"I will be fine! I have been further than Roon before and returned to you in one piece. Besides, I'm not your little girl any more, it's time you let me make my own way." Truth be told, Sotir was becoming somewhat flustered with life on Kothlis. It had become oppressive for her, suffocating even, and she found she could not spend more than a week at the Palace without losing part of her sanity. As much as she loved her family, her place was not meant to be with them. They had a Planet to rule, and Sotir had a Galaxy to explore. "You have Ilmar and Fen to dote upon, the future of this Monarch... So please, please, just let me do this..." Sotir had never asked anything of her Father before now, most likely because she'd never had need to do so, but when he threatened to ban her from traversing CIS Territory she felt it was time to exercise that right. "What happened to freedom, to autonomy?" The girl finally breathed, throwing up her arms in apparent defeat. He was the King, after all, his word was law unto her.
In the silence that followed Sotir could swear the sound of her pulse was audible, the blood flowing through her body becoming a tangible feeling. The ageing man raised a hand and scratched at his snow-speckled beard, as though the largest decision the Galaxy had ever faced had been placed upon his shoulders. His expression was sombre, full of doubt, yet finally he spoke. "For the love I bear you, I shall grant you this. But know that Kothlis shall forever be your home. And one should never die too far from home." As ever her Father lacked hope, faith even, his cynical words cutting through the young woman... Yet at the same time an excitement grew within her. That meant yes, only she wouldn't inquire whether such was the case, after all she could not risk losing the permission. Stepping forwards the old man rested his hands to either side of her temples, and leaned forwards to place his lips against her forehead. "Go, with my blessing, Frija. I shall speak with your Mother."
And so it was that Sotir had left her home for what was possibly the final time. In the past she had ventured through CIS Territory, and sometimes further, yet everyone knew this time it would be different. It wasn't any old planet she was visiting, it was the world of the Templars, an organization she sought to join, and this would be a life-altering change to the Princess... That is another change I seek to make, to rid myself of my Nobility, if only in the eyes of others. Would she reveal who she was? She doubted it, Frija was the girl meant for Kothlis, not the Galaxy at large... No, to everyone else she would be Sotir, a girl with no past to trace, without a heritage, without presupposed expectations. The freedoms offered by the Templars would assist her transition, provided they accepted her at all.
When Roon came into view beyond the window Sotir's excitement grew. It was a beautiful planet, she had passed it several times before, always one to draw her attention and even managing to hold it for prolonged lengths of time. It called to her, urging her on, and thus she guided the ship down into orbit, and finally broke through the atmosphere. Down the ship glided, until it fell beneath the tree-line. There, in the distance, she spotted it. Her salvation, the place where wonders were made... Or would be made, provided she got past the front door. The Sanctum. Slinging her backpack over her shoulder, which contained minimal possessions, and sheathing one of her many blades, Sotir ventured forth from the vessel, and off towards the building itself, day-dreaming of what was to come.
As she walked the familiar lines of the Je'daii code flocked to her mind, forcing her to recall it, to learn it so that she might never forget its precepts. It was her mantra, her code, regardless of who it originally belonged to. The Je'daii were long since gone, replaced by the Jedi and furthermore the Sith. All that remained were the Tho Yor, the Temples on Tython and their Code. Virtually everything else had been obliterated in the destruction of Kaleth, the Temple of Knowledge. There is no Ignorance, there is Knowledge. There is no Fear, there is Power. I am the Heart of the Force. The Revealing Fire of Light. The Mystery of Darkness. In Balance with Chaos and Harmony. One with the Force. It had been several weeks since she last recalled it, and her mental recitation was perfect.
Smiling she made her way up the outer steps, to the main entrance. Raising a hand she beat a fist against the door, and waited to see who would come...
In the silence that followed Sotir could swear the sound of her pulse was audible, the blood flowing through her body becoming a tangible feeling. The ageing man raised a hand and scratched at his snow-speckled beard, as though the largest decision the Galaxy had ever faced had been placed upon his shoulders. His expression was sombre, full of doubt, yet finally he spoke. "For the love I bear you, I shall grant you this. But know that Kothlis shall forever be your home. And one should never die too far from home." As ever her Father lacked hope, faith even, his cynical words cutting through the young woman... Yet at the same time an excitement grew within her. That meant yes, only she wouldn't inquire whether such was the case, after all she could not risk losing the permission. Stepping forwards the old man rested his hands to either side of her temples, and leaned forwards to place his lips against her forehead. "Go, with my blessing, Frija. I shall speak with your Mother."
And so it was that Sotir had left her home for what was possibly the final time. In the past she had ventured through CIS Territory, and sometimes further, yet everyone knew this time it would be different. It wasn't any old planet she was visiting, it was the world of the Templars, an organization she sought to join, and this would be a life-altering change to the Princess... That is another change I seek to make, to rid myself of my Nobility, if only in the eyes of others. Would she reveal who she was? She doubted it, Frija was the girl meant for Kothlis, not the Galaxy at large... No, to everyone else she would be Sotir, a girl with no past to trace, without a heritage, without presupposed expectations. The freedoms offered by the Templars would assist her transition, provided they accepted her at all.
When Roon came into view beyond the window Sotir's excitement grew. It was a beautiful planet, she had passed it several times before, always one to draw her attention and even managing to hold it for prolonged lengths of time. It called to her, urging her on, and thus she guided the ship down into orbit, and finally broke through the atmosphere. Down the ship glided, until it fell beneath the tree-line. There, in the distance, she spotted it. Her salvation, the place where wonders were made... Or would be made, provided she got past the front door. The Sanctum. Slinging her backpack over her shoulder, which contained minimal possessions, and sheathing one of her many blades, Sotir ventured forth from the vessel, and off towards the building itself, day-dreaming of what was to come.
As she walked the familiar lines of the Je'daii code flocked to her mind, forcing her to recall it, to learn it so that she might never forget its precepts. It was her mantra, her code, regardless of who it originally belonged to. The Je'daii were long since gone, replaced by the Jedi and furthermore the Sith. All that remained were the Tho Yor, the Temples on Tython and their Code. Virtually everything else had been obliterated in the destruction of Kaleth, the Temple of Knowledge. There is no Ignorance, there is Knowledge. There is no Fear, there is Power. I am the Heart of the Force. The Revealing Fire of Light. The Mystery of Darkness. In Balance with Chaos and Harmony. One with the Force. It had been several weeks since she last recalled it, and her mental recitation was perfect.
Smiling she made her way up the outer steps, to the main entrance. Raising a hand she beat a fist against the door, and waited to see who would come...