Meraal Vaun
Heir to Clan Vaun
It had been years since I had sought to hone anything out of my sensitivity in the force, and my original decision to do so had been one of a few decisions in life after which I still felt truly happy committing to. That happiness and sense of purpose felt when I first entered the Jedi temple on Coruscant was cut short by the shattering of the Republic. The One Sith showed up only a week after my entrance into the Jedi Order, almost completely destroying my chances of learning anything while at the temple.
I did manage to learn names while at the temple though. Or to be more accurate, my datapad managed to learn names while I was at the temple. When I first arrived at the Jedi sanctuary, I downloaded a list containing names of Jedi currently active and serving the Republic. Of course, the Republic no longer existed, but the names gave me a good starting point which I was attempting to use to find a master. So far none of the list searching had paid off.
But there were other things which I would occasionally remember. Sometimes memories of my time spent at the temple would appear in my dreams, sometimes in my nightmares, and often during the many nights I had spent wasting away in backwater cantinas. I've had enough of backwater cantinas.
The events in the dreams which plagued my mind were never very clear, but there was something odd about the memories that I had while sleeping. It was as if I was still in the temple, but all of my senses except for my hearing were dulled. In my dreams, the halls of a darkened version of the Jedi temple whispered the names of Jedi that I had only met or heard of in brief passing, always the same names, always in the same order. A month and a half ago during one of my night terrors, a new name - the name Gherron Vael - echoed throughout the darkened chambers.
At first I had brushed aside the new name as something which I had routinely heard in my dreams before, but the frequency of my night terrors increased, and over many nights the volume of the echoes reciting the names of Jedi slowly built from whispers into a deafening roar which thundered throughout the gloomy halls of the dream Jedi temple. I've had enough of backater cantinas, and I've had enough of not being able to sleep.
Many say that the path to change requires action, and I have been very active over the past month and a half. I started looking for any information on Gherron Vael in the first places I could think of - I consulted the datapad which I had downloaded the list of Jedi on, and sure enough Gherron Vael was there. From there, I went to the second place I could think of to find information - the slums of the underworld.
So far, my search had proved fruitless. My father's training on how to hunt down his personal spice runners had lead me to plenty of dirt bag informants, but few of them had any information which actually ended up being useful for my search. My desire to become something more than a drunken mercenary kept me going even after following several cold trails, and I also believed that training to become a Jedi would help me with my goal of returning my clan to the cause of Mandalore.
I had finally reached what looked like the dead-end of yet another information trail in the grand search for Gherron Vael. I stood on the doorstep of a beautiful manor on the planet Chandrila. The manor was something which seemed a little odd for a Jedi, but perhaps my one week of Jedi training was not enough to give me a good understanding of Jedi.
I had decided to wear civilian clothes for this particular part of the investigation and had donned an unassuming tan jacket with a grey undershirt and a black pair of pants. No need to go stirring up trouble where it wasn't needed, and wearing my armor often made me careless enough to be the person starting the trouble. The only indicator of my Mandalorian heritage being an armored gauntlet on my left arm and my belt minus its standard assortment of weaponry, the flask was still there though in case this lead turned out to be a bust. It was possible that Gherron Vael was dead, but there was still a sliver of hope that this manor would be his house. With a sliver of hope and a grin I extended my left hand and knocked on the manor's front entrance.
[member="Gherron Vael"]
I did manage to learn names while at the temple though. Or to be more accurate, my datapad managed to learn names while I was at the temple. When I first arrived at the Jedi sanctuary, I downloaded a list containing names of Jedi currently active and serving the Republic. Of course, the Republic no longer existed, but the names gave me a good starting point which I was attempting to use to find a master. So far none of the list searching had paid off.
But there were other things which I would occasionally remember. Sometimes memories of my time spent at the temple would appear in my dreams, sometimes in my nightmares, and often during the many nights I had spent wasting away in backwater cantinas. I've had enough of backwater cantinas.
The events in the dreams which plagued my mind were never very clear, but there was something odd about the memories that I had while sleeping. It was as if I was still in the temple, but all of my senses except for my hearing were dulled. In my dreams, the halls of a darkened version of the Jedi temple whispered the names of Jedi that I had only met or heard of in brief passing, always the same names, always in the same order. A month and a half ago during one of my night terrors, a new name - the name Gherron Vael - echoed throughout the darkened chambers.
At first I had brushed aside the new name as something which I had routinely heard in my dreams before, but the frequency of my night terrors increased, and over many nights the volume of the echoes reciting the names of Jedi slowly built from whispers into a deafening roar which thundered throughout the gloomy halls of the dream Jedi temple. I've had enough of backater cantinas, and I've had enough of not being able to sleep.
Many say that the path to change requires action, and I have been very active over the past month and a half. I started looking for any information on Gherron Vael in the first places I could think of - I consulted the datapad which I had downloaded the list of Jedi on, and sure enough Gherron Vael was there. From there, I went to the second place I could think of to find information - the slums of the underworld.
So far, my search had proved fruitless. My father's training on how to hunt down his personal spice runners had lead me to plenty of dirt bag informants, but few of them had any information which actually ended up being useful for my search. My desire to become something more than a drunken mercenary kept me going even after following several cold trails, and I also believed that training to become a Jedi would help me with my goal of returning my clan to the cause of Mandalore.
I had finally reached what looked like the dead-end of yet another information trail in the grand search for Gherron Vael. I stood on the doorstep of a beautiful manor on the planet Chandrila. The manor was something which seemed a little odd for a Jedi, but perhaps my one week of Jedi training was not enough to give me a good understanding of Jedi.
I had decided to wear civilian clothes for this particular part of the investigation and had donned an unassuming tan jacket with a grey undershirt and a black pair of pants. No need to go stirring up trouble where it wasn't needed, and wearing my armor often made me careless enough to be the person starting the trouble. The only indicator of my Mandalorian heritage being an armored gauntlet on my left arm and my belt minus its standard assortment of weaponry, the flask was still there though in case this lead turned out to be a bust. It was possible that Gherron Vael was dead, but there was still a sliver of hope that this manor would be his house. With a sliver of hope and a grin I extended my left hand and knocked on the manor's front entrance.
[member="Gherron Vael"]
