CITADEL, Rhen Var
Outer Rim
Connor Harrison was falling into darkness.
The sleet and crisp wind battered his body as he fell downwards from the snow-capped mountain above the mighty Citadel.
Catching his body on a soft outcrop of snow, it broke his fall with a hard crunch, and the rock below him crumbled, letting his body slide down the steep incline to the frozen lake below.
Rocks crashed around him, fresh from the fall, and split the ice with a dull crack and groan.
His body was battered and broken, and the ice split up around him, sending him into the icy water and into a sensation to one that felt like a thousand needles had struck him at once.
Connor's eyes snapped open.
His knees were up to his chest and his arms held a long brown cloak wrapped tightly around his body. He was sat on the long stairway of the Citadel below a large sculpture of what looked like Jedi Master Ulic Qel-Droma, but he wasn't sure. The sun bore down on the barren ice planet but it was still cold; no life form resided on Rhen Var, not since the days of Galactic Empire in the Civil War under Emperor Palpatine.
It was here that Connor has lost his connection to the Force on the eve of his progression up the Jedi Order. He looked up under his hooded cloak at the mountain beside him; the very mountain where his life had nearly ended. He had no memory of what happened, try as he might, but the last thing he remembered was the world spinning as he fell.
There was nothing to fear on a simple test of his agility and control of the Force in a harsh environment as this, but by going against his Master's wishes he had nearly died that day. His connection to the Force had been ripped away from him and he couldn't remember how, why or by what.
A cold wind blew around him, sending a chill through his body, but Connor was alone in the galaxy and didn't feel the bite of the cold. His future was uncertain; his destiny was clouded.
Seeking redemption for the mistakes of his past had proved harder than expected with no-one to guide him and no path to follow.
His whole life had spiralled into darkness after that fateful day on Rhen Var, and even now on a planet rich with Jedi history, he felt nothing. He looked back down at the snow beneath his brown boots.
He wasn't sure if it was the cold wind that had brought the tear to run down his cheek or not.
@[member="Thurion Heavenshield"]
Outer Rim
Connor Harrison was falling into darkness.
The sleet and crisp wind battered his body as he fell downwards from the snow-capped mountain above the mighty Citadel.
Catching his body on a soft outcrop of snow, it broke his fall with a hard crunch, and the rock below him crumbled, letting his body slide down the steep incline to the frozen lake below.
Rocks crashed around him, fresh from the fall, and split the ice with a dull crack and groan.
His body was battered and broken, and the ice split up around him, sending him into the icy water and into a sensation to one that felt like a thousand needles had struck him at once.
Connor's eyes snapped open.
His knees were up to his chest and his arms held a long brown cloak wrapped tightly around his body. He was sat on the long stairway of the Citadel below a large sculpture of what looked like Jedi Master Ulic Qel-Droma, but he wasn't sure. The sun bore down on the barren ice planet but it was still cold; no life form resided on Rhen Var, not since the days of Galactic Empire in the Civil War under Emperor Palpatine.
It was here that Connor has lost his connection to the Force on the eve of his progression up the Jedi Order. He looked up under his hooded cloak at the mountain beside him; the very mountain where his life had nearly ended. He had no memory of what happened, try as he might, but the last thing he remembered was the world spinning as he fell.
There was nothing to fear on a simple test of his agility and control of the Force in a harsh environment as this, but by going against his Master's wishes he had nearly died that day. His connection to the Force had been ripped away from him and he couldn't remember how, why or by what.
A cold wind blew around him, sending a chill through his body, but Connor was alone in the galaxy and didn't feel the bite of the cold. His future was uncertain; his destiny was clouded.
Seeking redemption for the mistakes of his past had proved harder than expected with no-one to guide him and no path to follow.
His whole life had spiralled into darkness after that fateful day on Rhen Var, and even now on a planet rich with Jedi history, he felt nothing. He looked back down at the snow beneath his brown boots.
He wasn't sure if it was the cold wind that had brought the tear to run down his cheek or not.
@[member="Thurion Heavenshield"]