Jaxton Ravos
Mindwalker of the Outer Rim
It had been a rough past couple of days, truth be told. Jaxton wasn't the best of friends with Asha Seren, but he respected her, what she had done for Daux, and how well she had trained her two apprentices Jericho and Thurion. Not to mention joining him in this expedition, this Silent Crusade against the onslaught of the major powers. When she had left a week or so ago to talk to speak with her husband Jax had wished her the best, as did several others, but he hadn't expected to feel her presence in the Force extinguished, from such a distance, so far away. Jaxton and the others worked their contacts around Coruscant and discovered she had been found dead, a victim of an explosion. Between the various investigations and family members back at Coruscant, Jaxton knew the Conclave was never going to find a body, and thus he didn't press.
So outside the Temple at Teth, Jaxton had worked on making a nice graveyard, found a stone and with one of the smaller lightsabers he could scrounge up carved the woman's name into the large rock and planted it into the ground. Later he summoned the rest of the crew to the site, and they began their service of sorts.
"We're gathered here today." He began, his face noticeably distraught, as would his emotions be for the more empathic members, but not yet crying. "Well, we all know why we're gathered here today." He said, a bit shrugging as he went along. He had never held a funeral before, nor did he ever think he'd be in the situation, so he couldn't say he was prepared or ready for it. "I regret not knowing Asha as well as I could have, and certainly not as well as some of you all have." Jaxton continued, and thought of the apprentices she had brought. He couldn't think of how difficult it must have been for them. "If any of you wish to say some words on Asha Seren, on the life she lead and the lives she'd touched, I'd like to extend the floor. Anyone who wishes to speak may, and we'll continue on when everyone has said their piece."
@[member="Qae Shena"] @[member="Daux"] @[member="Thurion Heavenshield"] @[member="Jericho"] @[member="Rosa Mazhar"] @[member="Quinn Vos"] @[member="Boolon Murr"] @[member="Teynara Jeralyr"] @[member="Seroth Ur-Rahn"]
So outside the Temple at Teth, Jaxton had worked on making a nice graveyard, found a stone and with one of the smaller lightsabers he could scrounge up carved the woman's name into the large rock and planted it into the ground. Later he summoned the rest of the crew to the site, and they began their service of sorts.
"We're gathered here today." He began, his face noticeably distraught, as would his emotions be for the more empathic members, but not yet crying. "Well, we all know why we're gathered here today." He said, a bit shrugging as he went along. He had never held a funeral before, nor did he ever think he'd be in the situation, so he couldn't say he was prepared or ready for it. "I regret not knowing Asha as well as I could have, and certainly not as well as some of you all have." Jaxton continued, and thought of the apprentices she had brought. He couldn't think of how difficult it must have been for them. "If any of you wish to say some words on Asha Seren, on the life she lead and the lives she'd touched, I'd like to extend the floor. Anyone who wishes to speak may, and we'll continue on when everyone has said their piece."
@[member="Qae Shena"] @[member="Daux"] @[member="Thurion Heavenshield"] @[member="Jericho"] @[member="Rosa Mazhar"] @[member="Quinn Vos"] @[member="Boolon Murr"] @[member="Teynara Jeralyr"] @[member="Seroth Ur-Rahn"]