The Mentor
A sigh escaped the lips of the Jedi Master (Who could be a freelance JM if some people don't get their chit together) as he walked down a beach outlining the beautiful shining blue sea of Naboo, his homeworld. It was nice, really, for once to just relax and listen to the waves.
He'd visited his childhood home again. It was a wreck, of course. It'd been destroyed about a year ago. it was... Hard, looking at it again. But at least he'd been able to salvage any family heirlooms beforehand, so that gave him a sense of relief.
Regardless, a lot had been on his mind as of late.. The steadily increasing corruption of the Jedi Order, the Mandalorian threat approaching, the Liberty Concord being drafted into Omega Pyre... So much going on at once, and here he was, smack dab in the middle.
He didn't regret taking a hiatus from the Order. If he stayed much longer, he probably would have lost his mind.
He was wearing a dark blue t-shirt, partily cloaked by a black leather jacket, under it being black pants and steel toed boots. He wore a pair of sunglasses to shield himself from Naboo's sun...
It was time he relaxed again... Let it go.
Let it go.
Can't hold it back anymore.
Foolishness and jokes aside, he knew he needed to relax.... And be at peace, before he could think clearly. The soothing sound of the waves calmed him... It was why he was here after all. That nostalgic feeling always brought him back to Naboo.
He'd visited his childhood home again. It was a wreck, of course. It'd been destroyed about a year ago. it was... Hard, looking at it again. But at least he'd been able to salvage any family heirlooms beforehand, so that gave him a sense of relief.
Regardless, a lot had been on his mind as of late.. The steadily increasing corruption of the Jedi Order, the Mandalorian threat approaching, the Liberty Concord being drafted into Omega Pyre... So much going on at once, and here he was, smack dab in the middle.
He didn't regret taking a hiatus from the Order. If he stayed much longer, he probably would have lost his mind.
He was wearing a dark blue t-shirt, partily cloaked by a black leather jacket, under it being black pants and steel toed boots. He wore a pair of sunglasses to shield himself from Naboo's sun...
It was time he relaxed again... Let it go.
Let it go.
Can't hold it back anymore.
Foolishness and jokes aside, he knew he needed to relax.... And be at peace, before he could think clearly. The soothing sound of the waves calmed him... It was why he was here after all. That nostalgic feeling always brought him back to Naboo.