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    Armegedons

    Before the Great Schism, not much is known about this unknown humanoid species outside of speculation and hearsay. Said to hail from a long destroyed planet in the Deep Core, a world known in basic as Armegedia, this species take on and derive their last name from it in remembrance. A near humanoid species in appearance, their only tell-tale differences are glowing eyes and silver to white hair atop their bronzed skin and strong sensitivity to the Force, traits that dominate genetics no matter what species they interbreed with. Outside of this, their history and truths are lost to the ages of time. The Great Schism The first recorded appearance of House Armegedon took place during the Great Schism where two brothers, Ojin and Tor Armegedon, were mentioned to have been a part of the Jedi Order until Tor Armegedon followed Xendor and Arden Lyn away from Ossus to Lettow. It is recorded that Ojin was forced to slay Tor at the Battle of Columus before he disappeared without a trace from recorded history. The Second Great Schism The next recorded appearance found in the Jedi Archives of House Armegedon takes place during the Hundred Year Darkness where a Jedi Master by the name of Scorpius Armegedon is noted as a highly decorated War Hero and Jedi High Council Member, as is his nephew, Sune Armegedon, a Jedi Knight who was present at the Battle of Corbos where the Dark Jedi were finally defeated. Another Armegedon, presumably Sune's sister or perhaps a cousin, was recorded amongst the defeated Exiles before their shipment to Korriban. Great Hyperspace War Two other Armegedons are recorded during the Great Hyperspace War. One is Lunus Armegedon, a Jedi Knight whom fell during the first Battle of Korriban and another is an unknown Armegedon overheard to be called Yan, a Sith reported to have been spotted during the second Battle of Korriban - however, it's unknown as to whether or not this variant of the Armegedon Bloodline actually existed or if it was speculation that was recorded. Other Known Armegedons Krell Armegedon - Republic Officer during Gank Massacres Yan Armegedon - Actual recording of the Sith Armegedon as a Naddist during the Beast Wars of Onderon. Shun Armegedon - Jedi Knight; Third Great Schism Leonis Armegedon - Jedi Knight, Revanchist; Krath Holy Crusade, Mandalorian Wars, Jedi Civil War, First Jedi Purge Lunari Armegedon - Republic Officer, Jedi Knight; Great Galactic War, Cold War, Galactic War, Revolt against the Eternal Empire, earlier parts of the Third Galactic War Septus Armegedon - Jedi Master; New Sith Wars Odin Armegedon - Republic Officer; New Sith Wars Cyrus Armegedon - Jedi Knight; New Sith Wars Jinn Armegedon - Jedi Knight/Master; Huk War, Clone Wars, Great Jedi Purge Rin Armegedon - Sith Inquisitor; Great Jedi Purge, Galactic Civil War Sun Armegedon - Alliance Officer; Jedi Knight; End of Galactic Civil War, Second Imperium Crisis, Yuuzhan Vong War, Dark Nest Crisis, Swarm War, Second Galactic Civil War, Lost Tribe of the Sith Emergence Ra'kel Armegedon - Jedi Knight; Sith-Imperial War, Second Imperial Civil War, Third Jedi Purge Ragnar Armegedon - Brother to Ra'kel Armegedon said to have settled down on Dantooine after the loss of his sister and his family's long history with the Force, also known as the last surviving member of the Armegedon lineage. Phantorius Armegedon - Self Exiled Jedi Master whom married the ex Sith Lord Marie Baldor and fathered Jedi Knight Scorpio Armegedon, New Republic Lt. Luna Armegedon and The Pirate Odin Armegedon.
