Healing a Troubled Mind...

[Julius Sedaire]

Thoughts stirred in his mind as his meditation stretched on. Impulses, fleeting impressions. Corellia had been liberated, freed from the yoke of the One Sith. And he had turned over the governance to elders who remembered the world as it had once been. Members of the League had been hailed as heroes, honored and awarded. But by and large most of them had retreated to their rogueish ways and various schemes and lives. They had maintained contact, as their types were apt to. If their home was ever threatened, those who had taken back to the Black could easily enough be called home.

Julius had been one of the ones to leave after he had helped get the Jedi Temple built in the Shashalah Mountains. It pained him, but the tedium of managing an Order and helping govern a Planet had worn on him. Wage a war? Sure. Lead a Rebellion? Hell he was gifted at it, or so it would appear. But the day to day, the aftermath, was what he floundered with. And so, he had retreated to Socorro, to think and seek solace. Always he came back to the Black Sands, and to his home there. Training, meditating, seeking wisdom and the will of the Force. Sometimes he found it, sometimes not. But the events of the Rebellion had harrowed him, and he still felt wrong for some of his deeds.

His mind drifted the Force, seeking answers and calling to whatever the Will of it might bring him to. Calling and listening both, waiting for answers to the questions his consciousness wrestled with. Who was he? For his whole life he had served a cause... The Republic had fallen, and so the Order had as well. The Alliance was crumbling, indolent and hypocritical in it's morals and actions. Corellia was free, and he was then done there. Where did he turn now, to what did he pledge himself? These thoughts he channeled into the forefront of his mind, to focus on. A warrior without a purpose an cause was a dangerous thing.

A face he knew and yet didn't flooded murky and dim in his minds' sight, and an ancient ruin, but they were gone before he could discern the purpose.

[member="Darius Sedaire"]

 

[Cedric Grayson]

It had been months since Darius set foot on Soccoro.

Since the granting of his title as a Jedi Knight, the boy had taken to the stars. For a time, he'd followed his master's example and fought alongside the Galactic Alliance, at least until circumstances shook his faith in the newly emerging galactic power. It was not the nation's war-like state of being, nor was it the obvious trepidation of their Jedi leaders, but something else entirely.

[member="Mediha"] was gone. For all Darius had said of the Nightsister during their time together, he found that he missed her -- terribly, in fact. He looked to the co-pilot's chair from time to time, only to find it empty and be reminded of her absence. Why she had gone, he had no idea. Perhaps she'd gotten her use out of him. Perhaps she'd been called away by her kin. Darius did not know, and he doubted he ever would.

He'd been tempted to seek out [member="Kinsey Starchaser"] after Mediha had gone. The spark between the two youths had burned terribly brightly, and just as shortly. He had no clue where Kinsey might have gone, though he guessed it had something to do with Coren's subsequent disappearance from the galactic plane. He decided not to make any attempts to find her -- his duties lay elsewhere.

Over and over, he ran through the doctrines of the old order. Since early youth, Darius had felt a deep kinship with the lessons of the old masters, and he was beginning to see merit in limiting one's attachment to others. Such attachments had ruined his perception of the Galactic Alliance, had handicapped his capabilities in the line of duty, and left his hear hurting. There were terribly few Jedi left in the galaxy, Darius estimated only a few hundred remained, and he could not let himself be hampered by such human pains. He was expected to rise to the task, not wallow like some abandoned child.

Resolved to cast out these doubts and emotional pains, Darius had made for the only constant left in his life. He felt his master's presence long before he caught sight of Julius. Clad in a leather great-coat that still managed to look 'Jedi' in appearance, Darius strolled through the grounds of Socorro until he was lingering over the older man.

The youth's face split in a wide smile, and without a word, he collapsed downward to wrap his arms around Julius and pull him close, his anguish forgotten for the moment.

[member="Julius Sedaire"]