Darron Wraith
Honor | Duty | Courage
Kamino
How did I end up here....and now?
Blue eyes intently watched the massive waves as they crashed against the window in his room, the storm outside was only getting worse. Thank the Force I arrived when I did, only large freighters could probably take off in this right now. The ship that had brought him to this aquatic world was more than likely still on it's landing pad, the Kaminoans were very strict about those types of things. At least some things don't seem to ever change, he mused to himself as his blue eyes admired the view before him. It had always amazed him at how the Kaminoans had managed to build their massive cities in spite of the raging oceans. Part of him saw this as a violation of the way nature had intended the world to be, but in all honesty he was too impressed with how they had defied the elements and mastered their world.
"Master Wraith, here is the lock box you left twenty years ago. Might I be of any further service?" Anuta Ta was the official liason between the government here and the Jedi Order, Darron had no clue how long they lived but the Kaminoan looked exactly the same as she had when he had originally come to this world before leaving. To be fair though, I look the same too. The Jedi's face briefly had a scowl upon it before resuming a neutral expression.
"No thank you, this will do. You have already extended enough hospitality towards me with this room and treating me for carbonite sickness." Darron gave the Anuta Ta a bow and walked across the vast suite toward the four foot tall durasteel container he had left on the world two decades ago. Just as he was about to open the keypad to enter in the password and confirm to the box it was him his guest addressed him once more.
"An old friend of yours said for you to meet him at Club Aqua before you leave to see him. With that I bid you farewell, also your Jedi star fighter has been refurbished and serviced. The ship is ready for you to leave whenever you so desire."
He managed a curt nod as his guest left him alone in the massive loft he had been staying at for the past month. Thanks to his past heroics during a mission on this planet many years ago he was well respected on this world. When he had arrived a month ago he was blind, had little strength and had only recently been rescued by his friend Je'gan Olraen, who despite all the years without so much as a clue to Darron's whereabouts had found him and freed him from that mercenaries stronghold. The Jedi Master stroked his chin in thought as he remembered the hectic rescue, the only thing he could see was darkness and Je'gan's voice was his only companion besides the sounds of weapons and then the sensation of being thrown onto a ship that had brought him here. You fool, why didn't you board the ship with me...and why did you sacrifice so much for me?
Without even realizing it, Darron had entered the code into the storage box and had given his thumb print all while deep in reverie. The only thing that shook him from his thoughts was the sound of air finally entering the box as it's lid opened and the bottom of it split into a shelf. Taken by surprise for only a second, the Jedi perused the items he had left behind, each thing holding a special memory in his heart. Guess I need to get dressed and get out of here, a month of training and healing has been long enough. With a wave of his hand, the Jedi extended his will to the console by the window, causing the blinds to shut and activating every light in the main chamber of his loft.
Finally alone, the Jedi Master completely disrobed revealing his heavily muscled frame, scars from former battles and training popped up everywhere on his otherwise perfect physique. He took a moment to stretch his back before putting on his black trousers and sliding on his black combat, knee high boots with golden durasteel plates on the front to protect his shins. Blue eyes darted to the new prosthetic forearm and hand on his right that he had been outfitted with recently, the old one had been destroyed when he was frozen. The new replacement was near perfect, it weighed as much his other forearm, and the durasteel and gold plating protecting its inner workings make it as thick as his other forearm. Technology has come a long way in two decades, he loved how well his new hand handled in training sessions while he had been on Kamino. It was just as fast as his normal hand and he no longer felt handicapped by his old battle would anymore, in-fact a communicator had been installed in it as well as a few tools should he need them. Reaching into the locker, Darron grabbed the black leather glove he wore over his prosthetic and quickly slid it on and tightened the silver buckles that ran up the length of it.
Looking over the contents of the locker, Darron grabbed the black form-fitting undershirt with some light armor woven into it and slid it on and tucked it in. His hand of flesh reached in a grabbed his utility belt, he quickly checked all the pouches over before sliding it around his thin waist and buckling it. His golden cortosis, Jeison Sha inspired greaves came next, and a smile crossed his face as he put them on his forearms. The gold plated, durasteel chest piece and shoulder pads were put on next, and the Jedi Master remembered his excitement he had felt when he had first received these gifts for saving the Zeison Sha leader. Though the light armor looked impressive, for a Jedi to say the least, it was as light as a feather.
There it is...
A single tear fell down his face, following the path of the thin lightsaber scar on his cheek. The gloved hand held the simple silver necklace with a simple locket on it, inside was a picture of his son Jason. I miss you son, please forgive my failures and know I love you. His emotions re-centered themselves as he pulled the chain over his head and slid it under the chest piece to protect it. His core shook once more as he reached in the container and pulled out his electrum plated lightsaber hilt, he had been only a boy when he had made it on Illum and his mind seemed to wander these days now that he was back in the world. A smile crossed his face as he clipped it to his belt, there were about ten more lightsaber hilts in the container. Trophies from battles, and gifts from other Jedi for his service to the order or as signs of friendship. I know which one I will take with mine, with a pull of the Force Je'gan's lightsaber floated across the room and into his outstretched hand. For some reason his fellow Jedi Master had left the weapon with him when he had saved him, guess I need this for something. Once that was clipped to his belt as well, he pulled out his black cloak and slid it on over his armor, pushed his long blonde locks out of his face and pulled the hood over his face.
The Jedi Master closed the locker, punched in a command to have it sent to his ship and it's contents loaded on his fighter. With that done Darron turned off all the lights in the loft and left to head to Club Aqua to see who wanted to meet him..
