Private Echoes of a Fractured Light

[Aielyn Veralas]

The temple stood in defiance of time, its weathered stone cradled by the encroaching wilderness. Vines wove through the broken pillars, their emerald tendrils reclaiming what had been abandoned. The wind carried whispers of a forgotten past, the faint scent of damp stone and aged incense still lingering in the air—a remnant of rituals once held in devotion to the Force.

Here, tucked away from the bustle of trade lanes and the ever-watchful eyes of opportunists, Aielyn knelt in the heart of the temple's ruin. The sun poured through a jagged skylight, painting her in shifting patches of gold and shadow. Her training garb was simple, lacking the regal trappings that might hint at her bloodline, her hair unbound save for the lone blue streak trailing down her back.

She was still, outwardly composed, yet the air around her told a different story. The Force swirled violently, a storm of radiant Light and roiling darkness clashing in an uneasy truce. There was raw potential, an intensity that burned too bright, too unstable.

Her breath was steady, her hands resting lightly on her thighs, but her mind—it was anything but at peace. Her connection wavered, slipping through her grasp the moment she reached for it. Her frustration was a spark, feeding the wrong emotions, fraying the already unstable tether she fought to control.

And then—there was another presence.

It was subtle at first, the weight of an observer lingering just beyond her awareness. The Force shifted, brushing against her with a different rhythm, steady and deliberate. A presence that did not intrude, but neither did it go unnoticed.

She exhaled sharply, opening her eyes, her gaze cutting toward the disturbance.

Someone was here.

Kellen Mynn

 

[Kellen Mynn]

Echoes of a Fractured Light
Location: Chalacta
Weapons: Lightsaber & Blaster
Outfit: Jedi Robes or Jedi Armor
Tag: Aielyn Veralas​

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The Convor-class Corvette appeared out of hyperspace and immediately activated it's stealth systems. Before that, it had masked it's transponder codes as a simple passenger vessel from nearby Hylobi. Just in case any Mandalorian Crusader patrols detected it's entry into the system. Kellen, however, expected no issue on this edge of their space. It was a quiet front.

With the Mynock running silent, Kellen headed to the small hangar within the ship and launched out in his Starfighter towards the surface of the planet. The Jedi Master was here to gain entry into the Temple of Illumination where he would study with the renowned Chalactan Adepts to learn their ability to become invulnerable to force mental manipulation.

Better known as Force Resistance, learning this ability could greatly increase Kellen's mental and physical defenses when in combat or otherwise. And if not learning it from a already practitioner among the Jedi, this was one of the few places one could study it directly. And while his time spent reading in the Jedi Temple on Coruscant recently was mostly to past the time until he deployed again, this nice lil tidbit was reward enough.

As he entered the planets atmosphere and proceeded to approach the coordinates on his starfighters radar he began to see the Temple appear through the clouds. It was a beautiful and secluded place, far from the nearby cities bustle and noise. A good place to meditate and study for the Adepts within.

Kellen activated the communications on his fighter and broadcasted his message to the Temple.

"This is Jedi Master Kellen Mynn, requesting permission to land." His calm yet deep voice sounded over the radio as he took his fighter down towards a nearby landing pad. And so began his new journey.

 

[Aielyn Veralas]

She did not need to look to know something had changed.

The temple had been quiet, cradled in the hush of forgotten prayers and the whispers of the past. But now—now the air carried something new.

A ripple. A shift. A presence.

Her fingers curled slightly against her knees as she exhaled, slow and measured. Not in frustration this time, but in preparation.

The Force around her was already restless—this only added another thread to the tangle.

Slowly, she rose. Graceful, but not hurried. If she had been expecting solitude, the galaxy had once again found a way to remind her otherwise.

Her gaze lifted, violet-blue eyes shifting toward the distant landing platform where the starfighter had settled.

A Jedi.

The realization was neither comforting nor unsettling. It simply was.

She lingered there for a moment longer, allowing the pieces to settle before turning fully toward the path leading to the platform. Not to greet. Not to welcome. But to see.

Because whoever had come here was seeking something.

And in her experience, those who sought the Force rarely left without disturbing something in return.

Kellen Mynn

 

[Kellen Mynn]

Echoes of a Fractured Light
Location: Chalacta
Weapons: Lightsaber & Blaster
Outfit: Jedi Robes
Tag: Aielyn Veralas

As the starfigher finished its landing sequence, Kellen opened the cockpit and climbed out. As his boots landed atop the surface of the landing pad he looked around. The place was certainly beautiful. He could detect the calming energy the Force had on this location. A place of quiet contemplation which would go a long way to speeding up his studies, no doubt.

As a trio of Adepts came forward to greet him, the Jedi Master gave a half bow and a smile at his new host. They were welcoming as they exchanged greetings with one another, happy to acknowledge his wish to learn and meditate with them. Kellen, for his part, expressed his gratitude for their hospitality and being thankful for allowing him to stay and learn.

As they gestured for him to follow, Kellen detected someone watching him. Though he had more than a few eyes on him at the moment, certainly due to this place not getting many visitors much less off worlders, this one was...different.

His blue eyes searched around before the Force pulled his attention to a particular person. The woman had a unique presence about her, conflicted even as she stood out among the local Adepts. Kellen locked eyes with hers and simply smiled.

How interesting...​

 

[Aielyn Veralas]

Aielyn's breath left her in a slow, measured exhale. Not quite irritation. Not quite resignation. But something close.

She did not move at first. Did not shift, did not react beyond the sharp cut of her gaze in his direction. The presence was familiar now—not by name, but by what it was. A Jedi.

Her fingers curled against her thighs, grip tightening before releasing as she pushed herself smoothly to her feet. The temple had been quiet before he arrived. Whatever peace she had found, however fractured, had belonged to her alone.

That peace was gone now.

"I assume you're not here by accident." The words came level, measured—no accusation, but no warmth either.

The Force around her was a tangled current, light and dark woven too tightly together to be separated. It swirled, restless, unsettled, a mirror to the conflict beneath her careful exterior. She had come here to quiet the storm. Instead, she had been found.

She studied him now—not with hostility, but with the wary caution of someone who had long since stopped taking kindness at face value.

"So tell me, Jedi—what is it you're looking for?"

Kellen Mynn

 

[Kellen Mynn]

Echoes of a Fractured Light
Location: Chalacta
Weapons: Lightsaber & Blaster
Outfit: Jedi Robes w/ Jumpsuit & Belt
Tag: Aielyn Veralas

Kellen heard the woman speak, turning to face her as she did. He could feel the neutral tone in her voice as she posed the question. Clearly he had interrupted some type of tranquility and peace for her here, he felt he should apologize.

"Perhaps. Perhaps not? Who knows why the Force leads us where we go."

He plied his Jedi mumble jumbo in a teasing way to try and lighten the mood as evidenced by his slight knowing smirk.

"I simply came to learn."

Kellen noticed the stress ball of her aura, picking it apart and identifying it one thread at a time. He clasped his hands behind his back and took a careful step towards her. Now he was curious as to the state of her and figured, or hoped, he could aid her somehow.

"What about you? Seems I have broken your peace here for which I apologize for my presence. Should I leave?"
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