:: HERO of KORRIBAN ::
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TAG: Valery Noble
TAG: Valery Noble
Judah Lesan, Jedi Master, Jedi Shadow, or he had once been. There had been many events which had led him to a life more suited for a smuggler or even a hermit than the glory days of his career. In his mind, Jedi were simply not the same. They sat in council rooms talking about the evils of one Jedi faction for aligning with darksiders to quell one evil while siding with those committing genocide of another kind. Either the Jedi had lost their way, or Judah had, but the zealous light sider could not condone the actions of the organized whole.
The Morning Star touched down upon the desert planet which had been the capitol of many Sith Empires of various ideologies. The Valley of Sith Lords stretched beyond what the naked eye could see, often attracting treasure hunters and dark side creatures alike. Sith disciples would often make their pilgrimage to the holy site in hopes to learn some knowledge or power that would give them an edge over others who sought the same.
For Judah, it was routine. As a Jedi Shadow he had hunted and killed Sith, contained their secrets, and destroyed their holocrons where safe to do so. Without a council to guide him, or hold his leash, the scruffy mop-topped Jedi was free to conduct his business as he saw fit. That meant laying a trap.
The stone was cold despite the hot air around it. Ancient ruins radiated a darkness so strong that it seeped deep into the bones casting a chill on whatever it touched. Judah had felt this darkness before. His arm, the fingers on his left hand, the scar on his cheek, they had all been the cost of refusing to give in to darkness when it called him. The tourture had been brutal. Where his memory did not recall the loss of his arm, or the cut on his cheek, it never lost the details of how each finger was taken. Weaker Jedi may have given in, but Judah had not. His commitment to the light was never questioned again even if his methods were.
There was no need to answer for his methods now. As the echo of his boots against the stone announced his presence to the wind. He had no need to hide. Something so light in a place so dark could never hope to quench itself. It was like a beacon set high on a hill for all to see. That was his trap. Judah, the master himself, was the bait. His mentors would have called him reckless, and they would have likely been correct. Others would have applauded his courage and boldness. His son, JJ, would have scolded his stupidity.
A shadow rarely stepped into the light of day, but when they did it was always for a purpose. No one had to understand it. Their methods did not need to be praised. Judah only cared about one thing, like any shadow would, results. The shadow was their to draw out the disturbance which he had been sensing for weeks, and it Korriban where he felt the need to lay in wait. He did not know what it was, just that it would alter his destiny in some way. Judah was eager to have the matter settled.
He waited, slowly beginning to move through the katas his master had given him to clear his mind. Judah had never been able to meditate, but these movements accomplished what contemplation could not.
Judah was at peace.
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