The Arch Wilder
Coruscant. Long ago, it had been his home. A small room with few possessions. A horde of small animals hidden in the walls and gardens of the temple were his main claim to individuality. That and his armor and medals won through a youth spent getting shot, stabbed, burned. and blasted from one end of the galaxy to the other. What had it been for? Knowledge? He'd been denied that. Glory? Not worth it. The greater good? Maybe. But the Republic had been corrupt. It had festered and imploded on itself. What good then came of the chaos left in the wake of its death?
But that was decades ago. He'd been in his twenties. A pup, even by human standards. Now, he was only a pup by Zorren standards. He now had five-thousand years to wident he mark he left of the galaxy. But eighty-eight was still nothing to sneeze at. His bright golden eyes peered up at the towering spires of the jedi temple. When last they'd gazed at it, those eyes had looked so much younger. His body however, had hardly changed. A little more defined maybe, a few more scars under the runed robes he wore, and the sith tattoo on his back hadn't been faded from attempts at removal.
His armored robes had been covered by a black cloak of a far lighter fabric. It covered and draped over his form, obscuring all but the black tail which swished behind him. Those golden eyes that beheld the beauty of the galaxy's shining center of civilization hid beneath a large cowl. His form was hunched over a wooden cane, gilded with gold and the mark of the Vitae Alliance on its head. He was almost a century old, why shouldn't have a little fun and act like it? Even if his body had barely aged into a human's mid twenties.
The steady tap of his cane brought him closer to the grand steps of the Jedi Temple. A lone black figure in the sea of Coruscanti denizens, he somehow stood out amidst the crowd, somehow both belonging and completely out of place. This had been his home. Twice. He'd abandoned it both times. Now he was but a visitor. A ghost from a bygone era. The republic was dead. But perhaps this Galactic Alliance might be worth the attention. Maybe it would be worth Veradune's involvement in its affairs. That was what the former Valde was there to see.