Rik Perris
boommeister
CORONET CITY
CORELLIA
The last time Rik Perris had set foot on Corellia before its admission into the High Republic, much less in either of its Jedi centres in the capital or the mountains, the Alliance had been whole, but he was still un-settled, then. That was the lot of a Jedi carrying convictions that not every one of his ilk had, raised as he was, trained as he was, taken far from the homeworld for that training under his late master, to a place so insignificant that it espoused no name. But the work of the Jedi mattered more. It always had.
He still wasn't settled, not when the cloak of darkness was thicker than ever before, not when the galaxy was poised to rend itself apart, but at least he'd found a home that wasn't the cramped space of a snubfighter, a home he could could live with. Places he could be in the in-between, when existence seemed to hold its breath. When in the eye of the storm, where complacency was a poison.
Where he trained, and trained others to be as ready.
Rik had been spending as much time on Corellia as he could, reacquainting himself with the first temple of his path, reconciling himself with the child that started that path here. The boy of five, afraid of hurting anyone, how easily the man wove that same flame now. How he meditated on it, knelt in front of his unlit blade, hands cupping a steady flame that he watched in subtle focus, preparations ahead of the potential for conflict. How it brought light, fed, warmed, sustained, but could also destroy — a metaphor for the responsibility he and all Jedi had.
It had been the same routine for days. Come to one of the side rooms off of the Hall of Sabers, meditate, then break into solitary katas, cadences, or the practise of the first form he'd taken to learning in more than a decade.... but not today, when a visitor approached while the flame still lapped gently at the air. His chin rose, head canting to the figure within his senses, ear to the sound of the approach from behind, waiting for the door to woosh...
OOC:
If you're Jedi, Republic, one of the 'good' guys in general or an ally, then no worries. Come on in!
If you don't belong here, and you're having to sneak into a place you don't belong (this is a Republic world, and a Jedi Enclave) then I expect it won't be easy. I hope you'll reflect that.
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