Forge in the Weik of Remembrance [Solo]

[Jaster Awaud]

-- Sleeping, yet Awake.

-- Tired, yet Energized.

-- Paralyzed, yet Connected

-- The feeling of entering this planets environment was something of a difficulty that he had never felt before. It scared him to be apart of the balance that he had only felt once in his reborn life. This planet of Weik was a monster of its own, never feeling such power as it came over him. There was a balance here however, a conflict of ever present evil and the unbeatable purity waged on the in an unseen battle within the planet. However, the planet itself was that balance, an ecosystem many planets don't have, this one treats it through a balance of the two. Where one kills, the other creates. A balance is provided that is never seen before on a planet such as this.

-- He had landed some time ago and still required the need to think and reflect on what he was feeling. This change was never meant to be witnessed all at once. The man needed to understand his place in the galaxy before catching a glimpse of such powerful dark side energy. Even though it was not a full powerful Dark Side Nexus, it was half a planets amount so it does have the ability to corrupt those that are not careful.

-- The Guiding Hand showed him this path, a path that was to finally show him the light at the end of his long journey. A journey he started to find himself, and yet only found more questions. Jaster knew that this would not make up for his many questions, but if it was a step closer to knowing who he was before. Well then he would take those steps. He had learned a great deal from his travels. The Force, his Powers, the Understanding of Light and Dark. All the things that were a mystery to him were now brought to light.

-- He was a Cyborg in a world of organics who saw body modification on his scale to be somewhat of a sign of the wars fought before. Jaster however, he knew that he had never been injured in battle. His reflexes and combat when attempted to fight were just unmistakably skilled. He in his past life was a top fighter and skilled killer. However, that profession was no longer his ideas, he wished to offer something to the living. The balance he felt was that which he wanted to offer the galaxy, for it was a gift that was meant for all. For Peace will never last, and Conflict was a means to an End. The world revolved around the unpredictable chaos of time and its ever turning hands. It was here that he would meet the masters of this chaos, the judge of balance, the creator of all.

-- Jaster knew it as the Guiding Hand, however he knew it would go by another. It was this time of his meeting that he would meet this entity that sent him on this mission.

-- He left for the Mountains of this beautiful planet, finding a peak of forever conflict. A place where light and dark were never to be found, but the prevalent chaos that they left behind.

 

[Jaster Awaud]

-- The Winds called to him, it was a roaring tornado of combat between the two forces of energy that surrounded the planets state of being. Clouds fathered at the top of one mountain that seemed to be his destination. It seemed to be the tallest mountain of the planet and the map he was provided by the locals called it the Crysifal Peak, a holy site for the Paladins of the Adamite Tower. A local force group that followed the teaching of purity of the Force. After long conversations he knew this was a perversion of the Force, a manipulation of the force to a formatted idea placed above all others. Jaster was attuned to the Natural Force, its chaotic unpredictable nature in the basic forms of what it truly was. However, in the many years of conflict, their was almost no Natural Force Energy left in the known Galaxy. Thus was his journey to this planet, he was to find a place where the force was in balance and find his own inner balance.

-- Ascending the mountain was a task he never thought would be difficult, however, the forecast of conflicting energies within the surface of the planet made it difficult for him to accumulate enough energy. For every jump, sprint, or use of his Force Abilities, he found himself resting more and more often. As the air got thinner, so did his attachment to the Forces he knew. With each movement as well, he found himself face to face with a massive predatory beast with skin of stone. He was too weak to defend himself in many states, but he also knew taking their lives would not help him complete this test. In many cases, Jaster took the more dangerous routes, clinging to steep cliff faces just to allow these creatures to live. They were part of this planets balance, they were not his prey to take the life of.

-- It took many days, how many he could not be sure as he needed to rest more often then the sun set. He passed many of caves and only continued to make his climb for the peak. He no longer felt the need to eat, even as his rations were being used he sometimes forgot in hopes of just continuing his journey. It was not realized till his mechanical eye blinked and showed him that status of his Nutrients Reserves being pumped into his stomach. It had two months of supply and more if bio-material was added to storage. This addition he was not aware of only allowed him to push farther. The preparations of his body was already in place for him to be on this journey.

-- It was finally however, after what felt like days of travel he reached the summit of the mountain that showed a beautiful view of the clouds and in some parts the valley below. It was here that he finally collapsed from exhaustion, his mechanical body parts pushed to their limits and his own physical body aching from the continued struggle placed upon it. He shoved what little food he had left and looked to the sky. Nothing greeting his vision, his hopes, or his wishes. He could only take off his robe and allowed his body, organic and metallic to be cooled by the snow around him.

-- While he attempted to cool himself off, he noticed something in the rock below the snow he was digging up. It was a faint energy, something that exerted the Winds of the Celestial Wisdom, his version of the Force. He shoveled the snow out of the way with his hands and only focused on the source of this familiar power. It felt like the entity that he had meet on the planet of his first step on this journey. He dug and dug, his muscles and gears weak from the previous climbing. However, he knew he must continue. His journey started from hardships, those that he meet showed him this continue path. It was here he was to finally find his place, he could not stop now.

-- His hand finally met stone, rock,...... and a small crystal.

-- This was what he was looking for, a crystal that was formed through the continues banging between light and dark. A formation of true and pure Natural Chaotic Force Energy, attuned to the very limited energy that could be found in the Galaxy. As he lifted this crystal in the air and held it against the sun, behind its white crystallized formation he saw a figure.

-- Pulling the crystal away and looking up, he continued to see it. The man in Brown and Black Robes. His face hidden in shadow and holding a Blue and Red Lightsaber. The man Jaster had been calling the Guiding Hand.