Sargon Vynea
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The living Force was a single united entity, that existed throughout the entire galaxy, and it was this viewpoint that Sargon found himself floating in. Akin to a leaf on the wind he allowed himself to be directed by it's will, and not his own thoughts. Darkness and light existed in an ever changing balance within the pattern, some planets felt corrupted by the dark side of the Force, and yet others seemed to be illuminated, and a rarer few were in constant flux.
Whispers surrounded him as he floated inside the winds of the Force, the dark side with it's bittersweet seduction always seemed to be reaching out to any who touched it, but his mind was deaf to it's whispers as he focused on all and nothing allowing it to slide away like rain on the windowpane. He wasn't searching for anything, but waiting for something, waiting to be shown his path. He'd been meditating for what felt like an eternity, or quite possibly just a few minutes. He no longer felt his physical body, in truth it was possible he'd even died and faded away already joining the living Force unknowingly. His instincts said this wasn't the truth though, so he waited on the will of the Force to guide him.
The disquiet spread across the Force as lives were extinguished, and the light and dark continued it's eternal conflict. The light always left a shadow, and the shadows required the light to exist, their conflict and continued existence were impossible to deny. It was a flux of balance, like a living tide moving back and forth like the ebb of the ocean waves. In the disquiet he felt something familiar though, a presence he knew well, a presence he respected.
As he recognized it he felt the winds take him along it's path, it was the disquiet of one who followed the light, but he could feel the touch of disquiet, the seeds of rage which led into darker paths on his signature. Finally his mind came to a planet both of the darkness and the light, an ancient world with more scars of the Force on it then most. A tortured planet, yearning for balance. It was on this world he felt his old friend's presence, and his troubled mind. It was his path, Tython.
His purple eyes flicked open suddenly as his breath released, the circulation of air feeling almost strange to him as his eyes readjusted to the near darkness around him. His body felt almost awkward for a moment as he moved his hand up to flex his fingers, ten days, he'd spent ten days in meditation. Blinking away the lights of the stars around him he realized he was still in the pilot's seat of little civilian ship.
Keying in the jump to Tython he watched the stars turn to lines as his ship shuddered as it moved into hyperspace. The trip would only take half a day, and the Zabrak took the time to shower and grab a meal. After the food settled down he took the time to exercise and shower before the alarm announced he was closing in on Tython, ancient home of the Jedi. Arriving to the cockpit just as the lines of hyperspace gave way to the image of Tython in the distance.
As he approached he wasn't surprised at a voice coming out over his comms. “Shuttle, this is Tython spaceport control, please hold your position until clearance is granted. What's the nature of your visit to Tython, shuttle?”
With a smile Sargon responded, it kill the surprise of his visit, but it would get him clearance. “My name is Sargon Vynea, I'm here to visit Jedi Master [member="Darron Wraith"].”
Whispers surrounded him as he floated inside the winds of the Force, the dark side with it's bittersweet seduction always seemed to be reaching out to any who touched it, but his mind was deaf to it's whispers as he focused on all and nothing allowing it to slide away like rain on the windowpane. He wasn't searching for anything, but waiting for something, waiting to be shown his path. He'd been meditating for what felt like an eternity, or quite possibly just a few minutes. He no longer felt his physical body, in truth it was possible he'd even died and faded away already joining the living Force unknowingly. His instincts said this wasn't the truth though, so he waited on the will of the Force to guide him.
The disquiet spread across the Force as lives were extinguished, and the light and dark continued it's eternal conflict. The light always left a shadow, and the shadows required the light to exist, their conflict and continued existence were impossible to deny. It was a flux of balance, like a living tide moving back and forth like the ebb of the ocean waves. In the disquiet he felt something familiar though, a presence he knew well, a presence he respected.
As he recognized it he felt the winds take him along it's path, it was the disquiet of one who followed the light, but he could feel the touch of disquiet, the seeds of rage which led into darker paths on his signature. Finally his mind came to a planet both of the darkness and the light, an ancient world with more scars of the Force on it then most. A tortured planet, yearning for balance. It was on this world he felt his old friend's presence, and his troubled mind. It was his path, Tython.
His purple eyes flicked open suddenly as his breath released, the circulation of air feeling almost strange to him as his eyes readjusted to the near darkness around him. His body felt almost awkward for a moment as he moved his hand up to flex his fingers, ten days, he'd spent ten days in meditation. Blinking away the lights of the stars around him he realized he was still in the pilot's seat of little civilian ship.
Keying in the jump to Tython he watched the stars turn to lines as his ship shuddered as it moved into hyperspace. The trip would only take half a day, and the Zabrak took the time to shower and grab a meal. After the food settled down he took the time to exercise and shower before the alarm announced he was closing in on Tython, ancient home of the Jedi. Arriving to the cockpit just as the lines of hyperspace gave way to the image of Tython in the distance.
As he approached he wasn't surprised at a voice coming out over his comms. “Shuttle, this is Tython spaceport control, please hold your position until clearance is granted. What's the nature of your visit to Tython, shuttle?”
With a smile Sargon responded, it kill the surprise of his visit, but it would get him clearance. “My name is Sargon Vynea, I'm here to visit Jedi Master [member="Darron Wraith"].”