The Mentor
Tython. It'd been so long since Josh had been here. Since being re-deployed to Coruscant, Josh very scarcely visited the homeworld of the Jedi Order. His latest memories here were bitter ones. As the Weaponmaster of the Jedi Council walked the halls of the Jedi Temple, his mind travelled to that fateful day. Jedi dying around him, some corrupted by Sith magic, their souls taken, their bodies left empty husks that turned on and killed their Jedi bretheren. And in the centre of it all was a group of Rogue Sith. Ones he would never forgive.
Velok was dead. But that image of what he saw in the archives would haunt DragonsFlame for the rest of his life. Gritting his teeth, he tried to push the memories from his mind.... It wasn't good to lose his composure around the other Jedi, who as a member of the Council was looked up to and always viewed on a spotlight. He set the standard for the Jedi Knights. He couldn't lose himself here...
Deciding a bit of training might cure his ails, Josh turned away from the wrecked archives, still under repair after the attack... Turning and walking away and heading toward the sparring hall.
Velok was dead. But that image of what he saw in the archives would haunt DragonsFlame for the rest of his life. Gritting his teeth, he tried to push the memories from his mind.... It wasn't good to lose his composure around the other Jedi, who as a member of the Council was looked up to and always viewed on a spotlight. He set the standard for the Jedi Knights. He couldn't lose himself here...
Deciding a bit of training might cure his ails, Josh turned away from the wrecked archives, still under repair after the attack... Turning and walking away and heading toward the sparring hall.