  2. Tre' smiled toward the two as he stood up, his green gaze shifting toward the window overlooking Felucia's jungles as he stared out toward them and interlocked his hands behind him. "Yes. That is partial true. It does depend on how you use it, but it also depends on your nature." "The Force is like this planet, and in truth, all of nature. It is both light and dark, but neither at the same time. It simply exists, a energy that intertwines with nature as a whole." Tre turns back to the two, his mind lost upon his words as he tries to gather the right paraphrase to explain what he means. "In nature, it is balanced, neither light nor dark, a neutral element. But in the hearts of both sentients and creatures, it's characteristics are defined as light or dark, depending on their nature." Motioning his hand for both to sit, Tre glides past the past gracefully and kneels behind them. He reaches out his long and slender hands toward their shoulders and speaks. "Close your eyes and breath slowly and deeply. Calm yourselves and listen for the flow that surrounds us. For some, it sounds of music, others, it sounds of a stream, and even rarer, it sounds like a bustling city. But listen for its call and tell me what you hear." Dreg sat there mostly in silence, doing as Master Tre instructed. He took deep breaths in and exhaled them slowly, matching the rhythm of his heart nearly to the rise and fall of his chest, his ears twitching to every single sound that was made. But the Force did not call to him. He sighed deeply as he opened his eyes and looked backwards to Master Tre before turning to Solestran and checking her progress, Master Tre's gaze looking upon Dreg with compassion. He had tried this exercise at least three times that he knew of and still had not heard or felt its call. His gaze shifted to Solestran as well, wondering how she would fair.
  3. "You're welcome." Dreg spoke with a smile, or his attempt at one, as beings like Cathars and Shistavanen lacked the muscle movements humanoids held to truly mimic such expressions fully. Still, his golden eyes revealed his intent with openness. "I'll see you in the morning then." And with that, Dreg departed, leaving the girl to her own devices. She could access most of the areas around her, as Dreg instructed. But outside of the quarters of the Temple, she would need the presence of a full fledged Jedi to truly explore. Thankfully, Tre' was taking care of that at the very moment, sending a comm message out to a specific Jedi Knight he had in mind for the young girl. It would be awhile before this Knight would receive the comm, possibly longer should something befall Mjan. But Master Tre' had a knack for pairing newly Knighted Jedi with purposeful Padawans, and he felt this would be the most promising of his works. With that, he settled in for the night with meditations and a restful night's sleep. When morning came, Dreg was awaiting Solestran where he had left her the evening before. Once she arrived, he would guide her to where Master Tre' had instructed them to meet him, leading them past the courtyard where Tre had brought the young girl yesterday evening through another courtyard, past a meditation chamber, and into a training room. When they arrived, Master Tre' would be kneeling within the center of the room deep into his morning meditations. Yet, despite his depth of meditation, one of his eyes opened and his gaze fell upon the two as they entered. Returning to his stature, he spoke. "Tell me what you two know of the Light and Dark sides of the Force." Tre spoke, with Dreg offering up his own explaination of the two standing for good and evil amongst Force Users, but most importantly, he paid attention to what Solestran thought about the two.
  4. Tre' observed her as she spoke, her spirit filled with the brash innocence of youth. He smiled, as one similar to herself had wandered these very halls not long ago himself. "I see. So your father was Jedi?" He questioned her knowledge of her own sensitivity to the Force as his green eyes glared into her own, mindful of the similarities she held to this other pupil he thought of. Before she had a chance to respond however, his hand motioned one of the Initiates over to him, turning back toward her. "This is Dreg." His hand offering introductions to the Cathar. "Dreg, show her to her quarters, and both of you meet me here in the morning after a good night's rest." He chuckled. "We'll have a long day ahead of ourselves." With that, Tre' stood, bowing as he excused himself, and walked away, disappearing around a corner a few yards away. As he left, Dreg offered his large furred hand to introduce himself. "Don't mind Master Tre so much. His mind acts differently than ours, some would say faster in truth. But he's a kind and gentle soul like most of the Masters here, if not more so." Dreg motioned for Solestran to follow, first showing her the escalators that flowed down into the mess hall, then where the showers were all well as where she could acquire standard robes should she wish, and finally to where they would meet up in the morning before heading to meet Master Tre'. "Well this is where we will meet up in the morning. Your room is down that hall behind you, FD-4478." He said pointing across from him. "Mine is this way, MD-3568, if you need anything through the night." He said, this time pointing to his left straight ahead. "You should find everything you need in your room. Any questions before I head to bed?"
