The Pathfinder
It was impossible to recognize the wild.
Deep below the canopy on Kashyyyk, hidden in the dense shadows of the forest floor, Juko sat in the unnerving, yet familiar ferocious spirt of the Shadow Lands. The untamable forest was alive and had grown since he was last here. Now he felt like a lost child in the jungle. Beside him, glowing fauna pulsed with meditative blue waves and he listened to wild animals call. Like Kashyyyk itself, their voices were ancient, unbroken and masking danger.
Juko placed his palms on the grassy forest floor and pushed himself to his feet. Even in the depths of the dark, he could feel the presence of the Jedi pouring from the Silver Rest. It was like the brisk wind riding across open fields. It felt pure, clean, and like he was breathing again for the first time. Juko pushed down the feelings of shame and guilt inside him. Unnatural reactions to such peaceful meditations, but he knew the painful truth; the Order thought he had died long ago.
As a youngling, he had never been taken as an apprentice. The missions the Council given him had only ever felt like placating, as they awaited something in the boy to unlock his full potential. He had wondered if they were relieved when he disappeared that they wouldn't have to concern themselves with his uncertain future. He chastised himself though, because he knew those thoughts only came from fear. It was his own self-doubt manifesting his concern that he was never meant to be a Jedi. He gave into that fear once before. He wasn't sure why he came to this world, but he knew he wouldn't be afraid.
Deep in the darkness, he rested and projected his presence in the Force. It was his ally.
Or'Fol Moric