Location: Svivren Meditation Chambers.
Inventory: Holocron of Jedi Master Veiere Arenais.
Strive for progression,
never perfection.
Inventory: Holocron of Jedi Master Veiere Arenais.
Strive for progression,
never perfection.
Caedyn sat alone within the meditation chamber designated for the Knights and Masters of the Jedi Enclave; Away from the eyes and ears of his respected peers, the privacy was needed now more than ever before. Over the past year, the Enclave of Svivren had become an active conduit for Jedi activity in the Outer Rim once again. Before that, it had been known as The Silent Temple of Qigong Kesh, and when the Je'daii Order had vanished, silence was all that was left surrounding the former Je'daii Steward.
But those days had long since passed, and after some guidance by those within the Order of the Silver Jedi, Caedyn had turned to the life of a self appointed Jedi Knight, using the experience and lessons he had gained and trying to put his abilities to good use. To try and be a positive influence in the lives of others, and to find some direction for himself where he often found a sense of uncertainty and displacement.
There were vast differences between being a Je'daii Steward and becoming a Steward of a Jedi Enclave. Where before he was a simple custodian and caretaker, his position today was that of leadership and responsibility over the lives of others, many of whom were older than him and more experienced.
After remnants of the First Order dealt a crushing blow to the Enclave by invading and leading an attack on all sides of the Jedi Facility, the life and activity of those that remained had surely quietened since. The days before had been those of excitement and hope, yet many had died that day and the confidence in the Enclave's future had seemingly been lost alongside them. While the Enclave itself had been repaired, the hopes and dreams of the youngest Jedi among them had not been so easily replenished. Meanwhile, the Outer Rim was rife with criminality and those trying to live the simplest of lives often found difficulty getting by in a Galaxy that favored the rich and powerful above all else.
The stress and worries riding atop Caedyn's shoulders were vast, heavy and seemingly unending...-But never had he expected to hear the news of his Father's demise at the hands of the Lord of Lies and right hand to the Sith Emperor himself, Darth Prazutis . It had barely been longer than a week since his Mother had broken the news to he and his Sister. Caedyn had since received a visit from Cotan Sar'andor that inadvertently led to some emotional outbursts and much needed venting.
Despite doing his utmost to deal with everything in as calm and a controlled manner, not wanting to appear the failure that he often felt inside, everything just proved too much and no longer could he afford to go on avoiding these issues. This was why he had come to the meditation chambers, carrying with him his father's holocron which he and Loreena Arenais-Valhoun had recovered from their homeworld of Commenor.
Looking to the object radiant in the light of the Force, the hexagonal artifact sat before him, silent and idle in the center of the room.
Only when Caedyn reached out to the Holocron, did it open up and the room seemed to darken around him, his father's keepsake coming to life.