  5. Glad you're doing good girl. Miss ya.
  6. A brief moment of silence lingered upon the air after her exclamation, the smile upon his face hidden by the elongated fingers that stroked at his chin, his green gaze still falling upon her form as he slightly teased at her before he finally revealed the hidden smile. A slight chuckle could be heard snorting forth that resembled a Gamorrean grunt as he turned, placing a palm upon her shoulder to turn her with him. "I see child." He spoke, this time a more serious tone echoing within his gentle voice as he began walking away from the Temple's Entrance toward an inner courtyard where a handful of Initiates and Padawans were, some studying, some meditating, a couple sparing. "Tell me why you wish to become a Jedi young one. Why be so willing to give up such a long life ahead of you for a life of servitude and sacrifice?" Motioning for her to sit, his hand reveales a small pond with various fish swimming within, a duracrete barrier running its course around it, as he took a seat and motioned his hand across it's still surface, small ripples following its wake. "We Jedi are like these fish, confined to our duties, making sure the murky waters of darkness does not overcome our beloved Galaxy, and like the ripples my hand have caused to the water..." Just as he speaks, the fish within rush toward his hand, nipping at the path his hand made. "The Force is our only way of knowing when our Galaxy have been invaded."
  7. Despite the recent beefing of the security here at Felucia, it was still a relaxed atmosphere outside the refugee camps and within the Temple grounds for most travelers. Most were scanned and allowed entrance while Jedi Masters roamed its many halls making mental notes of each that visited, even some requiring the occasional probing approach if one's mind seemed too well guarded. One of these Masters was a Jedi Instructor by the name of Tre' Vo, a unique Kaminoan with green eyes whose slender form seemed to almost glide through its many halls as he walked amongst those seeking refuge, aid, or even medical help. It was during one of these visits when he felt a ripple of emotions pulsing about, his gaze shifting and falling upon a human girl that had recently walked in, the look upon her face echoing it both amazement and of confusion. With a smile, he made his approach. "How can I help you, little one?" He poised in question as he approached Solestran, his longer slender fingers intertwining as he clasped his hands together and bowed his elongated neck. "I am Jedi Master Tre' Vo, but you are welcome to call me Tre'." As he spoke, his green gaze fell upon her in his own wonderment, curious questions as to what had brought her to Felucia and what it was that she sought, tempted to but reluctantly not allowing himself to prowl about her mind as a small few would do, and instead choosing to let her reveal herself as she wished.
  8. As soon as Mjan climb aboard the blackened X-Wing, Rose' voice came across the comm, Mjan unsurprised by the gargled static that echoed through with her voice. His hands gripped tightly upon the fighter's controls as he gained a feel for it as he listened to her words. "Alright Mjan, our formation and maneuvers are simple. I'll take the head, you will take my left with Oden on my right and the twins will take up the rear." Her voice was sweet, and yet stern, but he understood the necessity for it. This was war, and everyone wanted to make it home. "Orders from the top are that we are to remain on a defensive standby until we are needed or engaged. Otherwise, let's enjoy the view as we kick some Sunner arse. Are ya with me boys?" The comms filled with a mixture of roars and screams as their excitement reached maximum, but Mjan remained silent as they began to lift off and set out into space, Mjan's control on the X-Wing a bit questionable until he exited Justice's Mandate and the ship leveled out in the vastness void of space. It was slightly different from his own, but the general concept was the same, albeit with it being slightly more touchy. Still, it didnt take long for Mjan to get a subtle feel for it and settle into formation. "It is an honor... Mjan finally spoke as they watched the distant expansion unfold. "I thank you for allowing me to accompany you in your Captain's fighter." The comms were silent for a moment before Jax spoke up, his tone more of a growl than a voice. "Dont mention it. Just survive."
