The Returned One
(Set during the upcoming time skip)
Boiling lava spat from a geyser below him.
The young man had set his ship down on the only landing platform he could find. It was a few miles south of Fralideja, the capital of Mustafar. Fralideja was one of the few remaining settlements on the molten planet, the planet which had once been a green forest world which served as home to a Jedi Enclave.
Caden had done a lot of reading on Mustafar, both during his time in the Silver Jedi Concord and since leaving. He had done the reading on how the planet was once a perfectly habitable planet, he had done the reading on how the Sith had arrived to exterminate the Jedi. He had read on how the cataclysmic eruption had destroyed everything.
It felt like so long ago since he had left the Silver Jedi.
Much of the reading he was recalling as he walked had come from his time there. He owned a lot to the Silver Jedi, much of his youth had been spent there. He was a different person now though, had trained under K Kaine Australis in the ways of the Mandalorians for so long. He was completely different to when he had left.
No longer was he the innocent boy. Kaine had sculpted him into a true warrior, a man of honor. He had completely fallen away from his Jedi training and while he kept his lightsaber and he still had the skills he had learnt while serving as a member of the Silver Jedi, he hadn't used them in ages.
He had left Kaine's side only a few times since he had arrived on Myrkr, since Kaine had put him through his paces. This was one of the few times he was doing something for himself, one of the first times since abandoning the Jedi Order, since his fight with his former brother that he was looking into something force related.
A group known only as The Blackguard were said to operate on Mustafar, a group of force wielders. The stories that Caden had studied noted originally, The Blackguard were once led by a man known as San'sii "The Kursk", a title that had been passed down ever since the days of a Dark Jedi known as Vulta Daanat. Caden couldn't lie, he was interested in knowing more about the group.
Unsurprisingly, Caden hadn't spent much time in Fralideja, he hadn't spent much time among the Northern Mustafarian people. The people were weird to him, wearing armor fashioned from lava fleas. They were tall people, skinny and completely different to those who inhabited the south, the area that Caden was moving towards.
All of the documents had been studied. The documents the young man had read suggested the Blackguard operated from the Southern Jedi ruins, the ruins of an old Jedi Enclave. It would likely be surrounded by the peaceful Southern Mustafarian people, shorter and stockier compared to their taller northern counterparts.
Caden hadn't anticipated to find trees on the lava planet, nor what he expecting to find tree-like rock chimneys that were billowing out smoke. He hadn't expected to find any life at all on the hot, corrosive planet other than the native Mustafarian people who had so clearly adapted to life on the planet.
The young man knelt down and looked at the Southern Jedi Ruins directly ahead.
Yenna
Boiling lava spat from a geyser below him.
The young man had set his ship down on the only landing platform he could find. It was a few miles south of Fralideja, the capital of Mustafar. Fralideja was one of the few remaining settlements on the molten planet, the planet which had once been a green forest world which served as home to a Jedi Enclave.
Caden had done a lot of reading on Mustafar, both during his time in the Silver Jedi Concord and since leaving. He had done the reading on how the planet was once a perfectly habitable planet, he had done the reading on how the Sith had arrived to exterminate the Jedi. He had read on how the cataclysmic eruption had destroyed everything.
It felt like so long ago since he had left the Silver Jedi.
Much of the reading he was recalling as he walked had come from his time there. He owned a lot to the Silver Jedi, much of his youth had been spent there. He was a different person now though, had trained under K Kaine Australis in the ways of the Mandalorians for so long. He was completely different to when he had left.
No longer was he the innocent boy. Kaine had sculpted him into a true warrior, a man of honor. He had completely fallen away from his Jedi training and while he kept his lightsaber and he still had the skills he had learnt while serving as a member of the Silver Jedi, he hadn't used them in ages.
He had left Kaine's side only a few times since he had arrived on Myrkr, since Kaine had put him through his paces. This was one of the few times he was doing something for himself, one of the first times since abandoning the Jedi Order, since his fight with his former brother that he was looking into something force related.
A group known only as The Blackguard were said to operate on Mustafar, a group of force wielders. The stories that Caden had studied noted originally, The Blackguard were once led by a man known as San'sii "The Kursk", a title that had been passed down ever since the days of a Dark Jedi known as Vulta Daanat. Caden couldn't lie, he was interested in knowing more about the group.
Unsurprisingly, Caden hadn't spent much time in Fralideja, he hadn't spent much time among the Northern Mustafarian people. The people were weird to him, wearing armor fashioned from lava fleas. They were tall people, skinny and completely different to those who inhabited the south, the area that Caden was moving towards.
All of the documents had been studied. The documents the young man had read suggested the Blackguard operated from the Southern Jedi ruins, the ruins of an old Jedi Enclave. It would likely be surrounded by the peaceful Southern Mustafarian people, shorter and stockier compared to their taller northern counterparts.
Caden hadn't anticipated to find trees on the lava planet, nor what he expecting to find tree-like rock chimneys that were billowing out smoke. He hadn't expected to find any life at all on the hot, corrosive planet other than the native Mustafarian people who had so clearly adapted to life on the planet.
The young man knelt down and looked at the Southern Jedi Ruins directly ahead.
Yenna
