RC 212
HUNGRY HUNGRY HIPPO!
Tython, On an island chain.
War.
The galaxy had been at war for as long as she could remember. Even when she was a child or Corellia, before the Jedi Order she had remembered it. It had warped the Jedi, twisting them into Soldiers, Witches and sometimes even Sith. They'd fractured and been a thousand different directions.
After her defection from the Order the Republic had been smashed to bits, and much of the core had fallen about the same time as the One Sith. But they were quick to rise, and even quicker to gain a foothold. Her Master Tyrian Drexel, A Warden of the sky had trained the young rogue for a while, but been killed shortly there after.
This trip was important to her. she had wanted to get away from it all. No war, no conflict, nothing.
If she ever hoped to rebuild anything resembling the Old Order, she would have to go back to her roots.
All Jedi knew of Tython. It was the birthplace of the Jed'aii, their ancient predecessors. A Counterpoint to Korriban, a haven of hidden mysteries.
Beside her on the beach was a companion she'd found visiting the Jedi Academy. In her rucksack was a myriad of borrowed holocrons and Datacubes she'd checked out from the Jedi library. she had enough food for a month or two, which was uncharacteristic of her. She almost never packed this much.
As the breeze blew across the beach her eyes caught the horizn, and a far off island.
She turned to [member="Oscar Grant Paxon"]
"Are you ready?"
War.
The galaxy had been at war for as long as she could remember. Even when she was a child or Corellia, before the Jedi Order she had remembered it. It had warped the Jedi, twisting them into Soldiers, Witches and sometimes even Sith. They'd fractured and been a thousand different directions.
After her defection from the Order the Republic had been smashed to bits, and much of the core had fallen about the same time as the One Sith. But they were quick to rise, and even quicker to gain a foothold. Her Master Tyrian Drexel, A Warden of the sky had trained the young rogue for a while, but been killed shortly there after.
This trip was important to her. she had wanted to get away from it all. No war, no conflict, nothing.
If she ever hoped to rebuild anything resembling the Old Order, she would have to go back to her roots.
All Jedi knew of Tython. It was the birthplace of the Jed'aii, their ancient predecessors. A Counterpoint to Korriban, a haven of hidden mysteries.
Beside her on the beach was a companion she'd found visiting the Jedi Academy. In her rucksack was a myriad of borrowed holocrons and Datacubes she'd checked out from the Jedi library. she had enough food for a month or two, which was uncharacteristic of her. She almost never packed this much.
As the breeze blew across the beach her eyes caught the horizn, and a far off island.
She turned to [member="Oscar Grant Paxon"]
"Are you ready?"