Kai'el Brat "Guardian of the Light"
TAGS: Open to Jedi


Following the events on Tython, Braze had no clear direction, no immediate leads on where exactly to start. He thought gaining favor with the Argent Vanguard could yield resources for furthering his search. What was supposed to be a quick reconnaissance and retrieval mission on Tethar had ended before it even truly began. A single shot, well-placed, had cut through his plans just as swiftly as it had cut through him.
Now, he sat in the Jedi Temple's grand cafeteria, staring down at the soup of the day. He wasn't sure what it was supposed to be. Something thick, a pale shade of orange, the steam curling up in lazy spirals. His spoon rested untouched at the edge of the tray, his hands settled loosely in his lap.
It had been days since he was dropped back on Coruscant;delivered like some fragile cargo, not even left with a name or a message. No sign of the sniper who had spared him. No explanation for why they had gone out of their way to keep him alive.
Braze exhaled slowly. His mental shields were ironclad as always, but the weight in his chest remained. This wasn't where he was supposed to be at present and he was considering what he should be doing next. First on his list was… figuring out how, exactly, he was supposed to eat meals going forward.
The black cloth mask covering the machinery on his face was sort of an obstacle. An obstacle that, at present, stood between him and the dubious-looking bowl of soup in front of him. He stared at it. It stared back.
Braze exhaled through his nose. This was fine. Totally fine. He had fought through worse.
With a glance around the cafeteria, he scanned for anyone he knew... perhaps someone who could offer guidance, distraction, or at the very least, a topic of conversation that didn't involve figuring out how to drink soup without making a mess of himself.