Jᴀʀ'ᴋᴀɪ Sᴘᴇᴄɪᴀʟɪsᴛ
The knee-high grass of Arkinnea brushed against her boots, leaving light yellow marks on her pants as she walked through the fields. Noticeing the sky above her was starting to darken with the rain that had yet to come. She paused for a moment to unbutton her collar, enjoying the fresh air around her with a pleased smile, eyes following the contours of the rolling hills as she watched wind sweep across the plains.
The silence here felt odd to her; on Dromund Kaas, the air had been filled with the sounds of artillery and the lingering corruption of the Dark Side, bombarding her mind with dark thoughts of surrender. Aboard the Prosperity, she could still hear the cries of Jedi being slain and the pleas of refugees trapped behind doors she could not open without risking her life. She would have gladly helped them, but the Force had other plans for her at that moment.
She reached into her side pocket to grab the data pad, reviewing the file again to remember where the Hidden Temple was located. She could hardly believe her ears when her fellow Jedi mentioned a place untouched by the Dark Side, where no Sith had ever set foot. It comforted her to know such a place existed, especially with the refugee population scattered across the plains.
Sian adjusted her pack strap, her thumb lightly brushing the cold hilts of her lightsabers on her belt. What now? she wondered as she continued along the trail. She had been a great warrior and still was, but was that all she was meant to be, just another pawn in the galaxy's endless war? She despised that feeling but recognized that the force sent her here for a reason and it was her responsibility to find out why.
The silence here felt odd to her; on Dromund Kaas, the air had been filled with the sounds of artillery and the lingering corruption of the Dark Side, bombarding her mind with dark thoughts of surrender. Aboard the Prosperity, she could still hear the cries of Jedi being slain and the pleas of refugees trapped behind doors she could not open without risking her life. She would have gladly helped them, but the Force had other plans for her at that moment.
She reached into her side pocket to grab the data pad, reviewing the file again to remember where the Hidden Temple was located. She could hardly believe her ears when her fellow Jedi mentioned a place untouched by the Dark Side, where no Sith had ever set foot. It comforted her to know such a place existed, especially with the refugee population scattered across the plains.
Sian adjusted her pack strap, her thumb lightly brushing the cold hilts of her lightsabers on her belt. What now? she wondered as she continued along the trail. She had been a great warrior and still was, but was that all she was meant to be, just another pawn in the galaxy's endless war? She despised that feeling but recognized that the force sent her here for a reason and it was her responsibility to find out why.
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