Haran’s Shadow
- Kashyyyk
- Remote Lake
- Morning
Hammering away at a simple log cabin would be where you'd find Kei most days—a few simple houses for close friends around a distant lake. Fixing a door, mending some steps, and helping keep the gardens and nearby temple clean, guarded, and staffed. Kashyyyk was quieter these days; his children were at a distant temple, his wife was working away, and most of the old Jedi he'd served with were far from here. A few kept the temple grounds clean or staffed, but only a few new people came by, the occasional wildcard giving him a report, someone seeking the silver Jedi or a courier.
Kei had made peace with his past a long time ago. There were regrets in his life that he'd come to terms with, but the aging Jedi Master was content with their slice of heaven. Considering how many risks he'd taken, his surviving this long was a minor miracle. All those others who hadn't made it would have missed this family, love, and companionship that had brought him endless joy. Heaving a heavy new beam into place, he shaped a large chunk of wood to size, and the work took it out of him. The Epicanthix stopped to rub the back of his neck, sweating lightly in the morning sun.
"You're getting old, young'un," Old Zacka teased, settling into his familiar wooden porch chair. His lifelong friend got a firm and familiar grin. Too old to be doing much manual labor, the old Cage still tried to fly when his eyesight wasn't failing him; other times, he did what he could to landscape around the former temple.
"We're just getting started," Amadis lumbered over, his leg playing him up, placing the axe by the door. He clipped off his toolbelt and sat in the comfortably grooved chair.
"Where's Patches?" Asked Kei, observing the much-needed tradition of a mid-morning break, one all three men would usually share.
"Humph, where else?" Zacka grumbled.
Smells of freshly baked delicacies puffed away out of the third log cabin, alongside the sounds of local Wookiees being entertained by stuffing their bellies full of baked goods. An often-used excuse for Patches wife to indulge in a cake or two while feeding the local tribe.
"Smells good," added Kei, leaning his head back and drinking cool spring water filtered from the lake. In a moment of sentiment, seeing the homes reflected in the lake, he scratched his grey stubble. How many years had it been here in their slice of paradise? How many friends had come and gone?
"Ever miss it?" Zacka asked, seeing how Kei was getting all misty-eyed, but before Kei could respond, Amadis sensed something.