Faction [TDF] Between Exile and Hope [Ossus]

[Braze]

The ruins of Ossus were heavy with memory. Long ago the Jedi built here, seeking light and knowledge, until fire destroyed it all.​

Braze had kept himself busy amidst the ruins of the Great Jedi Library on Ossus whilst Okuma Milogen rested aboard the Mud Duck. He'd met a surprising number of individuals here on Ossus and conducted his business in secret while Okuma recovered. From reconvening with Nathan Bloodscrawl , to meeting his new Jedi hopeful, Leos , to sparring with Jacen Breska , and even crossing paths with Scherezade deWinter while exploring the lower levels of the ruined library.

When he was not compiling entries for his holocron, Braze took precious time to guide Leos . He spoke quietly about what it meant to be a Jedi, not bound by failed councils or rigid Orders, but as a calling that required balance, clarity, and compassion. To give the boy grounding, he set him to task in learning and reciting the Jedi Code in his own words to show his understanding, gathering fragments of crystal and parts of old lightsabers from the ruins as a first lesson in the construction of a lightsaber and elarning to recognize the pieces he'd need. He'd taught him the simple task of meditation among the broken archives and how to listen for the currents of the Force that lingered still in the stones of Ossus.

It was amid the ruins, that Braze worked to kindle a new flame even as Okuma Milogen lay beaten and healing, unaware of what had quietly begun to take shape in his absence.

Jacen Breska was sure to arrive before long, seeking out the young Jedi Knight for assistance with a task of his own. The mercenary's timing would prove interesting; perhaps Okuma Milogen might even be cognizant enough by then to hear the proposition offered to Braze, though whether he would approve, object, or simply sneer from his sickbed was anyone's guess.

Okuma would certainly wake soon. When he did, he wouldn't find himself on Veridia, nor on some mercenary outpost, but upon Ossus; a world of broken temples and half-buried memory. The last thing he might have expected, after his selfish venture, was to open his eyes to the fractured sanctuaries of the Great Jedi Library, the echo of Jedi history pressing in on him from every stretch of vista before him. And worse still, he would not wake to silence, but to the low voice of Braze guiding young Leos with regailed stories and exerpts of history learned from Gabriel Pryce , and lessons He'd taken to heart from Zark San Tekka 's wisdom, all whilst cautioning him of Bernard 's folly.

 

[Okuma Milogen]

Location: Ossus
Tag: Braze | Leos

Things had gotten hazy, his brain struggled to form memories after his skirmish on Verida. As he came to his senses he found himself in a blue fluid. His body stirred some before the bacta began to drain from the contained tub like contraption. Once he was able to, he opened the hatch and leaned out of it. His soreness and injuries are now gone. Little more than bad memories. His eyes darted around the old chamber he found himself in. Trying to make sense of where he was.

Dressing himself, Okuma stepped through the temple. Quickly recognizing the distinctly ancient Jedi architecture. His mind was running through the possible locations he was aware of.

Eventually he stumbled upon the pale boy. Currently talking to another. The Kage mercenary had wrapped some gauze around part of his head as a makeshift eyepatch for his augmentation. Since prolonged use of it gave him headaches. Yellow eyes narrowed in on the two boys before asking. “Are we on Jedha?”

To him it seemed like a logical choice, the arid environment and relatively closeness to Veridia compared to other locations made him believe that it was a logical guess. Figuring Braze would’ve taken them back to Alliance space, even if still on its periphery and at least ‘east’ of the galactic core.​