Sargon Vynea
Spencer's guard unicorn
From a distance the Iridonian watched the class thoughtfully, and quite curious in truth. It seemed a good group, but he had always been rather distant from those who called themselves Jedi. Bad blood, and bad memories abound within the word. Yet these were not truly they as far as he understood it, not even the spiritual successors of the Republic's Jedi. He'd read their stances and theories already, and he found much to admire in them. Still he was unsure.
He'd always loved the Outer Rim and unknown regions beyond them. Loved the way the cultures still stood independent and there was room to grow. There was a freedom out beyond the core systems, and he respected anyone who sough to strengthen that freedom and independence. His feelings of the Rim being a second chance for anyone and anything still remained, even if what started that dream in him was now just a lovely memory. A cherished memory, but a memory none the less.
Now the winds howled around him, they had summoned him here, and for the second time he had simply obeyed, as he had once of old. He was no longer a young sapling though. Now when he felt the winds of the living Force sweep through and around him he could feel himself sway in it, and yet it was different. He'd allow himself to grow stubborn, and resistant and so it had changed him.
Still he let that thought go as he let his mind lose and float on the winds of the living Force. Without any attempt to guide it he felt it bring his presence closer to watch and listen. The Force required nothing else at this time, and so he simply withdrew pulling his signature in even as he could feel his awareness around these students. There was no need to disturb the class, and he'd no doubt their Master had already felt his presence when he arrived.
He didn't know him personally, though he was quite sure an old friend of his had brought him to a class on a water world once to view witness to it. He'd rejected it then of course. A man who lived in the past would always have trouble accepting the truth of the presence after all. Perhaps that's why he had sought to close his eyes and mind for so long. It didn't really matter though in the end. He had taken his first steps away from that and the only choices he had now were to grow or sit still and be angry about wasted time.
Still there was nothing wrong with his mind in learned about these people and the newest government out in the Rim. Of course this wasn't exactly his old stomping grounds, no they were closer to old Omega territory weren't they. He almost laughed out loud at the thought. He truly did have trouble letting go of the past didn't he?
Settling against the mud he closed his eyes and simply continued to float and watch. The choice was coming soon, he could feel it in the distance like a moment unwinding. He wasn't a prophet of the Force, he couldn't see the future, not in the sense many believed in. He simply knew it was time and had trust in the Force. If the winds told him to duck, and he ducked. He didn't necessarily know the blow was coming that way, or the bolt from a blaster, but because he listened he found safety and success many times he would not have. Now clear as day it told him to be here and watch, so he did. He just wished somewhere inside he didn't know what it wanted this time.
Tiland Kortun Corbin Vasher Thelma Goth Pyeth Raffinki Cailen Corso Jorah zos Darnus Lossa Aureus Gweneth Zarari
He'd always loved the Outer Rim and unknown regions beyond them. Loved the way the cultures still stood independent and there was room to grow. There was a freedom out beyond the core systems, and he respected anyone who sough to strengthen that freedom and independence. His feelings of the Rim being a second chance for anyone and anything still remained, even if what started that dream in him was now just a lovely memory. A cherished memory, but a memory none the less.
Now the winds howled around him, they had summoned him here, and for the second time he had simply obeyed, as he had once of old. He was no longer a young sapling though. Now when he felt the winds of the living Force sweep through and around him he could feel himself sway in it, and yet it was different. He'd allow himself to grow stubborn, and resistant and so it had changed him.
Still he let that thought go as he let his mind lose and float on the winds of the living Force. Without any attempt to guide it he felt it bring his presence closer to watch and listen. The Force required nothing else at this time, and so he simply withdrew pulling his signature in even as he could feel his awareness around these students. There was no need to disturb the class, and he'd no doubt their Master had already felt his presence when he arrived.
He didn't know him personally, though he was quite sure an old friend of his had brought him to a class on a water world once to view witness to it. He'd rejected it then of course. A man who lived in the past would always have trouble accepting the truth of the presence after all. Perhaps that's why he had sought to close his eyes and mind for so long. It didn't really matter though in the end. He had taken his first steps away from that and the only choices he had now were to grow or sit still and be angry about wasted time.
Still there was nothing wrong with his mind in learned about these people and the newest government out in the Rim. Of course this wasn't exactly his old stomping grounds, no they were closer to old Omega territory weren't they. He almost laughed out loud at the thought. He truly did have trouble letting go of the past didn't he?
Settling against the mud he closed his eyes and simply continued to float and watch. The choice was coming soon, he could feel it in the distance like a moment unwinding. He wasn't a prophet of the Force, he couldn't see the future, not in the sense many believed in. He simply knew it was time and had trust in the Force. If the winds told him to duck, and he ducked. He didn't necessarily know the blow was coming that way, or the bolt from a blaster, but because he listened he found safety and success many times he would not have. Now clear as day it told him to be here and watch, so he did. He just wished somewhere inside he didn't know what it wanted this time.
Tiland Kortun Corbin Vasher Thelma Goth Pyeth Raffinki Cailen Corso Jorah zos Darnus Lossa Aureus Gweneth Zarari