Aela Talith
The Righteous
New Jedi Temple Archives - Sullust
Her siblings had always called her a bookworm growing up, and it was possible that they were right.
Much of her childhood had been spent in her room alone reading. She had always liked novels, had always enjoyed flights of fancy and great tales that could only be described within the pages of a book. They had taken her heart early on, and mostly kept them. A great deal of her knowledge had come from reading, and even in her teens she had spent more than her fair share of time simply buried within the pages of a book.
Now that she was even older, Marhsall of the New Jedi Order and had lead outright raids on Sith...well reading didn't seem as important. Oh she still enjoyed it, she still yearned to pick up a novel in her spare time, but more and more she was finding herself reading technical schematics and planetary defense layouts than a good fantasy novel. Perhaps that was simply the age that she had reached, or perhaps it was the position she held, but it was a regret that she could not help but shake. Even now, as she sat inside of the New Jedi Archives she couldn't help but fell a tad melancholic for the lost time she had endured.
A sigh escaped her lips, a shake of her head.
The datapad in front of her contained the specifications for an old Jedi Artifact, a Holocron to be exact. It had been forged thousands of years ago by a group that called themselves The Jedi Covenant. They had been Masters and Knights of the Old Order that had appointed themselves as watchers of the Darkside. They had thought themselves above the Order, had worked in the Shadows and beneath the cover of Dark to root out 'corruption'.
In the end, their work within the shadows only helped secure a future they had hoped to avoid.
Aela found it sad, even depressing. It was not a story of happy endings or great wonders, but instead one of betrayal.
Her head shook. Despite her dislike of it she knew she had to keep reading. The Holocron was important, and she needed to find it.
Her siblings had always called her a bookworm growing up, and it was possible that they were right.
Much of her childhood had been spent in her room alone reading. She had always liked novels, had always enjoyed flights of fancy and great tales that could only be described within the pages of a book. They had taken her heart early on, and mostly kept them. A great deal of her knowledge had come from reading, and even in her teens she had spent more than her fair share of time simply buried within the pages of a book.
Now that she was even older, Marhsall of the New Jedi Order and had lead outright raids on Sith...well reading didn't seem as important. Oh she still enjoyed it, she still yearned to pick up a novel in her spare time, but more and more she was finding herself reading technical schematics and planetary defense layouts than a good fantasy novel. Perhaps that was simply the age that she had reached, or perhaps it was the position she held, but it was a regret that she could not help but shake. Even now, as she sat inside of the New Jedi Archives she couldn't help but fell a tad melancholic for the lost time she had endured.
A sigh escaped her lips, a shake of her head.
The datapad in front of her contained the specifications for an old Jedi Artifact, a Holocron to be exact. It had been forged thousands of years ago by a group that called themselves The Jedi Covenant. They had been Masters and Knights of the Old Order that had appointed themselves as watchers of the Darkside. They had thought themselves above the Order, had worked in the Shadows and beneath the cover of Dark to root out 'corruption'.
In the end, their work within the shadows only helped secure a future they had hoped to avoid.
Aela found it sad, even depressing. It was not a story of happy endings or great wonders, but instead one of betrayal.
Her head shook. Despite her dislike of it she knew she had to keep reading. The Holocron was important, and she needed to find it.