Hell Follows Her
A small excursion to Lorrd had left Syala with much to think about and even more to consider in the passing weeks that followed her encounter with the bounty hunter and the man that had called himself Sith. It had opened her eyes to new paths among both the Dark and the Light, allowing her glimpses into philosophies that she would have otherwise never considered. During her short time on the planet she had allied herself with the darksider, having agreed to assist him in whatever matters were required. The task wasn't something she would have typically agreed to, but the circumstances that accumulated had given her the opportunity to consider different ways of life that would have otherwise been entirely inaccessible. In its entirety the trip had broadened her horizons, expanding where and how she would be able to guide others under the mantle of a Jedi. Soon enough, perhaps, she would be taking on her own students. At sixteen, such a prospect was strange to consider.
That brought her, in time, back to Voss, a planet she had called home since childhood. Even still, no others had been made aware of just where she had gone or what she had found herself involved in. Not even her Master knew, something that was a rare occurrence by itself. Instead she had considered the events by herself, meditating silently on all that had transpired. As a Knight she had her own responsibilities within the Order, and they extended far enough, in her mind, to work through things by herself. That had meant time spent in the Archives to look into just what sect of the Sith wore armor similar to what the man had donned, and beyond that their stance when it came to the Silver Jedi. Of yet it seemed as if no interactions had been recorded, though clashes with the Republic Jedi had been mentioned. That brought to mind just why the two of them hadn't found themselves in some sort of confrontation. Instead each had helped the other, with no hostility between them.
Those thoughts had been interrupted by a precognition via the Force, where she had been shown vague images of another arriving at the Temple. An outsider, though far from a malignant presence. One like her, whose aura was possessed of the same strange neutrality. But unlike her, they weren't otherwise dedicated to any outside dogmas. Curious of them, perhaps, but not seeking out membership into any particular Order. Seeking knowledge, not inclusion, a factor she could appreciate while being inherently expectant of. After all, her guidance of others had to start somewhere, regardless of where the opportunity manifested itself. It was only a matter of waiting for the individual's arrival, and so she was walking by the same lake she and her Master had in months past, clad in her Jedi robes and silently pondering.
Eventually she had told [member="Connor Harrison"] that there was something she needed to inform him of, leaving it at that. The rest would come in time, when the two of them were able to converse face-to-face. His reaction was a factor she had considered previously, but in the end it was something she owed him, letting him know just what happened. The bond they shared would inevitably reveal something eventually, whether intentional or not, and it would be better, in the end, to have such an act be voluntary. At the end of the day they had nothing more than each other, and it was something not to be taken for granted. The Sith. Yet he tolerated a Jedi. That day he hadn't willingly taken up the mantle, merely admitting to his allegiances before making it known that he was nothing more than himself, and no more or less than that. An act she could respect, above all else, even if they would have been enemy under any other scenario.
Now all there was left to do was wait, for her Master's arrival or that of this stranger, whichever came first.
[member="Aitis Powarth"]
That brought her, in time, back to Voss, a planet she had called home since childhood. Even still, no others had been made aware of just where she had gone or what she had found herself involved in. Not even her Master knew, something that was a rare occurrence by itself. Instead she had considered the events by herself, meditating silently on all that had transpired. As a Knight she had her own responsibilities within the Order, and they extended far enough, in her mind, to work through things by herself. That had meant time spent in the Archives to look into just what sect of the Sith wore armor similar to what the man had donned, and beyond that their stance when it came to the Silver Jedi. Of yet it seemed as if no interactions had been recorded, though clashes with the Republic Jedi had been mentioned. That brought to mind just why the two of them hadn't found themselves in some sort of confrontation. Instead each had helped the other, with no hostility between them.
Those thoughts had been interrupted by a precognition via the Force, where she had been shown vague images of another arriving at the Temple. An outsider, though far from a malignant presence. One like her, whose aura was possessed of the same strange neutrality. But unlike her, they weren't otherwise dedicated to any outside dogmas. Curious of them, perhaps, but not seeking out membership into any particular Order. Seeking knowledge, not inclusion, a factor she could appreciate while being inherently expectant of. After all, her guidance of others had to start somewhere, regardless of where the opportunity manifested itself. It was only a matter of waiting for the individual's arrival, and so she was walking by the same lake she and her Master had in months past, clad in her Jedi robes and silently pondering.
Eventually she had told [member="Connor Harrison"] that there was something she needed to inform him of, leaving it at that. The rest would come in time, when the two of them were able to converse face-to-face. His reaction was a factor she had considered previously, but in the end it was something she owed him, letting him know just what happened. The bond they shared would inevitably reveal something eventually, whether intentional or not, and it would be better, in the end, to have such an act be voluntary. At the end of the day they had nothing more than each other, and it was something not to be taken for granted. The Sith. Yet he tolerated a Jedi. That day he hadn't willingly taken up the mantle, merely admitting to his allegiances before making it known that he was nothing more than himself, and no more or less than that. An act she could respect, above all else, even if they would have been enemy under any other scenario.
Now all there was left to do was wait, for her Master's arrival or that of this stranger, whichever came first.
[member="Aitis Powarth"]
