The Jedi Temple. A grand feat of engineering that housed the greatest minds in the Galaxy. A beacon that spoke of hope, of peace, and of enlightenment for every citizen of the Republic, regardless of their social standing. It had changed little in the year he had been away from this center of calm. Yet he had not expected it to. To him, the Temple was a Galactic constant. Change was not something that often graced the Order, and that was the way he liked it. Without frequent change, traditions could be observed in the correct manner.
Each step he took up the ancient steps felt like he was drawing closer and closer to home. He had spent the vast majority of his life at the temple, and he could have easily navigated his way up to the main entrance with his eyes blindfolded and his hands tied behind his back. The thought placed a slight smirk upon his otherwise grim and unkempt face.
Very few Jedi stopped to question, or even acknowlege his presence bar polite and reverent bows. His face was known around the temple, and it was understood among the Jedi that they were only to speak to him when first spoke to, unless it was an emergency, or other pressing matter. Such an attitude spoke of a more old-school, hardline and conservative way. Indeed, this apparently venerated Jedi not only understood the more ancient practices among the Jedi, but lived by them too, and as a result had earned the respect of those around him for his staunch adherence to the Jedi way.
Indeed, whilst other Jedi may have taken up more trivial pursuits, such as ensuring good relations with politics, enjoying fine drinks from distant worlds, or, in the case of some of the more liberal Jedi, flirting with other beings, this one was strict. To him, the three pillars of the Jedi were absolute, and the ways of his ancestors law. For this Jedi, there was no need for a life outside of the Jedi way, for the way of the Jedi was life it's self.
His movement through the Temple's entrance was not a rushed thing, yet nor was it slow and ponderous. Instead he stepped with purpose, driven forwards by a sense of purpose. He was headed for an older part of the temple, wherein he had long since taken over a small study area with a conjoined dormitory. It was more than suited to him, for it meant he would spend far less time moving from his quarters to a place of work. And work he would have to do - In the time he had been away, the face of the council had changed. He had even heard of a Knight on the council. A knight. The thought did not sit easily with him. It was his intention to access and review the files of every Council member and Master that was active within the Order. It would take some time, and no doubt it would dig up information that some Jedi would rather remain hidden, but it was something he felt he must do. It would help him to reacquaint himself with the Orders leaders, and it would serve as the perfect insight as to the kind of Jedi that he would have to co-exist with.
As he travelled through the myriad of hallways towards his chambers, it dawned upon him that he should announce to the council that he had returned. Yet, he did not know the council well, and did not intend to present himself to a group of apparent peers that he had little respect for outside of their positions within the Order. He would honor the council as his master had taught him, and her master had taught her, but he would not put himself into a position that a knight would be able to judge him. That would not do. Instead, the council would come to him. One at a time. It would serve his purpose better, and it would allow him to remind the council of his position. Yet none of that was possible if they were not aware that he had entered the temple. So he approached another member of the Order, who was conveniently close to his chambers. He recognised the Jedi as the Padawan of a Knight he had once directed in the more demanding aspects of Soresu.
"Padawan Varhn."
His voice was strong and commanding. It was the voice of a veteran, and it spoke of many years that had been spent giving orders rather than taking them. "You are to go to the council chambers immediately, and inform them that Master Dista has returned to the Jedi Temple, and that he has taken up residence in his usual quarters."
The Padawan nodded, and promptly began to move himself along the corridors to the turbolifts that had access to the chambers of the high council. He had long since learned to take orders and requests from Jedi of a higher position than himself, as they understood the ways of the Force moreso than himself. However, he was not a tight lipped Jedi, and as he passed other Jedi, so too did the task set to him pass his lips. And thus it came to pass that the Jedi Order learned of Carn Dista's return to the temple...
Each step he took up the ancient steps felt like he was drawing closer and closer to home. He had spent the vast majority of his life at the temple, and he could have easily navigated his way up to the main entrance with his eyes blindfolded and his hands tied behind his back. The thought placed a slight smirk upon his otherwise grim and unkempt face.
Very few Jedi stopped to question, or even acknowlege his presence bar polite and reverent bows. His face was known around the temple, and it was understood among the Jedi that they were only to speak to him when first spoke to, unless it was an emergency, or other pressing matter. Such an attitude spoke of a more old-school, hardline and conservative way. Indeed, this apparently venerated Jedi not only understood the more ancient practices among the Jedi, but lived by them too, and as a result had earned the respect of those around him for his staunch adherence to the Jedi way.
Indeed, whilst other Jedi may have taken up more trivial pursuits, such as ensuring good relations with politics, enjoying fine drinks from distant worlds, or, in the case of some of the more liberal Jedi, flirting with other beings, this one was strict. To him, the three pillars of the Jedi were absolute, and the ways of his ancestors law. For this Jedi, there was no need for a life outside of the Jedi way, for the way of the Jedi was life it's self.
His movement through the Temple's entrance was not a rushed thing, yet nor was it slow and ponderous. Instead he stepped with purpose, driven forwards by a sense of purpose. He was headed for an older part of the temple, wherein he had long since taken over a small study area with a conjoined dormitory. It was more than suited to him, for it meant he would spend far less time moving from his quarters to a place of work. And work he would have to do - In the time he had been away, the face of the council had changed. He had even heard of a Knight on the council. A knight. The thought did not sit easily with him. It was his intention to access and review the files of every Council member and Master that was active within the Order. It would take some time, and no doubt it would dig up information that some Jedi would rather remain hidden, but it was something he felt he must do. It would help him to reacquaint himself with the Orders leaders, and it would serve as the perfect insight as to the kind of Jedi that he would have to co-exist with.
As he travelled through the myriad of hallways towards his chambers, it dawned upon him that he should announce to the council that he had returned. Yet, he did not know the council well, and did not intend to present himself to a group of apparent peers that he had little respect for outside of their positions within the Order. He would honor the council as his master had taught him, and her master had taught her, but he would not put himself into a position that a knight would be able to judge him. That would not do. Instead, the council would come to him. One at a time. It would serve his purpose better, and it would allow him to remind the council of his position. Yet none of that was possible if they were not aware that he had entered the temple. So he approached another member of the Order, who was conveniently close to his chambers. He recognised the Jedi as the Padawan of a Knight he had once directed in the more demanding aspects of Soresu.
"Padawan Varhn."
His voice was strong and commanding. It was the voice of a veteran, and it spoke of many years that had been spent giving orders rather than taking them. "You are to go to the council chambers immediately, and inform them that Master Dista has returned to the Jedi Temple, and that he has taken up residence in his usual quarters."
The Padawan nodded, and promptly began to move himself along the corridors to the turbolifts that had access to the chambers of the high council. He had long since learned to take orders and requests from Jedi of a higher position than himself, as they understood the ways of the Force moreso than himself. However, he was not a tight lipped Jedi, and as he passed other Jedi, so too did the task set to him pass his lips. And thus it came to pass that the Jedi Order learned of Carn Dista's return to the temple...
