Sarianna
Jedi Warmaster
Sarianna's life had changed much in her time among the silver jedi... mostly because she rarely found ones wanting to learn from her or train. She was a warrior, a firedancer, a battlemaster having won the right to be trained by Darron Wraith and standing there right now she held her two staves collapsed before sitting down. Finding a comfortable lotus position and her hair fell around her face. She was letting the sigil on her chest burn and wearing the gleaming silver gungnir armor something she took before the Republic scrapped the suits. A stupid choice on their part as the armor for jedi in combat situations was well worth it. She sat there and was reaching out with the force while she focused to find battle meditation and battlemind. Using the one to reinforce the other and loop herself into a continual renewal that could keep her going far longer. She pushed her mind outward from the Voss tower and was searching for the minds of the others.