Despite having belonged to the Silver Jedi since childhood, Syala had never taken it upon herself to explore the depths of the territory that was, for all intents and purposes, home. Voss had always sufficed for any and all needs, providing space for what training was necessary while still allowing personal freedoms to do as she wished in whatever free time was allotted. It had never crossed her mind to traverse beyond that planet and actually explore, when she was perfectly satisfied with her current surroundings. But she had made the decision, deciding to take time to herself while her Master was away on his own business, likely a break of sorts as well. A Jedi she may have been, but sometimes even those like her needed time away in order to just be themselves. Sometimes, just existing was enough.
That brought her to the planet of Caluula, its terrain rough and rugged compared to the lush flora and fauna of Voss. In the fringes of Silver Jedi territory, far from anything familiar. Her research beforehand told her that it was the site of old battlefield, where the Yuuzhan Vong had once laid claim, fighting those whose sole ideal was freedom, just like her. It was a strange sort of irony, then, that she would find herself here years after the fact, exploring those same grounds where individuals had once fought and died for their beliefs, both sides believing that they would survive solely through their own righteousness. But the freedom fighters hadn't prevailed, falling to the Vong, who were in turn exterminated by another adversary. Now both were seemingly forgotten under the guise of the Silver Jedi.
Silently she meditated on these thoughts, eyes shifting behind closed lids, in the midst of a sort of communion with the Force itself. There were still tremors left over from fights long past, ripples in the energy field that rang out if one was patient enough to stop and listen, and listen carefully, pushing away any distractions until they became nearly nonexistent. It was that sort of patience she possessed, and eventually she had been granted glimpses into that time, and the battles that took place on the very ground which she sat, cross-legged. There were horrors that she had never wished to witness, but inwardly she knew this was a necessary thing. After all, one must learn from history, lest they come to repeat the mistakes of their ancestors.
Without warning that fragile link was shattered by a shout that rang out across the hills and into the mountains, echoing until its source became undetectable. Grey-blue eyes opened to regard the world about her, and slowly she stood, smoothing over the Jedi robes she nearly always wore. The saber she had forged was at her side as well, a minute detail she was now grateful for. Violence was never her first inclination, but self-defense was always a requirement. So she began walking, seeking out the origin of the voice, her awareness extended about her in all directions, that same unnatural calm that always accompanied her remaining stubbornly, never wavering. Finally the man came into sight, though for all of her reaction he might as well have been a fellow Jedi rather than the Yuuzhan Vong she had seen in her visions. "What is your purpose here?"
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