  9. Once the Justice's Mandate entered hyperspace, Mjan left behind the Duros and started wandering about the ship. It was a strange feeling to say the least, as for the first time since starting his training as Jedi that the young Tsis had found himself not knowing what to do. So he walked aimlessly about, the clank of his saber like against the durasteel flooring of the ship drowned out by the hustle and bustle of the life that swarmed around him. Soldiers were preparing weapons checks for boarding parties, pilots running preflight scans on the fighters, and Jedi preparing themselves for the stance they knew they had to take. But Mjan was aimless, unsure what to do. So the young Tsis thought back to his time under Aira, remembering his training and the trials he had faced as he walked the halls and the hangar. Aira had been a guiding light, a hand to grasp when he was unsure. But when she wasnt around, he had always reacted upon instinct and the Force's will. He had always known what he was meant to do. But these Black Sunners were nothing in the grand scheme of things, at least in his mind, and this battle was nothing more than what he originally felt was a political ploy for the Jedi's behalf. Yet, as Aira had pointed out, a life saved was another blade of grass to settle the ripples of the darkness that threatened the serenity of the pond known as the Galaxy. But where was his place here? What was it that the Force had willed him here for? Mjan stopped, closing his eyes and stretching his mind about as he let the Force flow around him, feeling its intertwine with the nature of man and machine, searching for its reason. And that was when he heard it, felt it even. Opening his eyes, Mjan followed his flow, turning down hall after hall until he found himself back inside the hanger, a fighter before him. "Can we help you?" A feminine voice poised from beside him, a young Twilek girl gazing upon him with a rather confused look. "Who's ship is this?" Mjan questioned baxk, placing a hand upon the blackened X-Wing as he marveled at it before shifting his gaze toward her. "Is it yours?" Mjan noticed a look of sadness encompass her face as she turned back toward her three companions. "No. It was our Captain's. We... we lost him during the battle at Onderon." Mjan lowered his gaze in embarrassment, feeling as if he had overstepped a boundary by poising such a question. "Forgive me. I didnt mean to impose. I've recently finished my training and came here after my Master made my Knighting official and was lost about where I should be...." "So you're a Jedi?" Mjan heard her question, a sense of her mood perking up as she made the realization. Mjan smiled briefly, but only due to her excitement as he realized this couldn't have been where the Force had led him. "Only recently. That's why I feel so lost. So I searched the Force for my purpose in the upcoming battle and it led me here, or so I thought. But I can see your pain and I wouldn't impose..." As the girl heard Mjan and realized what he was meaning, her gaze shifted toward her companions, and Mjan turned to walk away, oblivious as to their shared nods and what would happen next. "Wait... are you a good pilot?" "I can fly, but I've never fought anything more than a couple encounters with pirates near my homeworld." Mjan spoke honestly, his face puzzled by her question. "Why do you ask? "Good enough for us Jedi." She spoke with a chuckle as she approached the young Tsis and wrapped her arm around his neck. "We're the X-Caliber Squadron.... cheesy name I know.... but I'm sure the Captain would be honored if you flew in his place." Taken aback, Mjan stood there in silence, unsure of what to say, but the girl drug him over to her companions and began introductions right away. "I'm Rose Vao..." She began, pointing toward her self before shifting toward a tall scruffy human. "This is Oden Sun, named after some silly God that his people worship...". Then she shifted her gaze and finger toward two male Cathars. " And these are the twins, Zac and Jax. Zac is the runt by the way." She laughed before turning toward Mjan. "And you are?" "Mjan....Mjan Sadow." Mjan spoke with a grin, nodding his head toward each of them. "Pleased to meet you." Just as Mjan spoke, the ship shifted beneath them as the klaxons began to blare with anticipation. Rose, Oden, and the twins began gathering their things as Rose slapped Mjan's shoulder with a smile. "Welcome to the X-Caliber Squadron, Mjan. Let's see what your made of. Lift off is in five." As the four departed, Mjan was left alone staring at the scarred blackened X-Wing, his gaze sincere and slightly saddened that he was taking the place of their fallen comrade. But a smile graced his face once again as he realized why the Force led him here. Five more blades of grass to deter the ripples of darkness set forth by those claiming the name of his kin. His mission of redemption was beginning.
