Private Fresh Beginnings

[Mysa Snowstrider]

Mysa Snowstrider had not been on Coruscant in a very, very long time. Though it was the heart of the Galactic Alliance, and thus a central hub of Jedi activity, she had until recently belonged to the Silver Jedi. The dismantling of the Sanctum had left the Silvers in a strange state of limbo, most were still beholden to the Order but they were far more spread now, and it was hard to know exactly what their mission statement was.​

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She had not been a Jedi for a great many years. She had not identified as one, instead she had stood alongside her younger brother, Theryn, as he governed their homeworld of Aurum, far from Midvinter which she herself called home. The Alliance sat between both planets, and thus it made more sense for her to come here, to the heart of the Galaxy, in order to begin her training anew. Kashyyyk was much too close to Midvinter, and thus extremely far from Theryn. She could not protect him if she was not close by.​

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And... she had to protect him. She'd promised their Father.​

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So: Coruscant.​

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It was a very busy planet, which could be said of any ecumenopolis. Quite frankly, when compared to the two worlds of her origin, any world could be deemed busy. Loud, too. As she left the hangar bay which Bright Knight had docked within, Mysa found herself covering her ears. Starlin Rand had needed to rendezvous with his students, an act she did not wish to interrupt, so she had taken it upon herself to go on ahead without him. Maybe that had been a mistake. The sensory overload was immense, to the point where she almost felt as though she'd have to dampen her connection to the Force just to survive.​

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Hands pressed over her ears, she took in a deep breath and approached the Jedi Temple. One foot in front of the other, she was reminding herself, one breath then two, in and out. In... And out.​

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How did one join the Jedi exactly? It was a question she hadn't bothered to ask until that very moment, as she entered from the hangar's entrance into a long and lofty corridor. Ornate was one word to describe it... Tasteless, too. At least in her eyes it was. For all the wealth which had been poured into this place, countless worlds could have been aided. It did not sit well with her, and certainly did not make a good first impression, but who was she to judge really?​

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She'd neglected her duties too, had she not?​

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Caedyn Arenais ​

 

[Caedyn Arenais]

CAEDYN ARENAIS​

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Apparel: Jedi Garments.
Utilities: Caedyn's Staff.

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The corridor that connected to the Jedi Temple's Hangar where Mysa Snowstrider had entered, contained a number of Jedi personnel coming and going, and among them was Caedyn Arenais who had just returned from a visit to the Outer Rim World Svivren. Standing with him was his droid, Lexas. Usually found upon the Repertoire, Lex had accompanied the Jedi Knight on into the Temple where the two were discussing the state of the private Corvette, its need for a resupply and general maintenance.

The doors to the Hangar would slide open with a mechanical hiss once more as the small blue and white metal ball that was Caedyn's astromech droid came rolling across the floor, zipping passed Mysa Snowstrider and almost bumping into the lanky legs of the protocol droid before coming to a halt. Chirping excitedly, Chip seemed to be speaking in binary to the Jedi Knight, giving a series of whistles and clicks to follow.

"Relax, Chip. Yes, we're staying for a while and yes you can go and visit Ariana Du Couteau , but do make sure to watch your pace. There are others that walk these halls too, you know?" Caedyn replied to the BB-Series Droid, cautioning the little one for its overzealous haste within the Temple.
"Master Caedyn is correct, you should show more respect to the Jedi Temple. Do you want to be locked on the Repertoire?" Lexas chimed in, his mechanical tone simulating a stern warning when in reality the protocol droid held no more authority than Chip himself did.

The astromech retaliated with a series of agitated beeps and whistles, causing Caedyn's brows to lift and bite the inside of his cheek as he glanced around to check if anyone else had understood the shade the little ball had thrown. "Enough you two" Caedyn cut in before the discussion could turn into an argument, "Lex, see the ship is catered to. Chip, mind your language. Both of you, I expect nothing but your best behaviour" Caedyn concluded, giving them both a dismissive wave with his right hand, to which both droids complied and would leave him to his business.

In the absence of the droids, Caedyn rolled his eyes and muttered something impolite under his breath. Those two could really get into it with one another, and the Jedi Knight was often forced to intervene; Whoever said droids had no feelings, had obviously not met a pair like Chip and Lexas. On their own they were fine, but together they knew the right buttons to press.
The journey had been long, and frankly, Caedyn was glad to be back on familiar ground and off of the ship. He enjoyed travelling but it was good to return to the Coruscant Temple, to reconnect with the Jedi there. Between the Svivren, Commenor and the Mnemosyne Enclaves and Temples, Caedyn's hands had been rather full of mediating between their many needs and his responsibilities overseeing them.

As he was about to start making his way further into the Temple, the movement of another person nearby caught his attention and she somehow struck him as looking a little out of place, or perhaps it was uncertainty that he read in her body language. Coruscant was host to many visitors, not all of which were Jedi or familiar with the complex layout of a Temple this size, and so Caedyn thought it might not hurt to offer his assistance if it was at all required.
"Greetings" He smiled as he approached Mysa Snowstrider , "Forgive the disturbance, but may I be of help at all?" he asked gently. Perhaps it was too great an assumption but it never hurt to be kind to others, and so if his assistance wasn't needed, then at least he had been sure to greet the other person in an act of friendship.