There was a certainty to the way things had transpired. The Graug were now pacified to an extent, and the vast majority of the race had taken to the stars with Graxin and the others. Others whom Graxin never would have guessed to be allied with, but they had appeared together, along with the mysterious Architects, and offered assistance. He owed them all a great debt.
The Knight had heard of the Architects before. They were an ancient race with origins in the time shortly after the Rakata Empire's fall, or so he had heard. Meeting them in person was an odd event, and one he would do his best to keep from happening to his Padawan. The boy didn't need to meed such odd creatures at such an impressionable time in his training.
This was why Graxin had called Kaigann to the spherical training room of the Mephirium. The Mephirium itself was docked aboard the San-Hill Star Destroyer the Ge'hutuun, but that was utterly irrelevant right now.
Graxin drew in a deep breath, and fumbled with the lightsaber he had built on Mustafar so long ago. Everything was different now. He was no longer a wayward apprentice, he held the power and had a duty, and Corvetta was gone. Perhaps forever.
The Monitor had spoken to him personally. They were going to a world called Ession to establish Order, and the Monitor had spoken to him about the Jedi Lords. There was a certain merit to the ancient being's words that struck with Graxin no matter how much he tried to ignore them.
The Jedi were meant to help all, not only the dying government of the Republic. Everything they did now flew in the face of the old Order's tenants. Graxin had made a revelation.
It was time to discuss it with his student.
[member="Kaigann Fossk"]
The Knight had heard of the Architects before. They were an ancient race with origins in the time shortly after the Rakata Empire's fall, or so he had heard. Meeting them in person was an odd event, and one he would do his best to keep from happening to his Padawan. The boy didn't need to meed such odd creatures at such an impressionable time in his training.
This was why Graxin had called Kaigann to the spherical training room of the Mephirium. The Mephirium itself was docked aboard the San-Hill Star Destroyer the Ge'hutuun, but that was utterly irrelevant right now.
Graxin drew in a deep breath, and fumbled with the lightsaber he had built on Mustafar so long ago. Everything was different now. He was no longer a wayward apprentice, he held the power and had a duty, and Corvetta was gone. Perhaps forever.
The Monitor had spoken to him personally. They were going to a world called Ession to establish Order, and the Monitor had spoken to him about the Jedi Lords. There was a certain merit to the ancient being's words that struck with Graxin no matter how much he tried to ignore them.
The Jedi were meant to help all, not only the dying government of the Republic. Everything they did now flew in the face of the old Order's tenants. Graxin had made a revelation.
It was time to discuss it with his student.
[member="Kaigann Fossk"]