The Flame Geist had never stayed long on Jedi controlled worlds during the first decades after her creation. That was mainly because it wasn't areas controlled by Jedi that had needed her attention but the festering rats of the Dark Side needing to be purged of the rotten corpse that was the galaxy they feasted on. She'd never taken a break or a day off. Not just because it had never occured to her, but also because it was her nature to believe what she was doing was for the good of the galaxy. Say what you must about the madness of the one who had devised the magical alkahest formulas that had shaped her, but there was no doubt about it: The Formulas were sound. They worked. She had been properly programmed.
And that magical programming had showed itself in how (with severe reluctance) she had returned to Jedi controlled space. At least, some form of Jedi.
The Silver Jedi Order were not the Resistors of Darkness. They had some of the militancy, no denying, but from what she had seen so far, they were the prim, proper, peaceful sorts she had mostly come to expect from Jedi.
She had not yet elaborated much on her history as of yet. Wasn't sure she wanted to. She was just a strange woman to most of them, whose emotional capacity seemed somehow reduced in comparison to naturally made beings. It was not that she did not have a full range of emotions, it was simply that they were not as intense in her, with perhaps, the sole exception of her fury at being trapped in an amber rock by her own makers for three centuries. This had been deliberate on her makers part. The Dark Side needed emotions at their most intense to work. In a being whose emotional capacity was deliberately reduced? It'd be like trying to pilot a speeder from one end of a city to the other with only half the fuel necessary. She could not even access the Dark Side anyway with the way she had been made. Her makers had been truly--properly--paranoid.
She hadn't even chosen a proper name yet, she thought as she walked the grassy fields to the silver rest in her red and gold skin tight combat suit, a gold sash tied around her waist with a pin of the order's symbol fastening it. The suit had a metallic sheen to it, and clipped to her sash was her personal lightsaber, a curved hilt model of gold and red like her suit, named Heliosphere.
It was peaceful. A little too cold and a little too moist for her liking, as she would have preferred a nice, hot desert but then again she needed heat and flame and air to survive mostly air but in this temperature she would need to find a nice, hot radiator in about two or three hours and touch it.
The creature admired the temple design. Nice and eco-friendly. It looked like a temple one could feel safe in.
Too bad she had claustrophobia...
Refusing to be dominated by her fear, the Geist crossed the grounds and asked one of the rests protocol droids where the council chambers were.
"You're very close, Master Jedi..." the protocol droid answered. "Take a left through the passages beyond and keep going you should reach it very shortly. May I ask your name for my logs?"
The Flame Geist thought a moment.
"Lemme get back to you on that. Haven't decided yet..." the Geist answered, walking past him.
All the Jedi irritated her after what she'd been through. She didn't deny it. But operating solo would be next to impossible without turning to some form of legitimate supplementary income. And to pursue conflict with Dark Siders on legitimate means, you needed the support of at least 'a' Jedi Order to do it, and that was a certainty even the Flame Geist, despite lingering resentments could not deny...though at times she wondered whether or not the reason she felt this was such a certainty was because she had been made to think that way.
She decided she would take a stroll through the garden first, get a lay of the land. She turned heads as she walked, not just because she had a 'very' strange Force Signature, but because her claustrophobia had kicked in and she was already starting to be discomforted as she wandered through its halls, soon getting lost and ending up in the gardens. She smelled water in the air and saw [member="Rick Kaloo"], [member="Yuroic Xeraic"], and [member="Jasper Candos"] meeting. The Geist walked forward, hands folded behind her back.
"A lovely place, the temple..." she spoke in a low contralto, blinking orange eyes as she admired the plants and flowers. She did not touch them...didn't want them wilting from the heat...
"I seem to be lost. I went looking for the Council Chambers. I'm new here..." she admitted, though she had been in the business itself for a very long time.
Her fiery orange-red hair was blown around a bit by a gust of wind as she also noticed the padawans.
"Are you teaching them, or just passing through yourselves?" she asked.
