Prince of Nothing
[member="Sophia Walsh"]
The populace of Chroma Zed with their worm-like appearance would not be deemed attractive by the majority of the galaxy. The same did not go for the planet itself. A set of stairs led from a manor built into the mountainside and up to a terrace situated between two waterfalls. Imported plants provided lush greenery on the terrace itself, which took the form of a half-circle that jutted from the rock above the manor. A table sat in the middle of the terrace, with two chairs. Seated in one of them was Jedi Knight Ryan Korr.
His keen grey eyes shone as two bits of iron from a smoldering meteorite while he surveyed the picturesque scene. A light breeze rustled hair of a deep red, which hung tousled past his ears. He paid small heed to the itch of his rough spun brown robes. The uncomfortable material served as a reminder of a Jedi's purpose. His hands rested firmly atop the arms of his chair as he sat rigidly, features as stern and impassive as a king passing judgement. Upon his granite carved face sat several scars, silvery against pale skin with a vertical gash just under his right eye being the most prominent.
The Jedi appeared at ease amidst the calming sound of the waterfalls, though he did not smile. He sat on the planet of a CIS Viceroy and a member of the Obsidian Order awaiting her arrival. Once, the Jedi had not secluded themselves so thoroughly and while Ryan felt bitter about the lack of assistance from the CIS in the war against the One Sith he would at the least attempt to open new channels with the other nation. The events of Druckenwell proved... disturbing, which was another reason he was here. A war with the One Sith might be occurring, but Jedi could not simply overlook a mass atrocity such as Druckenwell. Ryan would investigate in the time he could spare, which was sadly very little. Even so, he would do his best to gather an understanding of the tragedy.
He looked toward the stairs waiting for Miss Walsh to arrive.
The populace of Chroma Zed with their worm-like appearance would not be deemed attractive by the majority of the galaxy. The same did not go for the planet itself. A set of stairs led from a manor built into the mountainside and up to a terrace situated between two waterfalls. Imported plants provided lush greenery on the terrace itself, which took the form of a half-circle that jutted from the rock above the manor. A table sat in the middle of the terrace, with two chairs. Seated in one of them was Jedi Knight Ryan Korr.
His keen grey eyes shone as two bits of iron from a smoldering meteorite while he surveyed the picturesque scene. A light breeze rustled hair of a deep red, which hung tousled past his ears. He paid small heed to the itch of his rough spun brown robes. The uncomfortable material served as a reminder of a Jedi's purpose. His hands rested firmly atop the arms of his chair as he sat rigidly, features as stern and impassive as a king passing judgement. Upon his granite carved face sat several scars, silvery against pale skin with a vertical gash just under his right eye being the most prominent.
The Jedi appeared at ease amidst the calming sound of the waterfalls, though he did not smile. He sat on the planet of a CIS Viceroy and a member of the Obsidian Order awaiting her arrival. Once, the Jedi had not secluded themselves so thoroughly and while Ryan felt bitter about the lack of assistance from the CIS in the war against the One Sith he would at the least attempt to open new channels with the other nation. The events of Druckenwell proved... disturbing, which was another reason he was here. A war with the One Sith might be occurring, but Jedi could not simply overlook a mass atrocity such as Druckenwell. Ryan would investigate in the time he could spare, which was sadly very little. Even so, he would do his best to gather an understanding of the tragedy.
He looked toward the stairs waiting for Miss Walsh to arrive.
