Brass Monkeys! [Watts His Name]

[Théodred Heavenshield]

Rhen Var Citadel​

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[member="Corran Watts"]​

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The name of Watts is legend in the Jedi lore, there is much writ about Ben Watts within the archives of the Jedi Order of the man that was once it's Grand Master, and history will show that he, was instrumental in the rise of it to great heights, but as time goes by and the Jedi Order is in disarray hoping to rebuild and bring back those days, a new generation of Jedi stand to to do just that. However, there is more to this story ...

The past is the past, and the sons of grand masters now grow to take up the mantel of their fathers.

Théo, one of the members of the leaders here on Rhen Var has received word of a new recruit to the Sanctum, one Corran Watts, son of the former grand master of the Jedi Order. He had not had the pleasure of meeting Ben, his mother had many years ago, even trained under him for a short time, but now was the time for his son.

The shuttle transporting the Corran from Voss had arrived, and so Théo would meet the young man, who was only a year older then himself, at the main entrance to the Citadel. It is summer on Rhen Var, which meant nothing, save for the fact there was no blizzard today. The wind however, never abated and assaulted the walls and grounds of the Citadel like a Sith on a good day. Two strides to the front doors and Théo pushed open the main doors with his hands to invite the wind inside. It accepted his invitation, and all but blew Théo off his feet and sprayed his face with freshly laid snow.

He grinned, as 'life' entered his body, the cold never failed to do that ...

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[Corran Watts]

His name carried a legacy behind it that he had never known until mere months ago. When he had been younger he had oft dreamed of living the life of a Jedi. Using ancient weapons that many coveted to protect the galaxy from evil. Yet, his dreams had been crushed by the very people the Jedi had fought for centuries, and for awhile his ideology had been crushed. How could the Jedi let Coruscant fall? He harbored much anger because of this for many years.

Now he walked among the Jedi, they saw him as a prodigy, a third generation Jedi who would help to rebuild their power. Yet, he did not feel this way, he was merely a boy of sixteen who had been thrust into a battle of good and evil he had yet to understand. People left and right asked him questions of which he knew not the answer. Where was his father? Why had he left? Was he coming back? His answer remained the same. "I do not know."

Ben Watts had left him alone, again, on Kabaira with nothing but a name. Thurion Heavenshield. Now, though, he was going to Rhen Var where he would train under Thurion's son, Theodred, in what could only be called irony. Two sons of grand masters training together. He was sure history would have a grand time with the tale. What had once been bright eyed enthusiasm had turned into very real stress and fear. He was not some genius who could live up to the life his father had lived. He was not a man who could lead armies, fight the strongest Sith and live to tell the tale, he was Corran Watts the orphan from Coruscant.

But there was an upside. Rhen Var was a cold planet, and Corran had taken to that nearly immediately, and he knew Tythos has as well. So when the ships doors opened and the cold icy wind blew in he could only close his eyes and relish being back in his natural habitat. Tythos looked up at him with bright eyes begging to run out. Corran grinned and flicked his arm forward letting him know that he was free to do so and the overly large snow wolf bounded down the ramp out into the cold and Corran followed soon thereafter.

The Citadel on Rhen Var was not nearly as decadent as the Temple on Voss, but the snow and wind blowing around it made it look much more welcoming. As he approached, the doors opened, and out came a man who Corran could only suspect was Theodred. He had long black hair, much like Corran, and their builds were remarkably similar. As the gaps closed between the two he could not help but notice that placed side by side the two might look as if they were brothers. There were subtle differences, Theodred seemed much stronger looking and battle hardened where as Corran was still green.

"Theodred Heavenshield?" Corran shouted over the wind as his hair blew across his face. "I am Corran Watts, I was told you would be expecting me."

[member="Théodred Heavenshield"]

 

[Théodred Heavenshield]

Watching as a figure trudged through the thick snow, Théo narrowed his eyes to focus on the man. His companion, a white snow wolf, bounded through the snow powder at play relishing the environment that would appear to be natural to it, however his attention rested on the Jedi and as he neared Théo's brow shot up. It was like looking in the mirror, but the variance between them evident. Brothers of blood they may not be, but brothers of the Watch they would and more so.

"Aye! I am Théo", Théo yelled back over the wind which took his voice with it, "Welcome to Rhen Var Corran", he added shooting out his arm and gripping Corran's near the elbow in the form of greeting. The Force deems life, to a point. Much experiences each individual will have from the day of their conception, some will have a good life, some bad .. but choices made inform the person, either directly or no. The actions of others too, will influence a path one takes .. never more so then the lives of Jedi or sons of such.

Corran's life far different to Théo's. He, having grown up in a family loving and protective, having the tutelage of many masters in the Sanctum of the Silver Temple, and sheltered from dangers when possible. But as life progresses, the dangers appear with the march of time. Théo has had experience in the galaxy, having placed an exile on himself in order to deal with a loss so hard on him, he had lost his way. But there was no darkness in the boy, never would be, the idea unfathomable to him. His sense of honour and loyalty written not only on the soul but pumps through his Valkyri blood giving him the fuel for Purpose.
"I hope you have a liking for the cold", he turned to lead Corran into the Citadel, but had the feeling the man would prefer to remain outdoors. "Who's your friend?", he inclined his head with a nod toward the wolf.

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[member="Corran Watts"]​