Darron Wraith
Honor | Duty | Courage
Tython
Open Field Near The Temple...
For all intents and purposes the Jedi Master was alone in the field. Near him were cases full of training sabers, different training drones. A few trees littered the area, and their vines hung down to the grass below. The native flora and fauna were continuing about their day, despite the training droids that currently stood idle. Some had blasters, others were holding lightsaber hilts. It was peaceful, quiet, and for a moment the head of the Tython Academy soaked it all in. There were no Knights looking for answers or missions, no Masters looking for his aid, or Padawans needing assistance. He was simply able to stand for all intents and purposes alone in a field, and wait for everyone to come.
The BattleMaster was deep in the Force though.
Life was all around him, and he had fully let go of the concept of his own self. Instead, he let the light flow into him. That process sent his own being elsewhere, and he was fully engaged into the flow of life itself. Every living being in the system was in his Sphere of Responsibility at the moment, and serenity was etched across his distinct features. Long blonde locks were flying in the wind, and his powerful arms lay relaxed at his side. Light bounced off the distinct cortosis-weave bracers he wore, and off the buckles on the forearm length glove he wore underneath his right arm to cover his prosthesis. His typical golden breastplate lay on the ground, and on this day he was wearing a simple black, sleevless shirt to match his trousers and boots. On his belt were a variety of mission tools, and one important lightsaber hilt.
Mace Windu's to be matter-of-fact.
The two meter tall man soaked in the light, and he could feel others drawing near. Today he would be instructing them in the ways of being a Guardian. How they could be warriors in defense of life, and using the Force as an ally in battle. The difference was distinct in how they acted compared to Consulars and Shadows, but they would learn by the end of the day. An ecletic group was said to be coming, courtesy of [member="Kiskla Grayson"] shotgunning the invitation of the class taught by the former GrandMaster to every Jedi that still drew breath.
Moments like these were back when he would be absorbed in his personal pain, but the battle of Coruscant and the aftermath had cleared him of his pain. Gone had been the shell that he had been for two years, he was fully restored to how he had been before he had resigned as GrandMaster. Nothing but peace emanated from him, and he fully let his power shine on Tython. The Sith wouldn't dare come, nor did they even know how to get there. The time for battle would be later, on this day instruction was what would happen.
So Wraith sat in the Force, and awaited his charges for the day...
Open Field Near The Temple...
For all intents and purposes the Jedi Master was alone in the field. Near him were cases full of training sabers, different training drones. A few trees littered the area, and their vines hung down to the grass below. The native flora and fauna were continuing about their day, despite the training droids that currently stood idle. Some had blasters, others were holding lightsaber hilts. It was peaceful, quiet, and for a moment the head of the Tython Academy soaked it all in. There were no Knights looking for answers or missions, no Masters looking for his aid, or Padawans needing assistance. He was simply able to stand for all intents and purposes alone in a field, and wait for everyone to come.
The BattleMaster was deep in the Force though.
Life was all around him, and he had fully let go of the concept of his own self. Instead, he let the light flow into him. That process sent his own being elsewhere, and he was fully engaged into the flow of life itself. Every living being in the system was in his Sphere of Responsibility at the moment, and serenity was etched across his distinct features. Long blonde locks were flying in the wind, and his powerful arms lay relaxed at his side. Light bounced off the distinct cortosis-weave bracers he wore, and off the buckles on the forearm length glove he wore underneath his right arm to cover his prosthesis. His typical golden breastplate lay on the ground, and on this day he was wearing a simple black, sleevless shirt to match his trousers and boots. On his belt were a variety of mission tools, and one important lightsaber hilt.
Mace Windu's to be matter-of-fact.
The two meter tall man soaked in the light, and he could feel others drawing near. Today he would be instructing them in the ways of being a Guardian. How they could be warriors in defense of life, and using the Force as an ally in battle. The difference was distinct in how they acted compared to Consulars and Shadows, but they would learn by the end of the day. An ecletic group was said to be coming, courtesy of [member="Kiskla Grayson"] shotgunning the invitation of the class taught by the former GrandMaster to every Jedi that still drew breath.
Moments like these were back when he would be absorbed in his personal pain, but the battle of Coruscant and the aftermath had cleared him of his pain. Gone had been the shell that he had been for two years, he was fully restored to how he had been before he had resigned as GrandMaster. Nothing but peace emanated from him, and he fully let his power shine on Tython. The Sith wouldn't dare come, nor did they even know how to get there. The time for battle would be later, on this day instruction was what would happen.
So Wraith sat in the Force, and awaited his charges for the day...
