They Don't See The Risk

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Attempts to bring about proper unity had been met with roadblocks, but progress had been made. Though not standing as a singular order, the majority of the Jedi were, at the very least, standing together against the dark tide. The problem of their numbers yet remained, or rather the lack thereof. Such an issue was further exacerbated by the loss of senior members of the order more recent conflicts.

There were very few to rally behind, and the majority of those that remained were polarizing. Cedric had given up on finding a figure to follow, and instead chose to reach out to old colleagues on his own.

War was coming to the free world, and its denizens would need to be prepared for it.

Thus Cedric had flown out to the Galactic Alliance capital of Sullust, to the temple that lay beneath its ash choked surface. It was here that he would find a Jedi with far more militant views when it came to the Sith than the majority of his compatriots. The man was a rarity; a commodity that Cedric could not afford to ignore.

And so it was that the robe clad form of Cedric Grayson strode into the nearly empty dueling chamber of the lava temple, his cowl drawn over his features and a friendly smile on his face. He moved with the precision of a drunken bantha toward the only other man in the room.

"Afternoon! Master Ajahn?"

[member="Kyle Ajahn"]

 

[Kyle Ajahn]

It was different with them gone. A challenge to accept whether or not they had truly vanished or if they were already dead due to his actions. But that was hardly something best focused on in times a tumultuous as these. The darkness was rising, and someone needed to step up to meet it.

Shifting from where he'd previously been seated, stretching first to his left and then to his right, the Jedi Master slowly brought himself out of the posture he'd previously held. He wasn't much for meditation, least of all the deeper methods his late wife had been so apt to prod him with. And yet he found peace in reaching out with his feelings in hopes of touching something that might give him a sign he might follow. For even if he could not see them, he dared to hope he could learn where they hid in the vast expanse of space.

Already in a state of heightened awareness, loosely focused upon the living Force itself, Kyle flicked open his eyes and turned slowly to face the newcomer that had addressed him. Dressed in what would appear as black combat robes, expertly pressed to prevent excess restriction to his movement, the Jedi Master lifted his posture upright and took the other man into the entirety of his vision. The Jedi Master wasn't one keen to be found but his presence on Sullust had not gone unnoticed.

"I'll never get used to that," he sighed as he took in a once over of the man across from him, wanting to get a full scope of the man before making any calculated assessments. "You've come a long way if you're looking for me."

Perhaps a bit direct, but correct in his assessment if the air about the man held true. There was a war coming and he knew only one means of response should the Force guide him to it.

[member="Cedric Grayson"]

 

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These weren't the sort of circumstances that Cedric wanted to meet the Jedi Master in, but then they were all he had to work with. He knew before setting foot in the chamber that Kyle understood why he had come. A man with his reputation would likely see things in the same way Cedric did: the Sith could not be talked down, they only understood war. If the order sat aside and did nothing, the galaxy would burn. It was for that very reason that Cedric had chosen to rescind his position on the Jedi Council and take his place within this informal order.

The majority of the Jedi had seen a similar light. They knew that they could not remain uninvolved in the conflict that tore apart the galactic north this very moment. The imperials would be here soon, and the free world could not afford to sit idle and wait for them.

Hopefully Kyle agreed.

"A bit of a ways, yes, but it was worth my time. My name is Cedric Grayson, I am one of the Jedi Knights shoring up a defense against our aggressors." The youth paused for a moment, blue eyes narrowing as he appraised the man. His presence was unfamiliar in the force, yet it carried the same martial prowess that he had felt within the warriors of Ession years ago. This man was a kindred spirit.

"I'm sure you can guess as to why I sought you out."


[member="Kyle Ajahn"]

 

[Kyle Ajahn]

Imperials. The Sith. The Ren. The First Order.

No matter how many times he reflected upon them there remained on single truth. They never changed, even if the mans words were to reflect something different to him. And, while they didn't do just that, he couldn't deny that there was an imbalance to the term aggressors. While it was true that he could feel the light side about the man before him. That he could see his intentions based upon the aura he carried himself with. Kyle was not willing to take any unnecessary risks.

Rising to his feet, shaking some of his blonde hair out of his face, the Jedi Master closed a deal of the distance between them and met the other at almost eye level. With it, almost unsettling, came the immediate observation that this man, Kyle, showed no fear of any kind as he stood before a possible opponent. Few came to Sullust's temple depths in search of him, even fewer knew exactly which chamber to search. But he would give this man more than the time of day as reward for his effort.

"You say aggressors, yet I feel you seek something much more." He mused as he observed the man's posture, allowing his arms to rest at his sides calmly over the sabers hidden there beneath his black cloak. Indeed he knew why this man had sought him out, but that was not nearly enough to draw him out of his imposed isolation. "I have felt the shift of the Dark Side, you expect me to answer it?"

[member="Cedric Grayson"]