In Passing

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The Liberté was making its eighth pass through the system this week. Cedric understood the need for a tight web of security around friendly GA space, but he did not understand why a single vessel should have to make so many rotations before being switched out with another. It was not as if they were wanting for ships; the Galactic Alliance and her allies could bring forth one fo the largest fleets in the galaxy.

A fleet that his father had shattered with so little hesitation. The knight's brow furrowed as memories of Atrisia and the devastation that ripped it apart bubbled up from the darker depths of his mind. He knew Mephirium would be displeased with his choices - with his desire to stand with those that his family had chosen to name enemy. That reality gave Cedric some measure of guilt, though it was easily set aside. Guilt was a weak emotion for those that saw the bigger picture, and Cedric knew his father would have.

The Galactic Alliance that had attacked his people had not been wrong in their endeavors. The Dark Side was truly a cancer, and while some could be saved from its embrace, most would fall to its corruption. His father had been the one in a few trillion souls that could resist its malignant influence long enough to do some good with it before his death. The vast majority of those who dabbled in the forbidden arts lacked his father's sense of compassion and drive; thus they were reduced to ruin upon dealing with the ruinous powers.

"We're doing the right thing here," Cedric muttered under his breath as the the vessel docked at a nearby refueling station. The crew was changed for a fresher team, though Cedric remained. He was content to stand alone on the ship's lower observation deck, and let himself be carried away by the stars that shone through the glass beneath his feet.

[member="Aryn Teth"]

 

[Aryn Teth]

Aryn Teth

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The Liberté, Alliance Refueling Station G-78, Somewhere in Alliance Space​

Interacting With: [member='Cedric Grayson']​

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The expanse of space stretched out beyond the station as Aryn walked through the halls towards the docking tube where the Liberté had arrived. He had read of the ship before in the many, many reports the Jedi had been forced to trawl through after taking his position as a member of the Alliance's high command. Similarly, he had read of its commander, albeit only briefly. Grayson was not only a name he had recalled, but one he figured would be of increasing importance in the days to come, considering his devotion to assisting the Alliance in protecting its borders, and so even if it would likely only be a fleeting meeting, Aryn held a desire to properly meet and introduce himself to the other Jedi, and to get a read of him.

After a brief discussion with the guards outside, Aryn began to make his way through the docking tube, one of the rotating crew being kind enough to inform Aryn just where he could find Grayson. Taking the elevator down, he wandered out onto the observation deck, his footsteps spreading a light echo across the otherwise empty room as he walked up towards the figure standing atop the transparisteel surface. "Hell of a view, hm?" He queried as he wandered over to stand nearby, gaze flicking around as he looked out over the stars. Though his gaze was on the stars, his focus remained on Cedric, his force signature reaching out to Grayson's as he sought to surround himself with the other man's own presence, his own radiating out from him as he did so.