Long had it been since he had last set foot in a temple. Venturing to his home world had proved fruitless to him. He could not access it the way that his father had in the past. The Red Eye Armada was lost to him. Should he have landed he would not have found things as he would have preferred anyway. He was a wielder and wielders were not welcomed. Outcasts. Forsaken. The Lost of the lonely lands, a place where only the bravest ventured for most wielders eventually succumbed to madness anyway. No teaching, isolation, and power did not go well together. It would have been a terrible place for him.
He lamented the disappearance of his master, the Grandmaster. With her disappearance, the Jedi had gone. Korr had taken them to the Alliance, and perverted what they were meant to be. He had taken the Jedi and turned them into beasts of war, being who had perverted the lightside of the Force in the name of their crusade. No longer did the Jedi serve the light in the name of peace and serving the people of the Galaxy. They served themselves in the name of a government. It was wrong.
But there was always hope in the darkest of times.
So it was that he'd come to be told of the Republic once more gracing the galaxy with it's presence. He hadn't been overly fond of the Republic. Their pompous nature and attempt to completely control what the Jedi did had been part of their downfall. Not the ultimate cause, but certainly a contributing factor. As he'd heard it, this remnant of that Republic seemed to have established itself with the principles of non-interference, and treated the Jedi as private citizens rather than as a mobile arm of their military. He could see the wisdom in that. No red tape for them to deal with, and they could decide how best to serve.
So he arrived on Ciomia. It was a dangerous place, as he could clearly see. The storms played havoc with his transport, and he had to fight tooth and nail just to get someone to take him out beyond the city. Even then they wouldn't go the whole way and left him to wander on foot. Dangerous as that was, he managed, and eventually found his way to the temple, his pack slung over his shoulder, lance strapped that way, shield on his arm. It was the best way he had found to travel. He approached the entry, hidden as it was, and knocked.
Seamed as good a thing to do as any.
[member="Alexandra Feanor"] [member="Lilla Syrin"]
He lamented the disappearance of his master, the Grandmaster. With her disappearance, the Jedi had gone. Korr had taken them to the Alliance, and perverted what they were meant to be. He had taken the Jedi and turned them into beasts of war, being who had perverted the lightside of the Force in the name of their crusade. No longer did the Jedi serve the light in the name of peace and serving the people of the Galaxy. They served themselves in the name of a government. It was wrong.
But there was always hope in the darkest of times.
So it was that he'd come to be told of the Republic once more gracing the galaxy with it's presence. He hadn't been overly fond of the Republic. Their pompous nature and attempt to completely control what the Jedi did had been part of their downfall. Not the ultimate cause, but certainly a contributing factor. As he'd heard it, this remnant of that Republic seemed to have established itself with the principles of non-interference, and treated the Jedi as private citizens rather than as a mobile arm of their military. He could see the wisdom in that. No red tape for them to deal with, and they could decide how best to serve.
So he arrived on Ciomia. It was a dangerous place, as he could clearly see. The storms played havoc with his transport, and he had to fight tooth and nail just to get someone to take him out beyond the city. Even then they wouldn't go the whole way and left him to wander on foot. Dangerous as that was, he managed, and eventually found his way to the temple, his pack slung over his shoulder, lance strapped that way, shield on his arm. It was the best way he had found to travel. He approached the entry, hidden as it was, and knocked.
Seamed as good a thing to do as any.
[member="Alexandra Feanor"] [member="Lilla Syrin"]