Valoria Elryne
Character
Jedi Temple, Tython
Temple Hanger
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This wasn't working for her anymore.
Everything had grown so conflicting. She didn't understand how she was supposed to carry on after what had happened.
The constant reminders and memories she found in the halls of the temple were doing no good for her. It was impossible to heal when you could find the very thing causing you grief everywhere you looked.
It wasn't that she didn't want to be a Jedi. Her whole life had been dedicated to that. It would be pointless to throw it all away now, would it not be? Maybe not. Valoria wasn't certain.
Regardless, she needed space to breath. She couldn't stay here. That much she knew. If it weren't for her occasional trips off Tython with a close friend of hers, she would've made this call a long time ago.
She'd left a hastily scrawn note for

After grabbing a few belongings, she started through the halls of the temple, headed towards the hanger. Her heartbeat was loud in her ears as she walked, certain that any moment now someone would catch onto her intentions and call her out for it. But of course, that never happened. She was fully authorised to be within the temple. No-one would so much as glance back at her.
The doors to the hanger slid open as she entered, her eyes immediately scanning the space for an unoccupied ship. Eventually they landed on one that seemed devoid of anyone aboard.
Perfect.
Valoria crossed the hangar, avoiding crossing paths or colliding with anyone else in the area. Droids moved back and forth, but they, much like everyone else, payed her little attention.
She knew her flying abilities were less than commendable. But she understood the basics, and could successfully fly from one planet to the next. Valoria was more scared than anything. The prospect of flying was no longer a positive one for her. Considering last time she did so was after.... That.
Valoria shook the thought off. She'd be fine.
Heading up the ship's ramp, she didn't stop to consider checking the rest of the ship before heading through to the cockpit. If she had, perhaps she would have noticed them sooner.
Settling herself in the pilots seat, she took a moment to glance over the controls, trying to recall the brief lessons in flying she'd been given. Soon enough, she'd managed to get the ships power on without causing it to blow up.
That was a good start.