S O L A C E
Location: New Kalandra
Allies: Wyatt Morga
Enemies: Darth Voyance | Irveric Tavlar [RP Coordinated]
Equipment: Jedi Armor | Aspis Shield | Lightsaber
Ambiance
Standing in the council room, simply staring into nothingness Lanik peered through the veil that was the force. He did not look upon the war on the physical plane, no he viewed beyond it. The fabric of the force a weave that he peered through gaining greater insight on the true extent of the damage wreaked upon the city. Each artillery shell exploded in a blossom of malevolence as lives were erased.
Lanik had left the Silver’s originally just for this reason, before he could never truly stomach war. Leading soldiers on a battlefield, dolling out death to foes. It weighed heavy on the padawan’s heart, as he thought it would others but some seemed so calloused to battle. Some Jedi even seemed to enjoy and thrive in it. The thought twisted the Jedi’s stomach. Lanik Dawnstar, the Jedi that hated to fight but was a natural-born warrior. The Jedi that once turned his back on the light only to return with a faith greater than ever before. The Prodigal son.
“War never changes.” The words barely audible over a detonation not too far in the distance. The words couldn’t have been truer in recent years. War had seemed to envelop the galaxy in one way or another over the past couple decades. The participants may change, yet there were still lives lost in each one. Atrocities committed.
Blinking, Lanik’s presence returned to the physical upon feeling the presence of Master Morga enter the room. Tears fell unbidden from his eyes and retreated down his cheeks. Brushing them away the Jedi knew what must be done, when volunteers were called he was one of the first to step forward. There was no question, no hesitation, no fear. A Jedi must do their duty, no?
What gear the Jedi had to collect was on his very being, the armor he wore, the lightsaber upon his hip, and the shield upon his left forearm. Glancing around the room at the others who had volunteered Lanik realized that some were risking it all in what could be their final moments. People that could be leaving behind their children or wives to a life of struggle all in the hopes of prolonging them. No one should’ve been forced to suffer such a hardship yet the galaxy was rife with them.
With the goodbyes and gear being distributed it seemed as if the other volunteers would soon be ready. Unable to watch any more of the heart-wrenching scene Lanik moved out to the balcony where Wyatt sat, looking down to the meditating Master. Without him, Lanik probably would’ve never come to aid the Silver’s. Despite having forgiven them for the atrocities of Mirial he just couldn’t find his way back to their space. He had an aversion to it. Yet it was Master Morga that had brought the Jedi together once more or was at least attempting to.
Staring over the balconies edge and into the distance, peering through the clouds of smoke that billowed into the air Lanik could see the Sith war machine. He saw the death they rained, saw their numbers moving forward. Whether Master Morga marched them to death or to victory, all that mattered was that they would continue on. “The other’s are prepared Master Morga."
Allies: Wyatt Morga
Enemies: Darth Voyance | Irveric Tavlar [RP Coordinated]
Equipment: Jedi Armor | Aspis Shield | Lightsaber
Ambiance
Standing in the council room, simply staring into nothingness Lanik peered through the veil that was the force. He did not look upon the war on the physical plane, no he viewed beyond it. The fabric of the force a weave that he peered through gaining greater insight on the true extent of the damage wreaked upon the city. Each artillery shell exploded in a blossom of malevolence as lives were erased.
Lanik had left the Silver’s originally just for this reason, before he could never truly stomach war. Leading soldiers on a battlefield, dolling out death to foes. It weighed heavy on the padawan’s heart, as he thought it would others but some seemed so calloused to battle. Some Jedi even seemed to enjoy and thrive in it. The thought twisted the Jedi’s stomach. Lanik Dawnstar, the Jedi that hated to fight but was a natural-born warrior. The Jedi that once turned his back on the light only to return with a faith greater than ever before. The Prodigal son.
“War never changes.” The words barely audible over a detonation not too far in the distance. The words couldn’t have been truer in recent years. War had seemed to envelop the galaxy in one way or another over the past couple decades. The participants may change, yet there were still lives lost in each one. Atrocities committed.
Blinking, Lanik’s presence returned to the physical upon feeling the presence of Master Morga enter the room. Tears fell unbidden from his eyes and retreated down his cheeks. Brushing them away the Jedi knew what must be done, when volunteers were called he was one of the first to step forward. There was no question, no hesitation, no fear. A Jedi must do their duty, no?
What gear the Jedi had to collect was on his very being, the armor he wore, the lightsaber upon his hip, and the shield upon his left forearm. Glancing around the room at the others who had volunteered Lanik realized that some were risking it all in what could be their final moments. People that could be leaving behind their children or wives to a life of struggle all in the hopes of prolonging them. No one should’ve been forced to suffer such a hardship yet the galaxy was rife with them.
With the goodbyes and gear being distributed it seemed as if the other volunteers would soon be ready. Unable to watch any more of the heart-wrenching scene Lanik moved out to the balcony where Wyatt sat, looking down to the meditating Master. Without him, Lanik probably would’ve never come to aid the Silver’s. Despite having forgiven them for the atrocities of Mirial he just couldn’t find his way back to their space. He had an aversion to it. Yet it was Master Morga that had brought the Jedi together once more or was at least attempting to.
Staring over the balconies edge and into the distance, peering through the clouds of smoke that billowed into the air Lanik could see the Sith war machine. He saw the death they rained, saw their numbers moving forward. Whether Master Morga marched them to death or to victory, all that mattered was that they would continue on. “The other’s are prepared Master Morga."
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