Remembrance and Rekindling old bonds [Nima]

[Taiden Keth]

Standing by the monuments of those that had fallen, looking over the holopictures, statues, voice recordings, projections, or other markings the order had created or left for those no longer with them. The scholar found it sad that he had never visited those the SSC had lost, though Echani were trained as warriors to allow those departed to rest easy, they often looked to their memory or acts as guidance going forward. Today he had his familiar scrolls recording the deeds and travels of those here, a growing number of works depicting his and others' travels and life story in written form. Working away busily on his writings, the air clearly held the smell of old parchment and pre-galactic inks scribbled on their surface.

It was to one such teacher and Elder Taiden looked upon highly, [member="Nima Tann"] his Master, though they had been separated on assignment he had tried to send her updates where he could, having heard about her injuries. Upon his return to the temple, Taiden found a significant desire to attend to her wellbeing, and had immediately sent word he was home on Voss.

The Echani as always was dressed in purest white, with flicks of silver, and other metallic tools, his hair ran down his back much the same. Right now his hand outstretched to trace the monuments, "Echnares, Echae Echas", he bowed his head and crossed his hands over his chest, holding a moment’s silence for those no longer with them. Roughly translated it meant, forever, though it lost poetry in the basic translation, the sense of honor, service and sacrifice it implied for all Jedi was implied with all his heart.

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[Nima Tann]

Silver Sanctum's catacombs... No matter how she didn't like the smell and the thought of the death, she wanted to visit the old ones, the slayed, the betrayed, and her Master, if she was still around for some guidance since she wasn't feeling good. She felt like, in all illusions she was doing every battle, knowing every Sith's mind and memories, the things that they did, the things that they are thinking about the Jedi, so much hate, so much... undeserved false knowledge of their customs. This whole thing was getting to her slowly, once you go read other people, there was no going back from this. Not being able to save a single soul from the catacombs were indeed causing trouble on her thoughts, she would close her mind before going in or living their suffering would be catastrophic for her mental health, or, calm it to hear only fragments of them, since she was going there to ease their pain a bit, how she could help she would.

Descending more as the countless steps followed with a torch in her hand, she finally found herself in the main area, even entering the area caused the whispers to come, slow and not hurting, yet. The Jedi were restless, and with all the things happened in galaxy, such as One Sith getting the advantage of the fight between Galactic Republic, loss of Ziost, and recent deaths of the Jedi Masters, she would understand why it was happening. Yet, in all the whispers, there was a distant aura, an alive one wandering through the catacombs just like her, a message sent by an old friend. An old friend who was away for a while. A smile has been placed on her face, as the whispers calmed down a bit. Maybe they were sensing the woman's confusion as well, who knew. She continued moving towards the aura. And saw him, standing there, being his own, respectful self. And what a happy sight it was, to see an old friend again, unharmed, not changed. Yet, change, was what happened in Nima's life. The change that Taiden wouldn't like.

"Dead called you as well?" She smiled, then continued. "Welcome back to Voss, Taiden. You've missed a couple of trainings."

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Nima would find Taiden fully bowing, eyes closed, as mark of deepest respect and trust for his Master. “The dead speak to us Master, in different ways but their words are here still.” A scholar, even philosopher’s eyes looking at life, he placed his eyes parchment down on a small wooden table beside them, candlelight flickering alongside the monuments and tombs.

“My apologies Master for not being the student you deserved.” He humbled himself before her, meaning it, he could not know what she had suffered or gone through in his absence from Voss. Taiden’s missions taking him all over the galaxy but here, unknown to him here where he could have made a difference for her.

Was there something about her that was different? Such subtle degrees of meaning Echani worked in, Kei might need a club to see it but Taiden could see it steps, holding of a posture, or even a change in breathing. She had made such a difference in his young life, shaped his destiny to bring him to where he was now, and he studied her body language naturally, which was how his species spoke much more than words. Knowing of her struggles with her demons before he left, but together they’d been a counter balance for each other, her guiding him to hopefully show her the good left in the galaxy, that she could so easily offer others. When she looked at him now, his bodylanguage was uncertain, for her and for him, worried though he betrayed not a word of it, she might pick up on it given her senses and their time together.

“Is everything well? Voss appears as I remember it.” The tone was balanced and even, but the meaning far from it. Taiden's focus was also on her, not Voss, but he would never admit it either, for she was his Master.

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