Private Guide the lost

[Arden Durane]

Arden stood in the briefing room on Silver Rest as he received information on the latest assignment. This was more so a volunteer basis than anything as there were many people whom had left the order on their own terms. Given the circumstances and what he had learned about this individual he couldn't help but believe this was something more. The commander wasn't one to let things like this go. He knew he couldn't help everyone, and the galaxy was a big enough place and he couldn't be everyone at the same time. But the times that he did have he was going to do what was necessary. There were those that go lost and even just some guidance or some closure of sort he wasn't going to leave them behind.

It wasn't in his nature to do so.

"If shes out there, I will find her." Arden spoke confidently as he planned to commandeer a shuttle and procure some probe droids to aid in his search. Time was of the essence, while he was sure that she was okay, once could never be too sure.

The hybrid by no means was going to force her to come back, but just to see what had happened and if she was okay.

These droids, smaller in size than the average probe droid to maneuver around much easier. They were uploaded with her image and features to help get a match faster. It wasn't too long before he embarked on his journey and procurred a landing spot on Castell.

The Jedi Master sent off the the trio of probe droids out, while he set out on his own. It was only a matter of time.

May the force be with them both.

Xian Xiao

 

[Xian Xiao]

When Xian had felt abandoned by the Jedi, she had left them. Her departure had seemed to be unnoticed and she returned to the planet she had been born on. Castell...though she had no real memory of her original family. What she did remember was getting shoved out of a window and picked up by a red-haired woman. That was why she kept her hair red.

Since her return to Castell, she had found a job and lived in a small run-down apartment on the ground. Stepping out of work, she pulled her hood up to cover her head. There was a storm in the air but she had revealed her appearance long enough to maybe be picked up by one of those probes she didn't know were looking for her. The person looking for her might even have caught sight of her personally as she walked.

Picking up some food for herself, she clutched the bag to her chest as she walked. Reaching home in one piece, she opened the door to the darkness that waited for her. Switching on a light, she got out of her work clothes and changed into something more comfortable. Putting on fuzzy slippers, she warmed up her dinner with the Force and sat down to eat.

Arden Durane