Private Echo Within

[Emery Lloren]

Echo Within

"Hope is the dream of a walking man."
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Equipment — Coded datapad, a holo-book, his Lightsaber.

Clothing — Casual civilian clothing beneath light colored Jedi robes.

Theme — The Mannequin Song
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Tython was quiet, but never still. The wind moved through the hills like it had somewhere to be, catching the edges of Emery’s cloak as he stepped down from one of the old temple paths. Stones lined the trail, half-covered in dust and moss, worn smooth by time and the feet of countless others who had walked this way before.

He hadn’t come with a real objective in mind, only the Force, hopes, and, dreams. Emery didn't really know why he'd come to Tython. Nevertheless, he closed his eyes, trying to feel the Force to be taken to another realm inside himself. It was becoming a habit, letting the Force tug at him like a thread on a sleeve and following it wherever it led. Today, it had led him nowhere. Emery opened his eyes again and took on the scenery, looking at the ground, the sparse trees, and, a wide clearing edged in the walls of something older than the Order he’d grown up with.

The silence here wasn’t empty. It had a rhythm to it, Emery liked it that way.

He adjusted his grip on the satchel at his side, feeling the faint outline of his lightsaber beneath the fabric of his jacket. Civilian clothes beneath his robe, practical and unremarkable, save for that one detail.

Tag — Jax Thio

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[Jax Thio]

Location: Tython
Equipment: Jedi Robes, Jax's Prosthetic Arm, Jax's Third Lightsaber, Marriage Ring to Jairdain
Tag: Emery Lloren


After 15 years Jax arrived at an NJO stationed planet, of course it wasn't any planet but Tython: The birthplace of the Jedi Order. Even before he set foot on Tython, Jax could feel the planet imbued by the Force fueling the rhythm of life. A smile formed on Jax's lips a mixture of nostalgia mixed with bittersweetness. The NJO has done a great job of sheparding Tython making sure that it would never fall to the dark again as it did during the Second Great Hyperspace War. Jax had not so fond memories fighting to save the planet from the clutches of the Brotherhood of Maw. They poured everything they had on Tython, but Galactic Alliance and their allies beat them back.

Now Jax returned, older, and more war weary than he cared to admit. He didn't know what compelled him to return, maybe the longing to reforge old bonds with his friends. Jax remembered being disillusioned with the NJO and Alliance after he was being put through the ringer through the constant wars. Jax was so consumed by war, the constant battles, and the physical and mental trauma he endured that he just...... snapped and fell to the Dark Side. When his stepdaughter bought Jax to his senses, he already felt shame for what he did and went into self-exile where he didn't resurface until..... now.

The Jedi Master landed his X-Wing onto the space pad and walked around the area his eyes darting around. He could feel a presence here but the question was: Where are they?

 

[Emery Lloren]

Echo Within

"Hope is the dream of a walking man."
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Equipment — Coded datapad, a holo-book, his Lightsaber.

Clothing — Casual civilian clothing beneath light colored Jedi robes.

Theme — The Mannequin Song
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Emery had been standing near the edge of a stone platform, one of the older ones nestled into the hillside, letting the wind pull through his coat as he watched a bird trace lazy spirals in the air below. The hum of a new arrival stirred something at the edge of his senses, faint but persistent.

He turned, just enough to see the X-Wing now settled on the far landing pad. The signature was unfamiliar, but the weight of the presence it carried wasn't. It was like the echo of a memory carried through the Force.

A figure emerged from the ship, and though Emery didn’t recognize the face, something about the way he carried himself spoke of distance walked and burdens held long past when they should’ve been laid down.

He didn’t approach right away. Instead, he stood still, allowing his presence to be felt before being seen. Some people needed time to arrive, even after they’d landed.

Eventually, he stepped away from the railing and moved down the path toward the older Jedi, his pace calm but purposeful. There was no announcement, no challenge. Just an openness. When he reached a comfortable distance, Emery offered a nod, not formal, not expectant, just quietly respectful.

He didn’t speak right away. But when he did, his voice was steady.

“I wasn’t sure what I'd get today. But I think this is a pleasant surprise.”

There was no judgment in the words, only acknowledgment. Emery’s gaze was steady, grounded not in history, but in presence.

Tag — Jax Thio

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[Jax Thio]

Location: Tython
Equipment: Jedi Robes, Jax's Prosthetic Arm, Jax's Third Lightsaber, Marriage Ring to Jairdain
Tag: Emery Lloren


Jax continued to walk, the Force growing stronger with each step he took. It was trying to tell Jax something, even though Jax wanted to know what or who the Force was leading him to, he learned over the years to stop asking questions and put his trust into the Force. It always acted with a reason and it was up Jax to see what the Force's will was and act on the information. As he Jax left the space pad, he saw a young man with blond hair also reaching out to the Force for guidance. Was he lost? Or was this anomaly that the Force was telling Jax about. "One way to find out." Jax thought.

"Life is unpredictable," Jax smiled. "Truth be told, I'm surprised to be back in Alliance space. It's been too long."

The Jedi Master smiled. "I can see your unease Padawan," Jax said. "Relax, I'm not some Mandalorian ready to fight every Jedi on sight. I'm just here to see how the Alliance has held up in my absence."

 

[Emery Lloren]

Echo Within

"Hope is the dream of a walking man."
________

Equipment — Coded datapad, a holo-book, his Lightsaber.

Clothing — Casual civilian clothing beneath light colored Jedi robes.

Theme — The Mannequin Song
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He listened, steady and thoughtful, then offered a quiet nod.

“It’s been long for a lot of us,” he said, “even for those who never left.”

At the mention of unease, he glanced down for a breath, then looked back up.

“It wasn’t you,” he said simply. “The Force just felt different today. Like it’s holding its breath.”

He shifted slightly, not closing distance, but no longer standing apart.

“Still. You came back. That says something.”

Tag — Jax Thio

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