, someone whom he hoped could provide him with information. Heinrich had sent his coordinates prior to landing, and patiently waited for their arrival. As he stood next to the ship, he could help but to reflect on just how far the Crusade had come. What had begun as a ragtag band of exiles and believers had slowly formed into a proper galactic power, spreading the Light wherever they set foot. It was a strange feeling, if he had to be honest. In all his years, Heinrich never would have thought he'd be in such a position. Some days, he almost wished he was just a normal Jedi, back at the academy like all those years ago. But that was in the past, now. Though the new temple was being built, Heinrich would likely spend little time there. His duties were much greater now, and he would serve dutifully.
As his thoughts trailed off, Heinrich picked up an incoming Force signature on the horizon. Gathering himself, he stepped forward, eagerly awaiting the arrival of his contact.
