Corellian Marshal
The Knighting Ceremony of the Jedi was a time of pride, joy, and celebration for any Jedi Order. Across time it had been the mark of growth in both Master and Apprentice. He smiled and clapped for young the young Knight, but all he could do was wonder. Wonder if he would ever see this ceremony for his own Padawan, still lost to him in Mandalorian space.
Someone had said that the Alliance had some sort of agreement with the Enclave but if that were true then why was Sola still not returned? He'd heard of dark things in Mandalorian space. The dead rising, a return of the Dark Harvest. He tossed and turned in the night wondering if the Mandalorians had gotten to her or if the dead had.
'She'll return when she is ready,' one Master had told him when he confided in them. 'Never trust a Mandalorian.' HE said. He would find her, on his own if he had to.