Brothers

[Meeristali Peradun]

Temple de Uhl Verta Chielo
Sahsahlah Mountains
Corellia

Life was more fulfilling than he'd expected when, nearing on twenty years prior, he'd agreed to step away from the front lines for the sake of his growing family, that his children would have the best chance at retaining a father for as long as possible... also so that his cyar'ika, [member="Avalore Eden"], would agree to become his wife. He remained involved in the workings of the Alliance in some ways, passing on his knowledge as Jedi were wont to do, to the next generations of those who stepped up to take his place in war, both Jedi and not, and he lent his physical power to construction projects here and there; though these things lacked the thrill and risk of being an active soldier, his thirst had waned somewhat, and if he was honest with himself, he wasn't young anymore.

But now that his children were crossing the threshold into adulthood, bit by bit, their independence at an all-time high, his thoughts gained purchase in places they had only drifted through for years, now: old friends held the brunt of his wonderings, in particular the ones he could call 'brother'; after looking into it and asking around, Peradun found himself entering the Jedi temple of Corellia, where his investigation into the whereabouts of one of his oldest friends had lead him. [member="Julius Sedaire"] was like a brother to him, moreso than the ones of blood he left behind on Felacat, but even that had not kept them from losing touch.

What wasn't surprising was how some things didn't change, which was the nature of his thoughts when he came to a training room and his large frame filled the doorway where he found his erstwhile brother-in-arms working out as Stali himself still did every morning as was habit... or rather, he was trying to. One corner of his lips upturned and his brow creased with the observation of this man that had at some point lost part of himself, in a literal sense, and the greying Felacatian took on curiosity because of it, and not because of it; he leaned into the doorframe, crossing his arms, taking in just how much greyer the Corellian looked.

"When did you get so old?"

He grinned, and it reached his dark citrine eyes, where crow's feet now lived. He often wondered this about himself.

 

[Julius Sedaire]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VEJ8lpCQbyw​

Life took strange paths and even then it never got where you were heading for often enough. Corellia's liberation had seen many scars and injuries ladened into him. Hard fighting in a bitter battle. For a time, he had left the children with [member="Keira Ticon"], whose anger at him being harmed was honestly legendary and would have caused a brief smile if he could have. But he had sought out the Aing-Tii, feeling the tug back to his old teachers and mentors. And returning, he had been welcomed back to the Green Jedi with minor suspicion but mostly open arms.

Likely it didn't help he was mostly expressionless thanks to the neurotoxin used by a Sith Assassin in a surprised ambush when their main contingent had been defeated. The blade had been a shortsword, still in his possession since it had been left lodged in his right arm. The amputation had been a last-ditch effort by the assembled healers from the Temple and a CorSec medic. Weeks had been spent in a stupor and depression until he had felt the call stretching to him. He felt purposeless, a swordsman without his sword hand! What a mockery! Even with the secondary effects of disabling much of the fine motor control in his face and fingers remaining, the loss of his right arm was a blow to ego and sense of purpose.

Then Monks had helped to heal him though, in their own way. Or at least, one would suppose. He had came back with a new arm made of their strange white material they used in so much, so similar to duraplast, with a slightly glowing silvery metal that was revealed to be songsteel, a tribute to the esteem of his skill, or so some might assume given the reputation of songsteel for weaponsmasters. The tattoos on his arm were even replicated, but a careful study would note they were more intricate on the cybernetic limb, and some sort of clear crystal that amplified and diffused the blue glow of the songsteel, appearing to be the same sky blue as the steels' glow.

Further oddity resulted in the mostly white plates of armor, similar in composition and look to the arm and the green under robes to match many of his Orders' battle colors. He stood in a circle of a handful of young Jedi, weaving, spinning, and nearly a blur as they practiced, sweat slicking his greyed hair. Finally stopping, he dismissed them and stood, slowly removing the armor piece by piece, his lightsabers on the table in front of him.

So distracted in ritual was he, and such a comforting, regular presence that the feel of 'Stali was he just accepted it as background. The two had been so close and entwined in fate in their youth, their estrangement was almost criminal. But he had understood, and quietly faded from the others life, keeping sparse tabs on him all the same. To settle down, the feline-like warrior had mostly given up on war, and perhaps in some cosmic balancing, Julius had devoted his life to a cause of battle and country, though he did stray often enough from it. Finding Keira and starting a family had cemented it fully.

Then the voice had floated back over air and mist of time, and suddenly he was a young(er) blademaster fresh from exile on the Rim, ready to set the Galaxy on fire for the Alliance. Full of rocket fuel and taller than Cloud City, strutting as if a legend like the Skywalkers or Kenobi's. And he smiled inwardly as he turned, the presence rocking into place without a trace of doubt or room to second guess. Though his face remained stony and impassive, his tone carried as much warmth and play as he could put into it with the feelings mirrored outward tenfold in his Force aura.

"Because you know, forming a Jedi order and liberating a planet and marrying a Mandalorian are so forgiving to the process of aging. I've done more than idle on a farm in luxury, you great big lug..."

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