Kamon's OOC
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With the loss of Ossus, there had been a brief transitional phase in which it seemed that everything was hectic. Life was scattered, and the Jedi were scattered throughout the galaxy doing the work necessary for the preservation and safety of the galaxy and it's citizens. Not much room was left for them to worry too much over Ossus falling out of their hands. Never-ending the reason why being less than savory.
Aboard one of the Praxeum ships, Barrien walked still wearing his combat armor. His shield affixed to his arm and his Lance strapped to his back. Both of his other blades were clipped to his belt. He rarely went anywhere without these things anymore because he never knew when he was going to have to leave and he preferred to be ready when he did have to.
Stopping outside the door to his Masters office, he knocked lightly and waited to be granted admittance. The padawan had much on his mind and a conversation with the Grandmaster was in order.
[member="Corvus Raaf"]
Aboard one of the Praxeum ships, Barrien walked still wearing his combat armor. His shield affixed to his arm and his Lance strapped to his back. Both of his other blades were clipped to his belt. He rarely went anywhere without these things anymore because he never knew when he was going to have to leave and he preferred to be ready when he did have to.
Stopping outside the door to his Masters office, he knocked lightly and waited to be granted admittance. The padawan had much on his mind and a conversation with the Grandmaster was in order.
[member="Corvus Raaf"]