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In the aftermath of Thyferra, Kamon returned to the Order's enclave. He spent a quick bit of time getting cleaned up, washing the smoke and the rest out of his hair and off of his skin. He hated it. Yes, hate. As much as he didn't want to admit it, he was a living being and he hated the way the galaxy was always the same. For years he'd been fighting against the darkness. For years he'd seen nothing change. Now? Now he knew that neither side could exist without the other, but at the same time it defeated his entire purpose for being alive.
When he finished drying off, he dressed in a traditional Corellian jacket and slacks, sabers clipped inside his sleeves. From there he went to look for [member="Romi Jade"]. Why? Because he had a feeling that if anyone in the Order would understand, it would be the former Grandmaster. He tried her quarters, but found them empty. Not just empty of her, but actually empty. Frowning, he went to the hangar and checked the departure logs. He found nothing.
"Gone, but not through here? He frowned and took a breath. "Probably public transport. Or she scrubbed the logs. Either way, if she's running with no trail it isn't good."
He turned to head for his fighter.
"She understands better than I thought."
When he finished drying off, he dressed in a traditional Corellian jacket and slacks, sabers clipped inside his sleeves. From there he went to look for [member="Romi Jade"]. Why? Because he had a feeling that if anyone in the Order would understand, it would be the former Grandmaster. He tried her quarters, but found them empty. Not just empty of her, but actually empty. Frowning, he went to the hangar and checked the departure logs. He found nothing.
"Gone, but not through here? He frowned and took a breath. "Probably public transport. Or she scrubbed the logs. Either way, if she's running with no trail it isn't good."
He turned to head for his fighter.
"She understands better than I thought."