Into the Deep

[Qhorin Solas]

[member="Selinica Miriya Cailis"]

Cronos Aegir stood before the monolith in the courtyard of the Jedi Academy on Yavin IV and contemplated his life. He'd never considered that he might one day join the Jedi...but neither had he considered that the Atrisian Empire would fall. As an Inquisitor, Jedi and Sith alike had been his enemies, the Force his tool against them.

No, that wasn't true. The Force had never been a mere tool to him. From the moment of his creation until now, he had been privy to the vastness of the Force, and in it, he had come to know the ancient Jedi he had been cloned from. Whatever pieces of him that had remained in the Force had bonded to Cronos, changed him from what the Atrisian Empire had hoped he would be.

He pressed his hand to the smooth black stone, felt the depressions where the Jedi code had been etched into it. He had never considered joining the Jedi, but perhaps that was because he had always been one, in his heart of hearts. Even mired in darkness, in the evil that was the Inquisition, he had been guided by the Force.

And as he looked upon it now, falling deeply into its depths, he became aware of something approaching, a wave of possibility whose ripples would forever shift the direction of the life he had yet to live...

 

[Ilias Nytrau]

This was a long way from Annaj and Corellia. She hadn't thought she would feel the way she did about the breaking of the world she once called home, or distraught over the loss of the parents from whom she had long since been estranged and the tracking down of a brother she found out she had from a chance encounter with her father some four years ago. This was far from Zaadja and Skye, and from [member="Lucien Cordel"]; that was a complex place in her life. How she felt about the man was made messy by where she was going and what he was, for the call of the Light didn't interact kindly with Sith Lords, no matter how well-mannered or handsome they were.

But it wasn't... he wasn't something she was quite ready to set aside, just yet. If ever. So uncertain.

So she'd left him a short note, a truthful one, saying little more than the fact that she needed to do something about her long-neglected need for training, and that it wasn't something he could help with. That was that, and she'd dusted off the Mitternacht to make her way to the Academy at Yavin IV, taking with her a modest set of belongings, little more than what she had with her when she arrived in the territory of the Fringe, some years before. Her arrival produced little fanfare when she landed on the jungled moon, and by some admission that was the way she liked it when left to her own devices.

That was two days ago, that she had arrived. She'd taken the time to make a few stops between that end of the galaxy and this one, one of which was to see what had become of Corellia. The process of grief was a long one in this case, but she coped well enough. The clean air of Yavin IV and the calm provided by the Light in this place were a boon to her coming to terms with it all, and she had taken to walking out-of-doors almost immediately.

So on this day as she passed into the central courtyard and happened upon a man making tactile contact with the massive marble slab upon which was inscribed the Jedi code - she must've spent a good hour doing much the same just yesterday, after her evening meal. She decided to sit nearby and watch him, wondering what he was thinking, his impressions, as she took out from her pack and tended to the sharpening of a small blade with a whetstone.

[member="Cronos Aegir"]