Darth Elita
[SIZE=10pt]Kashyyyk. It was one of those planets that so much of the Master’s youth was spent on. She grew up here, she experienced things here that she could and would never forget and she never wanted to. Everything started with a Garhoon, her life saved and her world changed. At times her mind wandered to that Garhoon, wondering where he was and if he was still alive. It was like a fairy tale their meeting, but all fairy tales do come to an end and she started a new one. Disappearing from the galaxy wasn’t something she had originally planned on doing, but it was out of necessity. The galaxy was needing to learn to be on its own and she was tired along with her lover. Countless times they had sacrificed each other to save the galaxy and it was time for them to rest and enjoy their time together – what was left of it. [/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]Still, the call of the galaxy still touched her ears and she wanted to see what she could do. The Republic was gone, the traditional Jedi council was gone and Spencer found herself staring at the temple of the Silver Jedi. A hand found its way to her cheek as she sighed, when they had first formed she had not expected them to flourish this long. Probably wouldn’t be a promising idea to remind Ashin of the bet they had made – she wasn’t in the mood to clean the ship by herself for a week. Unlike the Jedi Masters that roamed the halls, the woman who looked barely touched by her thirties and wore something more akin to a spacer. Turning down one of the hallways, she saw a coat hanger and grabbed one of the tan looking Jedi Robes. “Ah these seem to fit, heh now I look the part.” [/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]Now having Jedi Robes covering her worn spacer clothing, the woman continued to look for the very typical temple guardens to sit herself down. Once she found one, she sighed happily and awaited the lovely padawans, knights and other Masters. Her comm vibrated and she sent a message to the former Conquer of Ten Thousand Worlds stating that she had arrived and was alright. With that message was a string of disgustingly cute emojis. Her finger flicked and she saw the message from [member="Jyoti Nooran"] about helping at the temple. She was the first Jedi to inquire about housing the lovely wandering Master/Teacher. The comm found its place back in her pocket and she closed her eyes and allowed her presence to ripple through the temple. It was quiet and calm, holding back something stronger. Once the small ripple went out, Spencer’s paranoia kicked in and she quickly shut off any access to her mind. She feared others around her digging and finding something she needed to keep locked away. Hazel eyes fluttered as she watched padawans and younglings travel around the garden and head to their lessons. [/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]She began to reminisce about her own time on a temple, back on Coruscant. [/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]Still, the call of the galaxy still touched her ears and she wanted to see what she could do. The Republic was gone, the traditional Jedi council was gone and Spencer found herself staring at the temple of the Silver Jedi. A hand found its way to her cheek as she sighed, when they had first formed she had not expected them to flourish this long. Probably wouldn’t be a promising idea to remind Ashin of the bet they had made – she wasn’t in the mood to clean the ship by herself for a week. Unlike the Jedi Masters that roamed the halls, the woman who looked barely touched by her thirties and wore something more akin to a spacer. Turning down one of the hallways, she saw a coat hanger and grabbed one of the tan looking Jedi Robes. “Ah these seem to fit, heh now I look the part.” [/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]Now having Jedi Robes covering her worn spacer clothing, the woman continued to look for the very typical temple guardens to sit herself down. Once she found one, she sighed happily and awaited the lovely padawans, knights and other Masters. Her comm vibrated and she sent a message to the former Conquer of Ten Thousand Worlds stating that she had arrived and was alright. With that message was a string of disgustingly cute emojis. Her finger flicked and she saw the message from [member="Jyoti Nooran"] about helping at the temple. She was the first Jedi to inquire about housing the lovely wandering Master/Teacher. The comm found its place back in her pocket and she closed her eyes and allowed her presence to ripple through the temple. It was quiet and calm, holding back something stronger. Once the small ripple went out, Spencer’s paranoia kicked in and she quickly shut off any access to her mind. She feared others around her digging and finding something she needed to keep locked away. Hazel eyes fluttered as she watched padawans and younglings travel around the garden and head to their lessons. [/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]She began to reminisce about her own time on a temple, back on Coruscant. [/SIZE]