The Lion King
The Assembly Chamber
Planet Voss
All things must come to an end.
Jedi Master [member="Sorel Crieff"] had been summoned to the Assembly chamber, where Thurion and [member="Coci Heavenshield"] - Grandmaster and Master of the Order respectively - awaited her arrival. While they waited, Thurion stood before the grand seat where he had attended so many council meetings over the years, ever since Iella inducted her into the Order. His fingertips caressed the sleek armrests, and for a moment he felt the faintest bit of regret over what was to come.
But one look over at Coci, now quite clearly with child, told him it was the right decision to make.
For two decades the two had guided the Order of the Silver Jedi, to a point where Thurion barely remembered a time when he wasn't Grandmaster. The council had elected him to succeed Iella E'ron following her tragic passing, and he had carried out his duties as best he possibly could, for better or worse. But he was tired now and, as much as he loathed to accept it, his spirit was no longer in it.
It was time for another to assume the heavy mantle of leadership, to guide the Order and its members into a new dawn.
Standing next to his wife, he couldn't help but placing his lips upon hers for an all-too brief kiss, his hand settling upon the rather obvious bump of Coci's belly. "We're finally, really doing this, aren't we," he asked her with an adoring smile.
By the time Sorel would appear, the two would greet her with a bow befitting her soon-to-be station, should she accept their offer.
Planet Voss
All things must come to an end.
Jedi Master [member="Sorel Crieff"] had been summoned to the Assembly chamber, where Thurion and [member="Coci Heavenshield"] - Grandmaster and Master of the Order respectively - awaited her arrival. While they waited, Thurion stood before the grand seat where he had attended so many council meetings over the years, ever since Iella inducted her into the Order. His fingertips caressed the sleek armrests, and for a moment he felt the faintest bit of regret over what was to come.
But one look over at Coci, now quite clearly with child, told him it was the right decision to make.
For two decades the two had guided the Order of the Silver Jedi, to a point where Thurion barely remembered a time when he wasn't Grandmaster. The council had elected him to succeed Iella E'ron following her tragic passing, and he had carried out his duties as best he possibly could, for better or worse. But he was tired now and, as much as he loathed to accept it, his spirit was no longer in it.
It was time for another to assume the heavy mantle of leadership, to guide the Order and its members into a new dawn.
Standing next to his wife, he couldn't help but placing his lips upon hers for an all-too brief kiss, his hand settling upon the rather obvious bump of Coci's belly. "We're finally, really doing this, aren't we," he asked her with an adoring smile.
By the time Sorel would appear, the two would greet her with a bow befitting her soon-to-be station, should she accept their offer.