Public In the Footsteps Of Ancients

[Thal Mantis]

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Dantooine


The sun crested the horizon, lowering down. It had taken him a great long while to get here, a great many things. And it wasn't clear why he was here. The ship he had been on was curious to his request, but all too happy to fulfill it. Payment for delivery, and then retrieval in three days time. Three days seemed like long enough for what he wanted to do.

Vilaz Munin was right- he had no idea who he really was. The Mandalorian armor he brought here, and that he wore on the ship, didn't feel right in wearing here. Sacred ground and all. But was it really sacred? To him- at least. Sacred enough, he supposed. But at the end of it all, it was a building. It was a building, a collection of stone, steel, and rocks that had been at one point- the Jedi Enclave. A great many Jedi passed through here.

He walked upon the grass, reaching out to touch it with bare hands. His armor hoisted over his shoulder, he wore the Jedi robes that Romi Jade had bestowed to him. Maybe they would give him some sight, some purpose. He walked, examining the abandoned, decaying structure. What was he looking for here, exactly? What did he expect to find? Something, he hoped. He'd gone through a lot in the past year alone. He approached the enclave, hands in the tall, golden grass of Dantooine. It was peaceful here. At the least, he could say that.

 

[Ti-Fal Jurgon]

Strange. That is how Ti-Fal felt about the Jedi Enclave on Dantooine. It was nothing like the halls of the Jedi Temple that he was raised in. Even still, after centuries, Ti-Fal could still feel the presence of the Jedi who were massacred there, their terror. He did not want to be there long. He stopped at a large tree in a courtyard. Ti-Fal sat down, crossed his legs, and began to meditate. Meditating had become a favored pastime of Ti-Fal's as it brought him peace when he was feeling distressed. He began to search the Enclave with the Force, searching for the knowledge he had come to learn. Then he found something else, something he didn't expect. Someone was here.

Thal Mantis

 

[Elise Ike]

How planets changed over the years, to see them rise and fall, to observe the locals and their life. Viewing the many organisation and galactic powers that called this place home. It was an ever enjoyable aspect to observe and Datooine was no different. Despite it’s location in the outer rim the lush green grassy planet had quite the interesting history.

She was unfortunate to young to have ever studied here, even in more modern times, the system seeming to have the ire of the Sith. Alas the place as I’d had over 1000 years ago reminded abandoned. It’s halls almost picked clean and partially destroyed from years of neglect and Sith disrespect. At times like this she despised being one herself, even if she wasn’t affiliated with the Empire or any Order.

These days the only visitors to the site where the odd scavenger looking for anything of value, brave Jedi sneaking past imperial security and people like her looking to preserve the history of such a building. As one would guess coming here was always unpredictable, though it seemed today her venture would be fruitful, the usual dull darkness around the planet being diluted with the aura of the light side from within the Enclave.

Donned in her ancient robes the brown haired women followed In the footsteps of many others.Though not hiding her presence from the others already inside Elise did make sure to hide her dark side aura, would be bad if the Jedi present got the wrong idea.

Ti-Fal Jurgon Thal Mantis