Feather in His Cap
Oni knew what his objective was. When the Infinite Empire came to the doorstep of his order, he resolved to return the favor. The swordsman should have never done this. He wasn't out of training, let alone strong enough to face an evil like the Rakata on his own. Had he told any other Je'daii, Oni would've not only been advised not to, they would've surely expelled him. Maybe they should have. After attempting to fly one of the Infinate Empire's vessels, Oni hound himself lost in the void. It was a place devoid of life, with streaking lights his eyes couldn't follow. Had he been in that space for any longer, he feared his sanity would slip away. When his ship emerged, it crashed on a wasted world. Barren, war torn, filled with towns cobbled together from scrap and cloth. It was horrific. When Oni asked them what this place was called, the locals referred to it as Tython. This was his home. The Je'daii must have fallen to the Infinite Empire. What else could leave such destruction in it's wake?
He couldn't remain on Tython. Oni wouldn't have been able to handle it had he stumbled upon the ruins of his home. Instead, he set off, stowing away on a vessel bound for a world called Coruscant. For weeks, the Je'daii learner huddled away in the darkness, sleeping amongst the ship's luggage. When it finally landed and the swordsman emerged, he found himself in a city reaching into the heavens, filled with bright lights and alien folks he had never seen before. In a daze, Oni wandered the streets of this place on edge. Most confusingly, there was not a Rakata in sight. Was this an entirely different civilization that had been spared from their conquest? He didn't know for sure. All those he spoke to acted as though he was insane.
Eventually, exhaustion started to kick in. Oni hadn't eaten since departing from the shuttle that had brought him to this "Coruscant," and he hadn't slept for days. The young Je'daii collapsed, sprawling out on the ground of a back alley. Hard as it was, his back seemed to sink into the floor. Oni fought back against the sensation of comfort, keeping his mind awake, but eventually he would need food.
How was he supposed to do that in a world he could barely understand?