The Lion King
Silver Rest, Kashyyyk
One week to the day following his coronation, Thurion Heavenshield stepped off his ship and onto Kashyyyk soil. He had succeeded his late brother's throne, despite his heavy reluctance to do so, for he still held true to his Jedi teachings that he was not to rule over others. In the end he relented, reaching the compromise that he, as High King, would be a servant to his people rather than their overlord. In that sense, perhaps it was no different to being the Grandmaster of a Jedi Order.
Still though, as Thurion wandered the grounds of Silver Rest, he did feel like an outsider. Like he didn't belong amongst Jedi anymore, despite having even taken to donning his old robes for the occasion. He looked around at the countless species going about their business, and there were woefully many conversations held in languages he had not heard or practised in decades. It seemed the galactic scale of the Jedi had become foreign territory to he who had once guided the order in its infancy, for he had only had Midvinter on his mind since his early retirement.
The reason for his visit was not one of self-discovery however, but rather the first order of business on his agenda as sovereign of an entire world. Midvinter was located to the farthest east, locked behind not just the vast Sith Empire but also a new threat in the form of the Bryn'adûl, a group he had no personal experience in dealing with. If either were to set their eyes on his homeworld, there would be little standing in their way. He needed help, and would request it from the only ones who were likely to listen.
He'd reached the top of the steps and now stood before the entrance to the temple itself. He took a deep breath. The Force was so strong in this place, and the Light was overwhelming to one who had not set foot on such sacred grounds for so long. A middle-aged woman looking about his age greeted him.
"Pardon me, kind stranger, might I be of service?"
The towering man turned to her and offered the traditional Jedi bow. "Oh yes, please. I humbly request an audience with someone on the Assembly. My name is Thurion Heavenshield, I was told someone would meet me here--"
The lady Jedi's eyes went wide with shock, so much so that she dropped her pile of datapads on the floor. "Master Heavenshield...!" She reached out and grabbed his hands, and her sudden fuss had several more gather around him. Immediately there were whispers and murmurs between them, and Thurion could not help but think returning here was perhaps a mistake.
If only someone were around to rescue him.
One week to the day following his coronation, Thurion Heavenshield stepped off his ship and onto Kashyyyk soil. He had succeeded his late brother's throne, despite his heavy reluctance to do so, for he still held true to his Jedi teachings that he was not to rule over others. In the end he relented, reaching the compromise that he, as High King, would be a servant to his people rather than their overlord. In that sense, perhaps it was no different to being the Grandmaster of a Jedi Order.
Still though, as Thurion wandered the grounds of Silver Rest, he did feel like an outsider. Like he didn't belong amongst Jedi anymore, despite having even taken to donning his old robes for the occasion. He looked around at the countless species going about their business, and there were woefully many conversations held in languages he had not heard or practised in decades. It seemed the galactic scale of the Jedi had become foreign territory to he who had once guided the order in its infancy, for he had only had Midvinter on his mind since his early retirement.
The reason for his visit was not one of self-discovery however, but rather the first order of business on his agenda as sovereign of an entire world. Midvinter was located to the farthest east, locked behind not just the vast Sith Empire but also a new threat in the form of the Bryn'adûl, a group he had no personal experience in dealing with. If either were to set their eyes on his homeworld, there would be little standing in their way. He needed help, and would request it from the only ones who were likely to listen.
He'd reached the top of the steps and now stood before the entrance to the temple itself. He took a deep breath. The Force was so strong in this place, and the Light was overwhelming to one who had not set foot on such sacred grounds for so long. A middle-aged woman looking about his age greeted him.
"Pardon me, kind stranger, might I be of service?"
The towering man turned to her and offered the traditional Jedi bow. "Oh yes, please. I humbly request an audience with someone on the Assembly. My name is Thurion Heavenshield, I was told someone would meet me here--"
The lady Jedi's eyes went wide with shock, so much so that she dropped her pile of datapads on the floor. "Master Heavenshield...!" She reached out and grabbed his hands, and her sudden fuss had several more gather around him. Immediately there were whispers and murmurs between them, and Thurion could not help but think returning here was perhaps a mistake.
If only someone were around to rescue him.
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