Moonage Daydream
Working like he was to unite the Jedi incurred a lot of travel time. And Coren didn’t mind it. There wasn’t any active war front current going on, aside from diving in to help protect the Praxeum, pull some Jedi student out of the fire they find themselves in, or harass [member="Darth Carnifex"] and his lackeys wherever he found the opportunity, and that found Coren with time to wander. The Alliance in Exile was not broadcasting their own Jedi, and as a result the Star Temple was moving between a few points on the map, leaving enough time to resupply, pick up new Jedi, or Force sensitives who were still seeking out the so-called New Jedi Order over some of the sister organizations, or to set up a rescue mission, and the Praxeum was not always a place for the warrior.
But he did have other groups to connect with. The Outer Rim had their judges and the Jedi Embassy in their reach, but the Order of the Silver Jedi were perhaps, the most prevalent grouping of Jedi out there. And without any major galactic power standing behind their own Jedi, they were just as important, if not more so, than the other groups.
Until Coren founded the Jedi Kingdoms and reinstituted a system of Lords and Ladies who defended their own regions of space and came together to keep the Light alive.
For now, though, he was going to make do with doing what he could to keep the Jedi together, and working in a similar direction. Landing his YT-2000, the Tachyon Rising at the Silver Rest, the Corellian pet his sand cat before departing from the vessel. Jeans, boots, shirt, jacket, and a cloak over it all, the man was looking more like a hermit spacer than an actual Jedi, and it was more so he wasn’t getting her attention the whole time.
He wanted to make sure he could get through Kashyyyk, visit with Dragonsflame and the Jedi Council here, fill her office with post-it notes and use an adhesive to stick her datapad to her desk, and be gone before Celeste even knew what was going on.
That was his hope, at least.
[member="Celeste Rigel"]
But he did have other groups to connect with. The Outer Rim had their judges and the Jedi Embassy in their reach, but the Order of the Silver Jedi were perhaps, the most prevalent grouping of Jedi out there. And without any major galactic power standing behind their own Jedi, they were just as important, if not more so, than the other groups.
Until Coren founded the Jedi Kingdoms and reinstituted a system of Lords and Ladies who defended their own regions of space and came together to keep the Light alive.
For now, though, he was going to make do with doing what he could to keep the Jedi together, and working in a similar direction. Landing his YT-2000, the Tachyon Rising at the Silver Rest, the Corellian pet his sand cat before departing from the vessel. Jeans, boots, shirt, jacket, and a cloak over it all, the man was looking more like a hermit spacer than an actual Jedi, and it was more so he wasn’t getting her attention the whole time.
He wanted to make sure he could get through Kashyyyk, visit with Dragonsflame and the Jedi Council here, fill her office with post-it notes and use an adhesive to stick her datapad to her desk, and be gone before Celeste even knew what was going on.
That was his hope, at least.
[member="Celeste Rigel"]