Take me back to the roots (Tiland)

[RC 212]

[member="Tiland Kortun"]

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Space: Aboard The Rogue​

War. That was all that had consumed his waking days for a long time. When a lull in the fighting came, Jack was the first one to disappear. After constructing the New Temple on Yutan he was anxious and restless. The warrior within him wanted a fight, to go back to Mandalore, find Vizsla and smash his face in.

The child within him wanted to run, to grow and to learn.

This time he'd chosen the latter, and picked up and left. But he was not alone. Tiland Kortun, an old Anzati was along for the ride. Using what he had of his Mothers old starmaps and notes, he was plotting a jump. Right towards the original first planet of the Jedi. It was lost most had said, but Vassara's notes and maps, indicated that Jorrus Merrill had found it using a talent that ran in the Raxis bloodline as well.

Instinctive Astrogation.

From behind the cockpit the lights gleamed on the panels and Jack leaned back, eyes furrowed on the readouts and mess of holographs he had open. In one hand was a caf cup, steaming hot with a nutty aroma. In other a data pad.

Tiland was there too, no doubt watching Jack act like an animal as he tried to wrap his head around what exact heading to take.

"So you said you were from where exactly?" He asked.

Not the most eloquent of sentences, but small talk had to start somewhere. Before he trained anybody, he had to know their motivations.

 

[Tiland Kortun]

[member="Jack Raxis"]

Tiland looked up from his pile of herbs spread out among a fold of his cloak, watching as this man, Jack, his name was, try and find their heading. Tiland looked back down at the herbs and selected a handful of leaves from different plants. No caf for him. It was so mechanical and dead. So disconnected from the Force. He crushed the leaves into a small bag, which he wrapped in over itself and set in a mug of steaming water. The aroma wafted from the cup, light and calm. Where was he from? Now, wasn't that the question. Most people wondered about where they came from, but few knew the true location of their homeworld, which was carefully guarded, especially for other's protection. Only the dregs of society visited their space ports. None traveled to the surface.

"Anzat, originally," Tiland said, bringing the cup to his face and taking a deep smell, letting the smell waft into his body. "But I have traveled far and wide, spending a few centuries exiled beyond the Outer Rim." He took a long sip of the tea again, adjusting the staff leaning against the chair. "Do you seek Ach-To or Tython? I was with Jorus when he found Ach-To, if that would be of assistance."

He wasn't entirely sure if that was the destination, but Tiland was getting impressions of Jack's thoughts flickering through his own mind. The roots of the Jedi, an ancient world found by Jorus. A strange, quiet world, rich in the Force, but desolate now, haunted by ghosts. "If you desire, I can give you the memory."