Lord of Girth
Kashyyyk is not the place I would have expected for the Silver Jedi to move to. I had heard in the past of their... movement that was forced upon them. While I had not reached out, or attempted to return to them, I did watch over them. Keeping tabs on their expeditions, and ventures. Most recently, I had come into contact with a man who only told me more than what I had previously known of the Silver Jedi.
Yves as I came to know him, was what he explained to be a Scout. What they called a Pathfinder. This was after the time I had left the Silver Jedi. Explaining that they had changed locations and moved to their current residence. That explained why my visit to Voss was met with the Sith Empire Ships and Bounty Hunters galore.
After explaining my background to him, that my Father was as Silver Jedi Master, and how as a child, with childish mistakes, I had left. Even more so, that I was... wanting to return home. I wanted to come to terms with my life. Accept that The Force, is the force. Not some kind of extra power. It was a tool, a source of strength, but also of weakness. This Pathfinder was very accommodating with me. Handing me what seemed to be a Pathfinder badge of some kind.
That badge alone allowed me to pass through the checkpoint of the Silver Jedi Capitol. Now that I am here, and having been re-introduced to the idea, I had already signed papers, and dealt with some legal documents. Putting myself as a Trainee for the Order. Even with my label as a Master of the force, I understood that to get back in, I needed to prove that I wasn't as dark as I had been before.
Part of me hoped that she would be proud of me. Accept my choices that I was doing for her. Allowing her to find that here, with me, she will always have a home. If that meant suffering the consequences of my past, then so be it. Anything for my Daughter. Adopted or not.
"Ember."
Muttering her name to myself. Shaking my head, I adjusted my jacket and move onwards into the Jedi Temple. My eyes playing against the walls and the people that I passed. Many wearing robes. I stood out wearing all black, scruffy, and clearly new.
Problem? I didn't know what to do next.
Yves as I came to know him, was what he explained to be a Scout. What they called a Pathfinder. This was after the time I had left the Silver Jedi. Explaining that they had changed locations and moved to their current residence. That explained why my visit to Voss was met with the Sith Empire Ships and Bounty Hunters galore.
After explaining my background to him, that my Father was as Silver Jedi Master, and how as a child, with childish mistakes, I had left. Even more so, that I was... wanting to return home. I wanted to come to terms with my life. Accept that The Force, is the force. Not some kind of extra power. It was a tool, a source of strength, but also of weakness. This Pathfinder was very accommodating with me. Handing me what seemed to be a Pathfinder badge of some kind.
That badge alone allowed me to pass through the checkpoint of the Silver Jedi Capitol. Now that I am here, and having been re-introduced to the idea, I had already signed papers, and dealt with some legal documents. Putting myself as a Trainee for the Order. Even with my label as a Master of the force, I understood that to get back in, I needed to prove that I wasn't as dark as I had been before.
Part of me hoped that she would be proud of me. Accept my choices that I was doing for her. Allowing her to find that here, with me, she will always have a home. If that meant suffering the consequences of my past, then so be it. Anything for my Daughter. Adopted or not.
"Ember."
Muttering her name to myself. Shaking my head, I adjusted my jacket and move onwards into the Jedi Temple. My eyes playing against the walls and the people that I passed. Many wearing robes. I stood out wearing all black, scruffy, and clearly new.
Problem? I didn't know what to do next.