How did I end up here....and now?
Blue eyes intently watched the massive waves as they crashed against the window in his room, the storm outside was only getting worse. Thank the Force I arrived when I did, only large freighters could probably take off in this right now. The ship that had brought him to this aquatic world was more than likely still on it's landing pad, the Kaminoans were very strict about those types of things. At least some things don't seem to ever change, he mused to himself as his blue eyes admired the view before him. It had always amazed him at how the Kaminoans had managed to build their massive cities in spite of the raging oceans. Part of him saw this as a violation of the way nature had intended the world to be, but in all honesty he was too impressed with how they had defied the elements and mastered their world.
"Master Wraith, here is the lock box you left twenty years ago. Might I be of any further service?" Anuta Ta was the official liason between the government here and the Jedi Order, Darron had no clue how long they lived but the Kaminoan looked exactly the same as she had when he had originally come to this world before leaving. To be fair though, I look the same too. The Jedi's face briefly had a scowl upon it before resuming a neutral expression.
"No thank you, this will do. You have already extended enough hospitality towards me with this room and treating me for carbonite sickness." Darron gave the Anuta Ta a bow and walked across the vast suite toward the four foot tall durasteel container he had left on the world two decades ago. Just as he was about to open the keypad to enter in the password and confirm to the box it was him his guest addressed him once more.
"An old friend of yours said for you to meet him at Club Aqua before you leave to see him. With that I bid you farewell, also your Jedi star fighter has been refurbished and serviced. The ship is ready for you to leave whenever you so desire."
He managed a curt nod as his guest left him alone in the massive loft he had been staying at for the past month. Thanks to his past heroics during a mission on this planet many years ago he was well respected on this world. When he had arrived a month ago he was blind, had little strength and had only recently been rescued by his friend Je'gan Olraen, who despite all the years without so much as a clue to Darron's whereabouts had found him and freed him from that mercenaries stronghold. The Jedi Master stroked his chin in thought as he remembered the hectic rescue, the only thing he could see was darkness and Je'gan's voice was his only companion besides the sounds of weapons and then the sensation of being thrown onto a ship that had brought him here. You fool, why didn't you board the ship with me...and why did you sacrifice so much for me?
Without even realizing it, Darron had entered the code into the storage box and had given his thumb print all while deep in reverie. The only thing that shook him from his thoughts was the sound of air finally entering the box as it's lid opened and the bottom of it split into a shelf. Taken by surprise for only a second, the Jedi perused the items he had left behind, each thing holding a special memory in his heart. Guess I need to get dressed and get out of here, a month of training and healing has been long enough. With a wave of his hand, the Jedi extended his will to the console by the window, causing the blinds to shut and activating every light in the main chamber of his loft.
Finally alone, the Jedi Master completely disrobed revealing his heavily muscled frame, scars from former battles and training popped up everywhere on his otherwise perfect physique. He took a moment to stretch his back before putting on his black trousers and sliding on his black combat, knee high boots with golden durasteel plates on the front to protect his shins. Blue eyes darted to the new prosthetic forearm and hand on his right that he had been outfitted with recently, the old one had been destroyed when he was frozen. The new replacement was near perfect, it weighed as much his other forearm, and the durasteel and gold plating protecting its inner workings make it as thick as his other forearm. Technology has come a long way in two decades, he loved how well his new hand handled in training sessions while he had been on Kamino. It was just as fast as his normal hand and he no longer felt handicapped by his old battle would anymore, in-fact a communicator had been installed in it as well as a few tools should he need them. Reaching into the locker, Darron grabbed the black leather glove he wore over his prosthetic and quickly slid it on and tightened the silver buckles that ran up the length of it.
Looking over the contents of the locker, Darron grabbed the black form-fitting undershirt with some light armor woven into it and slid it on and tucked it in. His hand of flesh reached in a grabbed his utility belt, he quickly checked all the pouches over before sliding it around his thin waist and buckling it. His golden cortosis, Jeison Sha inspired greaves came next, and a smile crossed his face as he put them on his forearms. The gold plated, durasteel chest piece and shoulder pads were put on next, and the Jedi Master remembered his excitement he had felt when he had first received these gifts for saving the Zeison Sha leader. Though the light armor looked impressive, for a Jedi to say the least, it was as light as a feather.
There it is...
A single tear fell down his face, following the path of the thin lightsaber scar on his cheek. The gloved hand held the simple silver necklace with a simple locket on it, inside was a picture of his son Jason. I miss you son, please forgive my failures and know I love you. His emotions re-centered themselves as he pulled the chain over his head and slid it under the chest piece to protect it. His core shook once more as he reached in the container and pulled out his electrum plated lightsaber hilt, he had been only a boy when he had made it on Illum and his mind seemed to wander these days now that he was back in the world. A smile crossed his face as he clipped it to his belt, there were about ten more lightsaber hilts in the container. Trophies from battles, and gifts from other Jedi for his service to the order or as signs of friendship. I know which one I will take with mine, with a pull of the Force Je'gan's lightsaber floated across the room and into his outstretched hand. For some reason his fellow Jedi Master had left the weapon with him when he had saved him, guess I need this for something. Once that was clipped to his belt as well, he pulled out his black cloak and slid it on over his armor, pushed his long blonde locks out of his face and pulled the hood over his face.
The Jedi Master closed the locker, punched in a command to have it sent to his ship and it's contents loaded on his fighter. With that done Darron turned off all the lights in the loft and left to head to Club Aqua to see who wanted to meet him..