Raphael Gallustrade
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He'd talked to his master, Nyla, telling her that he wanted to return to Ambria on his own, this time. Her lessons, her wisdom, both were wonderful and appreciated, though he'd simply explained that he simply wanted to do a bit of meditation on the planet. The last time he'd done so he had been a bit off balance. He needed to return and to meditate when he was now fully balanced. No. He wanted to do so. It wasn't a need, but something told him to go back. He'd return. He'd make a small pilgrimage to the meditation site...
The Force had whispered the history of the place, once upon a time, a sith with lofty ambitions. Spirits and tormented creatures, and of a mighty jedi master who'd set the planet free, trapping the darkness. His thoughts, however, could do it little justice; the whisperings of the Force had bled and blended together s uch that it had felt more like poetry, than prose.
The ship shuddered a bit, as it catapulted through hyperspace and Raphael took a breath. There was so much that had gone wrong ad was still going on; the talk of moving the Temple, or the capital... What had transpired on Myrkr... Raphael sighed, as he pulled the lever dropping out of hyperspace. He could hear the Force fro the planet... calling to him. He knenw exactly what he was going to be doing. He'd thought about this, for a while. His kyber crystal was back where it had come from, and the planet was free froom its torment... This did leave him without a lightsaber, however... He'd need to rectify that...eventually.
Slowly, Raphael set his ship down, farther away from the valley than the last time. He planned on making something of a pilgrimage. It would be a few days, so he pulled out his blaster rifle, and pack and smiled, before tapping into vambrace on his wrist. The ship gave a beep, as did his gauntlet, and it lifted off, flying away, until he called for it again. He'd bypass places that were dangerous. He'd survive on the planet as best he could. And he would meditate in the same valley.
The Force had whispered the history of the place, once upon a time, a sith with lofty ambitions. Spirits and tormented creatures, and of a mighty jedi master who'd set the planet free, trapping the darkness. His thoughts, however, could do it little justice; the whisperings of the Force had bled and blended together s uch that it had felt more like poetry, than prose.
The ship shuddered a bit, as it catapulted through hyperspace and Raphael took a breath. There was so much that had gone wrong ad was still going on; the talk of moving the Temple, or the capital... What had transpired on Myrkr... Raphael sighed, as he pulled the lever dropping out of hyperspace. He could hear the Force fro the planet... calling to him. He knenw exactly what he was going to be doing. He'd thought about this, for a while. His kyber crystal was back where it had come from, and the planet was free froom its torment... This did leave him without a lightsaber, however... He'd need to rectify that...eventually.
Slowly, Raphael set his ship down, farther away from the valley than the last time. He planned on making something of a pilgrimage. It would be a few days, so he pulled out his blaster rifle, and pack and smiled, before tapping into vambrace on his wrist. The ship gave a beep, as did his gauntlet, and it lifted off, flying away, until he called for it again. He'd bypass places that were dangerous. He'd survive on the planet as best he could. And he would meditate in the same valley.