Location: Odessen.
Tag: Taiia Locke .
For quite some time now, Caedyn Arenais had considered that which he felt he understood, and the values, the ideologies by which he lived as a Jedi Knight. From his first steps as a Je'daii Padawan, to his inception into the ranks of the Order of the Silver Jedi, to his days serving in the Outer Rim Territories, and now within the membership of the New Jedi Order; Caedyn had always found his faith strongest in the Force. Strong in faith, and yet still questioned a great deal.
Looking back, his choice to take up the mantle of a Jedi Guardian was a curious one. In hindsight, he had come to conclude that it was out of resentment towards his father that he had gone out of his way to seek a path that did not walk parallel to Veiere's own. He was younger back then, and the hurt of what had occurred between his Mother, Commenor and Veiere's lure to the Darkside, had not yet been resolved. However, with the passing of time and the coming of age, Caedyn had wisened up. At forty years of age, he held a depth of experience within his life of service that rivalled that of Jedi Masters of the New Jedi Order. He had reconciled with his father through contact with his spirit, their bond unified once more. He had achieved much in his time, and yet he did not feel satisfied. Recently, it was the exposure of war that had once again led Caedyn to reconsider his role as a Jedi, as well as whether his current path was in best service to the Force.
Perhaps it was a coincidence...-The Galaxy was a big place after all. Nevertheless, she had provided him with an opportunity to travel to Odessen where she presided over an Enclave-Settlement of some sort. The landscape that flowed by the viewport of the ship was beautiful, and a sight that he was glad he had not missed. The mere change of pace in such a tranquil world compared to the likes of Coruscant felt as though he had been relieved of a tension he had not known to be present. The Force was strong there, a placid warmth. Neither Ashla nor Bogan had a dominant presence across the land, but it felt whole if there was a word that came to mind. Balanced.
"This is Caedyn Arenais of the Repertoire, requesting landing permissions" Caedyn transmitted his IFF tags along with the broadcast to whoever might be overseeing the arrival and departure of traffic. He was still some way of yet but it always felt best to provide notice before simply turning up on another doorstep.