Saran Drast
Templar
Saran stood on the surface of Alderaan. She was trying to figure out where she was to go next. Coruscant had fallen. She knew that much. And she knew that she would willingly go to fight for it. Even if it ment rejoining the Jedi order. Which she wasn't sure she could do yet. But there was one problem:
Her fighting skills were getting sloppy from lack of use.
Still, she needed to prepare herself mentally for this step. She knew where she would head next. Ossus.
Something was off. She could sense someone. Someone she hadn't seen sense... No. That couldn't be. He was dead. She felt him die! How was he here?
[member="Tracyn Ordo"]
Her fighting skills were getting sloppy from lack of use.
Still, she needed to prepare herself mentally for this step. She knew where she would head next. Ossus.
Something was off. She could sense someone. Someone she hadn't seen sense... No. That couldn't be. He was dead. She felt him die! How was he here?
[member="Tracyn Ordo"]