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Misguided Ghost
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Kahne Porte Kahne Porte

The fog that clouded Ripley's mind parted for a moment, long enough for her to taste the nostalgia and excitement. How long had it been since she had last seen her master? Too long. She was expected to be a knight that stood on her own, and in the last year she had come into that role. Yet now, as troubled waters began to rage in herself and in her order, she found herself looking to the past for guidance. Kahne's words had always stayed with her, and she had appreciated all he had given her, but no tools at her disposal were enough to offset the anxiety and uncertainty that had bloomed inside her. Darkness tugged at the corner of her mind. It could be felt everywhere, and she saw it in her fellow Jedi, as well.

"There was a lot of wars back then when the Jedi Council and The Republic fought together a many years ago. I've grown to see many things in my life that have pushed me to question perhaps the Jedi Way and Sith as a whole. Things in the galaxy aren't quite as they seem."
The words he had spoke at their fated first meeting had taken new meaning to her. As the knight gained combat experience and delved deeper into temple life, her own questions had arose. There were no trusted answers for her on Coruscant; but she had faith she would find them today. The sands of Jakku shifted under her feet as she made her way into the repurposed star destroyer. Ruffians gave her strange looks, but she paid them no mind. Ripley weaved through the maze of ancient corridors, finding the cantina she had asked him to meet at. She shook her head at the bartenders offer for a drink. Whatever the conversation would bring, she was sure she needed a clear head.
 
Hope is Kindled
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The galaxy was not what it used to be. There were a great many things that drifted through the inner regions as well as the farthest reaches of this galaxy that could make anyone question what truly was. The Jedi Master had gained much knowledge over this course of his life as he neared his mid thirties. In just that short amount of time darkness and light had flooded his mind during his time in this galaxy. There was time where at one juncture in his life he was perhaps ashamed of who he was, a time in darkness that left him vulnerable and weak. When you have nothing but the darkness to feed off of it manifest itself in your mind and heart and can turn you into something extremely terrible. That is when you have found a part of yourself that never needed to be found. He made it an absolute point to never get to that place again, no matter what.

He had found renewed purpose within himself once more and that eventually led to a family of his own and some pretty great people that he called his family. But even then he had become weary of the things growing in the universe and everything that had become what it was. He kept a close circle and often as he could and one that held much trust and truth in that circle was Ripley Kühn Ripley Kühn a young, strong, beautiful Zeltron that he met a while ago. The Jedi Master took a immediate liking to her as he saw a bit of his younger side in her soul. It was a day that he wouldn't forget as she had forged a strong bond and path in his heart and he vowed to come toher aid anytime she needed it. She was indeed strong, but there also seemed like a fragile nature to her as well. Just based on his own opinions. When she contacted him he couldn't deny his excitement as he looked to her as family and as a daughter of sorts.

The Jedi dressed more as a smuggler these days than he did a Jedi as he weaved through the cantina slowly before came to a stop a few paces before the table.

"What's on your mind kiddo?" Kahne said with a small smile.
 
Misguided Ghost
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Kahne Porte Kahne Porte

Ripley cracked a wide grin at the greeting. His relaxed style mirrored her own, the black leather jacket that accompanied her wherever she went marking her as a non-traditionalist.

"You are a sight for sore-eyes." She teased, chuckling to herself. She took a minute after to consider his question. "What isn't on my mind these days? A lot of the time it's the war, but... gotten myself into a fine mess this time, as have my friends, and I don't think we'll be able to fix it without help."

The zeltron grimaced at the statement. She felt almost powerless in the whole situation, but without the wisdom of others, she would remain so.

"I wish I had better circumstances for meeting- it's been so long, and I've been meaning to come visit, but just haven't been able to pull myself away." Her frown grew deeper, her gaze dropping to the table. "So much has happened since I joined the New Jedi Order. They were so different from the norm when I found them. You know, no stuffy temples, no robes. It wasn't just like, uh, aesthetic stuff either. They were taking the fight to the sith, to make sure their tyranny would stop. That was something I believed in, you know? We're the guardians of life, and we're not doing anyone any favors if we sit idly by and let their planets get genocided."

