"A Dramatic Force-Blessed Myth"
Location: Vitae Grove | Veradune
Loadout: Varos Cloak & Lightsaber
Objective: Clarity
Inspiration
Deep breath in.... deep breathe out... One breath after another. Vulpesen's brow furrowed as he channeled the force into himself, then out. Slowly, he let it pulse through him, the steady heartbeat of the galaxy. Meditation was not a foreign concept to him. It was, however, a rare occurrence for him. He was a man of action, the Valde who had achieved his rank at a record young age through fire and strife. He had been both a jedi and a sith and found them both lacking. He had grown from a simple merchants son to a leader of a planet, and perhaps some day, a leader of systems. His life was a constant run from one thing to another. A sprint from danger to danger. Once again, he was staring at those very winds of change. He had seen the wheel of time turn time and time again, enough to see when it would turn again. It was turning now.
Life would change again. Once more he would become someone else. Something else. What would it be? A conqueror? A failure? A champion? A diplomat? It was too early to tell. He had done so much, been so much, that he sometimes lost himself. He needed to slow down. So there he sat, in the center of his sect's grove. Like most wilder groves, the force had collected there as a small nexus. A perfect place to sit and reflect.
