Please, please, let me get what I want

[Alan]

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He was walking. It had been close to a few nights now. And he had been walking. His boots were covered in mud, covered in grime. His armor was dirty, his face more unkempt than usual. His hair was wild and messy, grimy from days upon days of travel. And he had no idea why he was moving so much, moving so fast. Why he had been instructed by some calling of the force of his own mind to venture deep into the harrowing woods of Tython. He lumbered around the trees and around the rocks, over the streams and under the sun, that gave way to greet the night with a shift of the horizon and a twinkle of the stars.​

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And all the while, he was walking. He was running before, but it made him feel more lost. It didn't allow him to focus. But focus on what- focus on what kind of thing? Was it a thought? Was it a purpose? Was it a new direction? Was it a threat? His head or the force did not provide answers, but handed out questions like a rich man and excuses on why he shouldn't pay taxes. Tracyn thought that perhaps- it was time to go higher. So he scaled, and so he climbed. He climbed, without the aid of the force. Raiden Nar had taught him to not rely on the force to achieve goals, such as the Sith did. But to use it, to harness it's power when it was needed. And such, Tracyn had a different approach to physical hardships than Jedi. He was used to not using the force for so long- in fact, he had nearly depleted himself of it's use during his time as a Ori'ramikad.​

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He thought of all these things, all these swirling thoughts that tangled his mind like a fly in a spider's web. He thought of them, while his body moved upwards along the mossy rocks. He gripped it with his bare fingers, his crushgaunts laying comfortably in a pouch on his hip. And then, he scaled upwards. And he looked downward, over the expanse of the forest, the expanse of Tython. He had to have been miles upon miles from the academy, and the base itself. Not too much farther than where he and some Sith once tangled. He blinked, before moving his knees to the stone beneath him.​

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And he began to breath, and close his eyes. And he tried to reach outwards, trying to find something that would give him clarity. Give him hope of something, give him an answer.​

 

[Alan]

The answer, did not come. But a new direction did. And it told him, to move deeper into the forest. To move farther inward, to search harder. And so he did. He moved slowly, patiently. He took frequent breaks, not for rest, but to observe, note, and do some introspection. While his body was tasked with the measly task of moving, his mind was free to wander. And he began to think- hard. His wife. His child. The wars. The Mandalorians. What he considered himself. So he moved deeper, into the dense forest of Tython. The denseness, began to surprise him. Foilage began to overtake the ground, with breaks coming in the forms of moss or in rocks. Other than that, there was little to be seen of bare soil. Not that it was inherently a bad thing- the life of the area around him was vibrant, to say the least. Life swirled around him, forms in all shapes and sizes. Bugs scurried around him, a singular purpose driving their mind. They avoided him, out of fear and of apathy. Small mammals preyed on the plant life and small bugs, while larger predators lurked, waiting to snatch their evening meal. Some looked upon Tracyn, but were deterred by his unfamiliar scent and his mere presence.​

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He ventured further, hoping to find some answers to his seemingly endless recent query, that had sprung from nowhere in his mind, but now moved everywhere in it. He was feeling as though he lost something, but he could not remember or know what it was.​

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Perhaps there was something in the forest that he was supposed to find?​