Her words brought back bittersweet memories. Long days in the courtyard training for the difference they were going to make, nights filled with Ryv's laughter as the two had found sanctuary in one another's presence. Things were simpler, before Korriban.

"But..." Ripley's words trailed off a moment as she shook her head. "I didn't realize the cost of war. It's twisted me, and the people I care for. It's even worse now. I... I got poisoned by a Sith on Bastion. Whatever alchemy they did to it, it took away the light. Now I'm so angry, Kahne. I'm so angry they did this to me, I'm so angry they did it to my friends, I'm angry that no matter what we do, we can't seem to bring them down. Like, I know it's wrong, but it drives me now, and I can't stop it, and that makes me angry, too. But I can't even meditate."

Her rant stopped short as the desperation peaked. A hefty sigh full of sorrow escaped her.

"I know you cant fix that. But I thought maybe you can help me find my way back?"
 
Hope is Kindled
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"As are you Ripley." The Jedi replied to her words about seeing him with a smile on his face. He closed the distance and took a seat. He could sense there was something definitely wrong, but he didn't want to jump right in and start assuming what that was. Even though his own Jedi senses had raised an alarm about something that seemed to be off. Then again, they were in a galaxy were everything seemed off these days. Kahne slightly cocked his head to the side when he saw her face, her expression show the way that it did when she mentioned the potential mess that her and her friends had gotten in. The Jedi reached out with his hand and placed it over hers, giving it a small squeeze.

"We all need help sometimes, its good that you called on me."

She mentioned being sorry for not coming to visit and he just shook his head. "Don't worry about that. Life carries us to many different places, we all have things to do." The Jedi pulled his hand back and placed his own together on the table as he continued to listen to her. He couldn't help but feel similarities to how he felt many, many years ago. The ongoing battle with the Sith and the constant warring had taught him one thing. And that was this war was never going to end, not truly. That was the ugly truth, it might end for a few months or maybe years but something was always going to bring this part of life to the centerfold. The Jedi Master had strived for ending this war for a long time, and his hopeful nature had endured for so long and it continued to endure. While he was extremely hopeful, he had accepted some truths about this whole ordeal.


"I believe as you do Ripley, the cost of war are extreme and they carry great risk with them." Kahne reached out and gave her hand gentle squeeze before proceeding forward. "Come here kid." Kahne said with a smile as he stood up and pulled her into his embrace, giving her a big hug. "Everything is going to be alright. There is still light in you Ripley, I see it. The light doesn't abandon so easily. " Kahne pulled back a bit and looked at her and he placed his hand on her shoulders. "I'm gonna do everything I can to help you through this, and help your friends. I'll be here for as long as you need me to be."

Ripley Kühn Ripley Kühn
 
Misguided Ghost
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Kahne Porte Kahne Porte

Ripley leaned into the hug, comfort found in the gesture. She had a das, once upon a time, even if she couldn't remember it. Her trip to Zeltros had given her that much information. Yet there was no connection with her lack of memory. Whatever experiences she had with him, were lost so long ago. The blood of the covenant ran thicker than the water of the womb, and the father figure she had come to know in Kahne was proof of it. His presence and obvious care casted a light that shone through the dark clouds, like a beacon guiding her home.

When he pulled away, she offered a weak smile. There seemed no hesitancy in answering her call, and for that, she was ever thankful.

"One day, you won't have to bail me out of trouble anymore." The statement was half a joke, and half a promise.

"I dont even know where to start with it all. For the Order, its weird. A lot of folks have become really single minded. Kinda demonize everything that isnt jedi, and hell, even some of the Jedi themselves- we were pretty miffed at the Silvers for a while. I think, with you having been fought wars too, maybe if you hung around on Coruscant for a while, you could pass down some of that wisdom of yours. Help em remember what being a Jedi is about, all that jazz."
 
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