Private [THP] A Lantern in Shadowed Halls

[Caelan Valoren]

Eshan. Home of the Echani. He’d never been, but perhaps he should have visited sooner. Even though Caelan didn’t relish the idea of combat, he found a level of enjoyment in learning martial arts. He wouldn’t call himself a master of any, but he still remembered the lessons the late Caltin Vanagor taught on Broken Gate, may he rest well in the Force, and his friend Azurine Varek had taught him some of the Iridonian Martial Arts as well. As he understood it, the Echani had their own martial art, and were heavily versed in bladed weapon combat. At some point he should make an effort to learn from them. Perhaps at a point when the children were older and needed a little less of his attention now that he was alone in raising them.

As it was, when he stepped foot on the world, he had Serenya wrapped in a blanket and in a carrier on his chest while Kastiel, who was now walking quite well, held onto his hand. The boy was interested in everything and it was often a struggle to keep him walking, but it was a lot easier on his back to only have to carry one of the kids in a carrier.

The reason Caelan was there was simple: there was an enclave on the world that he had learned was associated with the Hidden Path, which he already knew his friend and the Grandmaster he looked up to, Valery Noble , was a part of. With the Alliance in an absolute state of internal turmoil, he was looking for something more stable, and a way to actually help the galaxy that didn’t rely on him having to be a combatant more than it did having to be, as he viewed it, what a Jedi should be. The Hidden Path had a more humanitarian arm, but it was, like most of the organization, shadowed in nature. Caelan wanted to be open in his efforts. Not for personal gain or recognition, but for the sake of transparency and to make it easier for people to ask him for help.

However, that didn’t mean the Hidden Path couldn’t help him.

His intention was to speak with the council about the formation of a sub-organization he deemed the Wardens of the Light. Warden’s because of their nature as guardians and keepers, protectors and librarians.

Thus he entered the enclave, with both of his children, and sought the chamber within where the council would be located, provided they were all there. He had a feeling they were at least in part. Knocking on the door to the council chamber, he gently pushed it open and leaned his head in, careful to keep Kastiel from rushing in and accosting everyone out of curiosity.

“Hello,” he said, glancing around. “I wondered if it would be alright if I took a moment or two of your time to discuss possibly getting your help with the organization of something.”

ATTIRE: Link | WEAPON: Lightsaber | COMPANIONS: Serenya and Kastiel Valoren | OTHER: Sigil Bead (Necklace), Prosthetic Left Arm

TAGS: Valery Noble | The Broker | Csariden | Thexann Pehnataur | Thurion Heavenshield ​

 

[Thexann Pehnataur]

PERSONAL MEMO (Encrypted)

Author: Thexann Pehnataur
Subject: A meeting with a King
Location: [REDACTED]
Access Level: [Red-Alpha Priority]

It was a busy day for me.

One I really did not have the time to sit and chat with people. I had several meetings lined up, as well as had to jump on a flight out to see Halpern for an update on something we are working on.

It’s also not every day you have a king requesting an audience with you.

Lazerian IV, not a planet I have ever visited, but one I knew about. It’s of the Galactic Alliance, King Valorean. I got the message from my assistant on Eshan that he was looking for a meet with the entire Council. Well, I can’t speak for them, but I couldn’t just jump out there rights now. Especially since he may not have time to wait.

So, I cancelled my next meeting.

The holovid camera scanned over me, as I sat, and all he would see is the blue shimmer of my image over the chair I would sit in. He would recognize it, it’s (at least what I’m told) is like the Jedi Council did, or does.

Anyway.

... and that is? Forgive my curt response, Your Highness, but you are a busy man and would not be here without a good reason.

Neither would I, but his station deserves respect.

This is what he is saying to people, just like a cutaway