Ession was well under the Reformation's control. Laws had been set in place to keep the world orderly and safe. Much of the industry had been dismantled in favor of more environmentally friendly practices. The people of Ession were relearning what life was like living on a free world. Graxin had great pride in the changes made to the once downtrodden and dismal world, though he was careful not to let that pride become hubris. Hubris was one of the great mistakes of the Republic's Jedi and part of the reason why he had led the split. These Jedi would not fall to such great lengths, nor would they walk the path of their misguided predecessors.
That was the hope anyway.
Most of Ession was cityscape, albeit nowhere near as immense as Coruscant. High rises and smaller skyscrapers dotted the skyline almost everywhere you went. Almost. A handful of forests along with a great sea dotted the otherwise massive cityscape. The Knight preferred these places when he wasn't at the Grand Temple or conducting governmental business. It was where he was now, near the port side town of Likrin.
Likrin happened to be one of the only fishing villages on Ession, and received frequent visits from the Archlord. It brought him to a more humble mindset, that not all of the galaxy was destined to become a sprawling mass of smoke and metal. He stood in the forests near Likrin, in a small clearing lined with trees on either side. A soft rain fell down and splattered against the hood and light robes that he wore, though he paid it little mind.
His hands thrust forward toward the combat droids. They were simple creations, an they weren't even active. Sparks of bright blazing flame tore from his fingertips toward the dead husks. The flames enveloped the two droids, and doused them in a cleaning fire. The familiar crackle and expulsion of heat brought Graxin's mind to a time long gone, a nostalgia high that he only ever felt when he was alone. His time as Darth Vulcanus's apprentice was a terrible one, but also a simpler one. At times, he craved the simpleminded life he had once led.
The flames died out as his concentration faltered. One droid slumped forward, the servos in its midriff melted into slagged magma. The other however, remained intact, if not singed quite a bit.
"Again then."
[member="Lexa Imura"]
That was the hope anyway.
Most of Ession was cityscape, albeit nowhere near as immense as Coruscant. High rises and smaller skyscrapers dotted the skyline almost everywhere you went. Almost. A handful of forests along with a great sea dotted the otherwise massive cityscape. The Knight preferred these places when he wasn't at the Grand Temple or conducting governmental business. It was where he was now, near the port side town of Likrin.
Likrin happened to be one of the only fishing villages on Ession, and received frequent visits from the Archlord. It brought him to a more humble mindset, that not all of the galaxy was destined to become a sprawling mass of smoke and metal. He stood in the forests near Likrin, in a small clearing lined with trees on either side. A soft rain fell down and splattered against the hood and light robes that he wore, though he paid it little mind.
His hands thrust forward toward the combat droids. They were simple creations, an they weren't even active. Sparks of bright blazing flame tore from his fingertips toward the dead husks. The flames enveloped the two droids, and doused them in a cleaning fire. The familiar crackle and expulsion of heat brought Graxin's mind to a time long gone, a nostalgia high that he only ever felt when he was alone. His time as Darth Vulcanus's apprentice was a terrible one, but also a simpler one. At times, he craved the simpleminded life he had once led.
The flames died out as his concentration faltered. One droid slumped forward, the servos in its midriff melted into slagged magma. The other however, remained intact, if not singed quite a bit.
"Again then."
[member="Lexa Imura"]
