Aryn Teth
Hellwalker
The New Jedi Order. Well, not so new anymore. How long had the order stood? Shattered and remade so many times over, perhaps instead it was always new, no matter how old and tired its teachings seemed to be. Once, Aryn had been one among its number, yet another of the many blades sworn to the service of the light side of the force, to the defence of the Galactic Alliance. But that had been another order, another Alliance. Then, the one who had risen to the very pinnacle of the order had in truth been a Sith infiltrator, and it was through their machinations that the Alliance had crumbled.
Then, the Jedi Order had been weak, it had fallen to misguided ways and outdated teachings, and those who served it all too often fell to darkness, either too eager or not eager enough to face injustice and defend others. Yet here it stood once more, not in the temple he had known on Coruscant, destroyed once more it seemed in that same cycle of destruction. Instead, this immense craft that served as its headquarters would at least offer some greater protection.
It had taken some time and discussion, but Aryn had been permitted passage aboard the ship - at least upon revealing his identity to those who had been in charge of its security. It had not been a simple discussion, confusion and caution ever-present even as he walked the halls now. He could feel the eyes of the Temple Guard on him, behind him, the presence of the one that followed distantly enough to keep their gaze upon the former Supreme Commander.
Aryn had no desire to cause problems - and so he had little concern regarding his impromptu escort. Aryn was here to see what he could, to take his measure of what this Jedi Order - This Galactic Alliance - had become. There had been a great deal to learn since he had returned to the galaxy at large, and for the dead man, this was among the most significant of his questions. Thus, Aryn Teth wandered the halls of Prosperity, sticking out like a sore thumb.