Ilum
Iron Pantheon
Fear was a tricky thing...
It was something that had geared into his mind since those dark days on Corellia. Fear of being apprehended,locked up and caged up like a monster. The more that the thoughts lingered with him during his times of being on the run and during Isolation he wondered if he truly was a monster. Thus came the small relief, which even at times he found it terrible to call it a relief. Corellia had been destroyed, and there wasn't any restoring the planet. Others would at some point, create and found from scratch a new Corellia.
But...
Whatever documents and such that lingered with Corellia in regards to Kiran would be essentially lost forever. He was sure there would be someone at some point that would break through the corrupted data on the files of what remained of Corellia, but he hoped that day would never come. He had since that day tried as much as he could to moved past and forget what had happened.
And thus his crash into the Icy world of Ilum took place, and he met [member="Théodred Heavenshield"] and [member="Aster Rose Baelor"] Kiran was then introduced into this world, brought forth into a place the he learned to truly call home. And it was here that he had his first untroubled night of sleep in the longest time that he could remember. It wasn't until recently during a planetary mission that felt the pull, the vestiges of the dark side latch onto him. He felt everything that had happened, it all resurfaced for a few short moments and it caused him to lose focus. And more important than that, he wasn't sure if it was a vision or a glimpse into the past, something that would happen should his past ever be uncovered.
He would be cast aside, thrown from this world that he knew and loved. Thrown from the people he called friends and family, even if they didn't have that same notion. And he would have to start over, or perhaps he would just disappear into the galaxy and travel to the farthest reached of of the universe that he could. And live his life out alone for the rest of his days, perhaps that is what he deserved.
Little did Kiran know that this vision was something that the darkside was playing on. It was playing on his fear, while no one could really tell what fate would really befall the young man should his secret be uncovered or what they would think of him.
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Training Grounds
Kiran took a deep breath as his rose to wipe the beads of sweat that had formed across his brown, thus his hands lingered at the side of his waist. The only thing that took his mind of his troubles in his life was training. Kiran had simple training with the force, and saber. However on his own he practiced his technique as much as he could, spending as much time with saber as he did practicing the force. Getting through two portions of training and thus his running would start, after the fourth mile he opted to take a break.
It was early in the morning which was usually the way he liked to start off the day, he'd be able to catch things that sometimes others wouldn't. And that was always a plus for him anyway. A few more seconds as a few scattered few entered the training grounds, which was more than enough for them all. Kiran gave a simple nod to those that had entered as they like him carried on with their daily activities.
Iron Pantheon
Fear was a tricky thing...
It was something that had geared into his mind since those dark days on Corellia. Fear of being apprehended,locked up and caged up like a monster. The more that the thoughts lingered with him during his times of being on the run and during Isolation he wondered if he truly was a monster. Thus came the small relief, which even at times he found it terrible to call it a relief. Corellia had been destroyed, and there wasn't any restoring the planet. Others would at some point, create and found from scratch a new Corellia.
But...
Whatever documents and such that lingered with Corellia in regards to Kiran would be essentially lost forever. He was sure there would be someone at some point that would break through the corrupted data on the files of what remained of Corellia, but he hoped that day would never come. He had since that day tried as much as he could to moved past and forget what had happened.
And thus his crash into the Icy world of Ilum took place, and he met [member="Théodred Heavenshield"] and [member="Aster Rose Baelor"] Kiran was then introduced into this world, brought forth into a place the he learned to truly call home. And it was here that he had his first untroubled night of sleep in the longest time that he could remember. It wasn't until recently during a planetary mission that felt the pull, the vestiges of the dark side latch onto him. He felt everything that had happened, it all resurfaced for a few short moments and it caused him to lose focus. And more important than that, he wasn't sure if it was a vision or a glimpse into the past, something that would happen should his past ever be uncovered.
He would be cast aside, thrown from this world that he knew and loved. Thrown from the people he called friends and family, even if they didn't have that same notion. And he would have to start over, or perhaps he would just disappear into the galaxy and travel to the farthest reached of of the universe that he could. And live his life out alone for the rest of his days, perhaps that is what he deserved.
Little did Kiran know that this vision was something that the darkside was playing on. It was playing on his fear, while no one could really tell what fate would really befall the young man should his secret be uncovered or what they would think of him.
*************
Training Grounds
Kiran took a deep breath as his rose to wipe the beads of sweat that had formed across his brown, thus his hands lingered at the side of his waist. The only thing that took his mind of his troubles in his life was training. Kiran had simple training with the force, and saber. However on his own he practiced his technique as much as he could, spending as much time with saber as he did practicing the force. Getting through two portions of training and thus his running would start, after the fourth mile he opted to take a break.
It was early in the morning which was usually the way he liked to start off the day, he'd be able to catch things that sometimes others wouldn't. And that was always a plus for him anyway. A few more seconds as a few scattered few entered the training grounds, which was more than enough for them all. Kiran gave a simple nod to those that had entered as they like him carried on with their daily activities.