Finally Tattersong had made it to Tython. Two years a pit fighter and countless light years of travel. Granted, he had made a small fortune in cred sticks, and his physical might was great, but the time away from his old Master had left him angry, bitter and cynical inside. He knew his parents, as spiritual as they were, as spiritual as he'd been, would be saddened to see their son as he was.
But that was why he'd come here, to Tython. To move past who he was now. To become who he was intended to be: a Jedi Knight. To take his place with those who would use their might to promote peace and understanding, and moreover, to become one with the Force.
At 6'5" and 388 lbs., 'Song knew he cut an imposing figure. But here, in the place, approaching with a humble heart, he felt very small indeed.
But that was why he'd come here, to Tython. To move past who he was now. To become who he was intended to be: a Jedi Knight. To take his place with those who would use their might to promote peace and understanding, and moreover, to become one with the Force.
At 6'5" and 388 lbs., 'Song knew he cut an imposing figure. But here, in the place, approaching with a humble heart, he felt very small indeed.