Valsion
RETIRED
ROON
Templar Sanctum
Coordinates taken from that of a noble warrior, indicting the birthplace of an order that had seemingly been founded on one of the main principles that the Echani wanderer had sought since early in his life. The concept of balance in all things, including that of the Force itself. Sion traversed the hyperlanes in his dated Gladius-class fighter to an end of the Galaxy he'd not been to in many moons. Though his travels were varied, he had not the years needed to thoroughly scour the depths of this arrangement of systems that was so vast in size and rich in variety. Over five score years old, he was still in his prime of his life, thanks to that unrivaled power and abilities of the Force itself. Exiting the hyperlanes, the planet of Roon came into full view as his craft slowed from it's hyperdrive capabilities into normal space flight. The floating orb of green and blue indicated a lush palette of life that he could already feel. Life itself was abundant on this planet, but as to it's shape and size, he was unaware. A quick search on his database systems gave some brief information about the planet, causing the Echani to ponder for a moment as his vessel approached.
Roon was a planet that was caught in dichotomy. One half of the planet forever bathed in the embrace of starlight, while the other remained permanently ensconced in the blackness of shadow. Each half the stark opposite of the other, and yet the curious positioning of the planet didn't hinder it's growth or livelihood. Despite a forever star-lit surface, the vegetation did not suffer or wilt, nor was that half scorched by the heat. Conversely, the darkened side of the world was not frozen or bearing arctic temperatures. Two halves of the whole in complete opposition and yet both were temperate and full of life. Balance. A single world to conjure up the meaning behind the planet - how apt for an order featuring that trait to call this their home. This fact did not escape the Echani, causing him to smile.
Soon the Echo touched down on a landing pad of the Sanctum, gracefully descending until the wash of exhaust steam bathed the platform. Sion disembarked from the vessel taking a brief moment to right his clothing and fix his sheathed blade to his left hip before clipping down the miniature curved ladder to place his booted feet on the platform. Raising his pale hand, a silent command lowered the cockpit to a sealed position. Not one to rush things, especially of such grand design - his curiosity placed the Echani near the platform's edge to inspect the lush greenery below, and observe the massive jungle that laden the planet. Sounds of wild-life just a feint whisper below. Inhaling a deep breath, and enjoying the peaceful harmony of life itself, Sion then righted himself and moved towards the entrance to visit a man he only knew by name.
@[member="Xos'Nulo"]