Armed.
The Gray Pilgrim
Voss. Mathieu had come to grow fond of the place already. It was odd - for all he had done on the planet so far was to battle. And that was usually not the recipe to growing fond of anything. At least not for a Jedi, a follower of the light. But he had not come to like the planet because of the battles and the war that was still raging on. He had come to like it despite of that. Because past all the death and destruction, he seemed to feel a sense of peace and a sense of belonging. The planet had once been the home of the Silver Jedi Order, and he was now here to help reclaim it.
It had not been long since his last battle, but the war was far from over. Reports of a problematic enemy hotspot a bit further out had been flooding in and Mathieu was tasked to help remedy the problem. Naturally, the Padawan was not tasked to do so alone - instead, he had been assigned to join a strike team lead by Jedi Master Iston Voronwe. He had never met the Jedi Master, nor had he heard of him. But there were many whom Mathieu had never heard about.
Clad in a set of simple Jedi Robes, seemingly a bit worn after his last fight, he appeared at the meeting location. It had been a long day and he had already spent quite a bit of energy but there was still plenty left to go. Mathieu was at a peak physical condition - something which was rather useful for campaigns like these. It was not something he was unfamiliar with as he had also spent extensive amounts of time on the battlefield as a mercenary, at least in relation to his age.
The battle was still raging on - sound of artillery and blasters could still be heard and fighters from both sides filled the skies far above. A few AA-cannons were sending wave after wave of laser bolts. It all melted into the background as Mathieu made his way over to the person in charge, the Jedi Master. With a slight bow, he introduced himself "I am Padawan Mathieu Brion. I was assigned to your strike team."
Iston Voronwe