[member="Aleidis Ijet"]
~Barsen'thor....~
Warden of the Jedi Order, the first of her name and title in centuries. Aaralyn looked down at the information on the datapad and the remnants of the holomail she had left behind and the limited clues she had on the woman. She had let the computer compile any known sighting of the Ghostling Master be put together over a 24 hour period and during that time, she moved to the last known location at the edge of Republic space. There were rumors near Mon-Calamari and Munto Codru which either one seemed viable enough. Despite the woman's self-imposed exile, it didn't seem unlikely she would be in a location where she wouldn't be able to get supplies or assistance should she require it.
Aaralyn looked at the box next to her which contained the lightsaber that belonged to Aleidis. Her vision then shifted to her droid Rowdy who was beeping something she couldn't quite understand, and then finally it came back to the viewport. She stared blankly out into the streaks of hyperspace, sighing heavily. Her own life had become one without rest, well not really without sleep but she was constantly on the hunt for something or someone. An artifact or an object that the Jedi Order had lost due to ignorance or incompetency. Then there were issues with the enemies of the Republic, both the New Order and the One Sith were bringing issues on a daily basis. The Jedi Order was spread so thin it seemed, it was like the days of when the New Jedi Order was first formed and was growing except this time, they weren't growing...they were dwindling down in numbers.
This is why she was going to find Aleidis. The woman was competent, young, resourceful and very powerful within the Force. A knowledgeable but very young Master who had accomplished so much in a short-span and then resigned to a self-imposed exile. Aaralyn couldn't except what she had read, not for fact anyways. There had to be more purpose to the woman's life than ridding the Galaxy of an annoyance like Velok, especially when the Republic was in dire need now. The sounds of the alarms within the cockpit began to beep and ring softly, alerting her they were coming out of hyperspace near Munto Codru. As the lines blurred from streaks to stars, a Washburn-Class Medium Transport came into view. It wasn't a beautiful ship but something impressive considering the owner.
She quickly brought her engines down to a minimal speed and maneuvered the vessel to drift on it's starboard side. Now...if she was out there, she would sense her or Aledis would get the jump on her and get the party started. Slowly, Aaralyn raised a hand and motioned towards the vessel, her eyes closing slowly. She reached out through the nexus of the Force. It was like an invisible hand scoured the decks with a sense of urgency and eagerness. She could feel a presence somewhere on the vessel, but couldn't quite pinpoint it.
There were delicate lines that were left in the Force, a soft wake, tremors so light. She closed her eyes tighter and concentrated harder, opening herself up further to the Force. As she did, the delicate lines became darker imprints. "Come out, come out, wherever you are..." She whispered softly...but her whisper wouldn't just be said within the confines of her own cockpit, it would echo across the Force and Aleidis would no doubt hear it.
~Barsen'thor....~
Warden of the Jedi Order, the first of her name and title in centuries. Aaralyn looked down at the information on the datapad and the remnants of the holomail she had left behind and the limited clues she had on the woman. She had let the computer compile any known sighting of the Ghostling Master be put together over a 24 hour period and during that time, she moved to the last known location at the edge of Republic space. There were rumors near Mon-Calamari and Munto Codru which either one seemed viable enough. Despite the woman's self-imposed exile, it didn't seem unlikely she would be in a location where she wouldn't be able to get supplies or assistance should she require it.
Aaralyn looked at the box next to her which contained the lightsaber that belonged to Aleidis. Her vision then shifted to her droid Rowdy who was beeping something she couldn't quite understand, and then finally it came back to the viewport. She stared blankly out into the streaks of hyperspace, sighing heavily. Her own life had become one without rest, well not really without sleep but she was constantly on the hunt for something or someone. An artifact or an object that the Jedi Order had lost due to ignorance or incompetency. Then there were issues with the enemies of the Republic, both the New Order and the One Sith were bringing issues on a daily basis. The Jedi Order was spread so thin it seemed, it was like the days of when the New Jedi Order was first formed and was growing except this time, they weren't growing...they were dwindling down in numbers.
This is why she was going to find Aleidis. The woman was competent, young, resourceful and very powerful within the Force. A knowledgeable but very young Master who had accomplished so much in a short-span and then resigned to a self-imposed exile. Aaralyn couldn't except what she had read, not for fact anyways. There had to be more purpose to the woman's life than ridding the Galaxy of an annoyance like Velok, especially when the Republic was in dire need now. The sounds of the alarms within the cockpit began to beep and ring softly, alerting her they were coming out of hyperspace near Munto Codru. As the lines blurred from streaks to stars, a Washburn-Class Medium Transport came into view. It wasn't a beautiful ship but something impressive considering the owner.
She quickly brought her engines down to a minimal speed and maneuvered the vessel to drift on it's starboard side. Now...if she was out there, she would sense her or Aledis would get the jump on her and get the party started. Slowly, Aaralyn raised a hand and motioned towards the vessel, her eyes closing slowly. She reached out through the nexus of the Force. It was like an invisible hand scoured the decks with a sense of urgency and eagerness. She could feel a presence somewhere on the vessel, but couldn't quite pinpoint it.
There were delicate lines that were left in the Force, a soft wake, tremors so light. She closed her eyes tighter and concentrated harder, opening herself up further to the Force. As she did, the delicate lines became darker imprints. "Come out, come out, wherever you are..." She whispered softly...but her whisper wouldn't just be said within the confines of her own cockpit, it would echo across the Force and Aleidis would no doubt hear it.
