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[Alexandra Feanor]

Forests of Alderaan

Late afternoon


The forest had stood silent for a long while, distant sounds of mining still carried by the wind from the mountains not far but that sound was faint. The forest had overgrown the path to the mining efforts, reclaimed what had been constructed after Alexandra had returned to her temple and set up a new place for Aurora to run its operations. She had wanted things to be quiet again when she had come back the years before, happy to return to the life of that part time hermit who was obsessed with her work and creations. Only she did not obsess her work anymore, she did not craft droids in her free time, study history or go on her adventures and fight against Jedi and Sith alike. Instead it was this overgrown forest she took up her home in and for the most part secluded herself in.

The Temple of the Grey, a refuge for those who did not fit into Sith or Jedi had once been far more impressive. It had once controlled a perimeter, been filled with students, and been kept in good condition long ago when Alexandra was still her old self. It had once had a temple complex that had been amazing for the woman to see after it was completed. Now that perimeter wall was gone, either missing or simply claimed by vines and trees. The temples were being swallowed as doors and windows were missing, replaced with an invade that crawled across the walls and floors, creating a vibrant green structure that reached into the sky. Side buildings almost disappeared from sight, being more like organic caverns now rather than the buildings they used to be.

At the center of this was the building that had housed the Order's council and its historian, slowly being claimed as well as the green took over the stone. But anyone with the force would know there was something more going on here, how this growth was unnatural in its speed and the feeling that would come from this place. It was a beacon to anyone with the force, and the beacon called anyone that could hear up a set of stairs still visible, although barely. It would lead them into the same organic like cave that had formed in the other buildings but at the other end was not a untamed wild, but rather a calm and peaceful garden. It was the only place in this temple complex that still appeared to have someone caring for it, flowers of multiple kinds, bushes that created a ring that seemed to ward off nature's disorder and finally a tree, one that was far larger than others, who's roots burrowed through the temple itself and stood healthy. This tree glowed to the eyes of force users, a nexus of energy that was fueled for fifteen years without interference and beside it was a woman, barely older than a teen, who's hand rested on the tree. If one was to look up they would not see stars, but instead blossoms, vibrant white buds that seemed to mimic the night sky due to little light poking through, and little being cast upwards.

It was this view that anyone who came to the old temple would find. A young woman alone, tending to a hidden garden and a tree who's life was given and sustained by the force, housing the living power that created villains and heroes.


[member="Connor Harrison"]

 

[Connor Harrison]

[b/]‘Journal Of C Harrison’[/b] was an interesting read. A fascinating read. Empathic, empowering, exciting. For a while anyway, to most people. To the man himself, it was a lesson learnt and a puzzle to build and a way to build on failure.

One entry spoke of a Grey Jedi only known as ‘Alexandra’ who sought balance on the Temple of Grey on Alderaan. That was enough to interest the Dark Sider in seeing this woman for himself. He plotted a course, journal tucked away safely and the dark saber of Maena by his side, corrupted eyes of amber and blood red fixed on the viewport as he took flight in his ship.

Snow-capped mountains. Tall green trees. Thick woodlands, bubbling streams and blue sky. Alderaan certainly evoked a peaceful world.

Connor looked out as he piloted the craft deftly low enough to stay out of sight in the sky, but high enough not to cut down trees and scrape the rocks. He followed the coordinates until he circled around a temple; secluded and overgrown in woodland.

He touched down and locked down the ship, killing the engines, and leaving the craft into the cool forest. The Force was strong around him, derived from the nature of the planet and who knew what else.

Clad in black and silver, Connor walked forwards, looking up and around and side to side, his greatcoat trailing behind. The temple seemed to be abandoned, over taken by the forest itself and one with the Force around it. The Dark Sider walked on in, feeling a faint aura of the Force and hoping it was this Grey Lady – Alexandra – whoever she was.

It didn’t take long to walk through the temple, around the sections that were corroded and eroded by the elements, before he came to a lone tree in a quaint garden. It seemed to be a centre piece, or a main plaza, but was now a focal point for the Force.

A figure was below it. He cast his eyes up the tree, and then down to the girl with silver hair.

"Alexandra of the Grey Jedi," he called.

[member="Alexandra Feanor"]

 

[Alexandra Feanor]

Alexandra felt Connor enter her home long before she would be able to look at him, her hands working to care for the tree while she waited. She did not recognize who it was, nor what their purpose was for being here, he had no hint of showing up before now either so she was quite surprised. Few came to visit this place anymore and now she was largely alone, meaning this man was someone from the past, a chance newcomer or had come with the intent of finding this place's sole resident.

For a few more moments she was left sitting there without any clear idea as to who would be showing up infront of her but she did not worry too greatly. Those that had a grudge with her were known by her and memorized. She knew when she was in danger and this one who had come was not such. Not to discredit them but the malice that comes off attackers was missing in that moment.

His first steps were as clear as day, her body still veiled in the illusion she crafted in order to appear still as she once one, albeit much younger than she should be. She did not mind assuming the age she should be, but if she was to place this illusion over herself in the first place, she preferred her younger appearance. It was also fun when there were those who did know her, finding the form of a woman who looked the same as she did when she had founded the Order those long years before.

With a smile she turned her head, hearing the title and the name that accompanied it. She gave up long ago correcting the use of jedi when someone spoke of her. It was a unavoidable reality that the man would see her as such so she gave him no correction. Instead, she simply waved for him to sit down beside her, waiting for his response to the silent request and choosing to remain silent until he had chosen.

Once he had, she would simply smile at him again and put her hand back on the tree, still feeding it while she sat there.

"I do not recognize you or atleast remember you. I apologize for that fact but I would be happy to be reintroduced. You already know my name so Ill leave you to choose what name to give me."

[member="Connor Harrison"]