
Slowly entering the domicile of the Jedi Order, a simply robed petite figure cut a determined path across the orate floors. Each stride saw toned, red-tattooed legs push out from the robe, before disappearing again with each step forward. Their hood was down, covering deep black hair, ornate jewelry of her adopted home and further red tattoos running up her neck to cheek.
The woman beneath the robe was no longer the girl that had left to find healing among the Ashlan Crusade. Her journey had taken her beyond that realm, beyond healing and into the depths of space, beyond the Outer Rim. Departing the Crusade a knight, she had grown a master of the Force within the nexus of Force energy beyond the lights of the C'Bal nebula. A resolute calmness washed over all that stood along the hallowed halls of the ancient order, emanated from a soul that had twice known death of the body and once the death of her spirit. The pure innocence of light, or joy, that had once radiated and grown and flowered into a confidence and surety of purpose that the Knight before could have only dreamed.
A message had been sent ahead. She suspected that the recipient would have thought her dead, or enveloped by the dogma of Ashla by now. But one thing the Jedi knew is that her friend

The Jedi Master, Ala Quin, knew that every moment brought her beloved people closer to certain doom.
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Judah Lesan
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