  10. As Fazon spoke, Mjan took his words to heart and listened with attentiveness, letting the wiser Jedi's words linger in the air. The Duro was quite different from Aira, more militant and blunt than his Master had been. Not to say Aira didnt have her moments where the warrior within had shown through, but that she had a softer and gentler side, albeit a bit coddling if one such as Mjan had been outside looking in. Not to say she pacified the young Tsis, but as a Teacher, she was extra encouraging and softer upon his mistakes during training. And truth be told, outside his Jedi training, his scope was limited. So as he sat there and listened to the Duro speak, he realized his own weakness. He had been trained to be a Jedi, but not to be a warrior within the Fleet. And as Fazon spoke of his feeling worthy of such a title and the honor that came with it, Mjan questioned himself just for a moment. "I dunno if I would say worthy..." Mjan out loud in retort, mostly to himself that Fazon. "But Master Aira felt that I was." Only time would tell if Aira was right in her convictions about Mjan. But the young Tsis trusted her judgement and the sheathed pike he held in hand as a walking staff spoke of his own in volumes. An Apprentice may have been able to forge such a weapon, but only Mjan could attune it so precisely. It's aura matched his own with such strength that there could be no denying it. It was a weapon truly forged for a Jedi Sentinal. But what path would the battle ahead bring for Mjan? When presented the options, Mjan grew confused. It wasn't that he was perplexed by the Duros or his choice of words, but what path would be the Force's will. He had yet to even think upon his next choice of actions, only being led here for this moment. But now that he was given the choice, it was unclear. Even as he opened his mind up to the Force, it remained undecided. "Understood sir." Mjan finally spoke to Fazon, a deep sigh following his words as his gaze shifted aside as he heard the Justice's Mandate frame wail and shift as it entered hyperspace. "May the Force guide me well in the coming battle." He only hoped it would provide a clearer path as they grew closer to the moment when the Jedi brought the war to the enemy.
  11. As the Starfang landed gently within the flightdeck of the Justice's Mandate, Mjan let out a sigh of relief. Space was still a thing for one of his kind to get used to, himself having rarely stepped foot off Krayiss II but on two occasions during his lifetime, and the last lead him here to the Jedi Order. Grabbing the metal stave that hid his saberpike, he disembarked his ship and met with the elder Duros Knight with glee, the Tsis's golden eyes soft and kind, only amplified by the hue of his crimson skin. "Lt. Mjan Sadow reporting in". He spoke with enthusiasm as he stood firm and saluted the Jedi that stood before him with his left hand perching the spurred brow of his only seeing eye. "Forgive my tardiness. I only recieved the comm to report here when Master... I mean Aira Caden... dropped me off at Felucia to retrieve my ship after Ilum." As Mjan gazed toward the elder Knight before him, he could sense a bit of confusion upon the air, even for the Jedi before him, causing the young Tsis to wonder momentarily if Aira had reported his Knighting on Ilum to the Order. Returning his own confused look, he questioned. "My Knighting at Ilum was sanctioned, correct?"
  12. A small Starfang fighter exited hyperspace after having left Felucia and instantly hailed the Jedi fleet stationed above Borelias, notably @Adenna Alluyen. "This is Lt. Mjan Sadow, former padawan to Aira Caden, requesting permission to land." Already the realization of his new status was beginning to truly set in and he felt the loss of Aira deeply. But she had chosen to raise him to Knighthood for a reason and now he pushed himself forward to honor her hope in him. As a newly appointed Jedi Knight, as well as a Lieutenant in its naval fleet, Mjan needed to report in.
  13. MSA

    Ilum

    Mjan's eyes widened as Aira spoke, this day having been the farthest from his mind. He was motionless, speechless even as the saber fell to his side, deactivated, and Aira stepped up to embrace him. "I dont know what to say Master..." He managed to finally stutter out, a smile encompassing his tendrilled face. "I'm speechless." But as the words sank in deeper, his gaze reflecting the realization, it grew to become a bittersweet moment. He had passed his trials, had became a full fledged Knight of the Jedi Order. But it also meant that his tutelage under Aira had came to it's close and that the two no longer stood as Master and Padawan, but as two Jedi Knight, equals among rank, but only in that. A tear strolled down the Tsis face as Aira gathered her things, prompting Mjan to do the same. Throwing his satchel across his shoulder, Mjan turned to face Aira as she poised her last question, the clink of the saber walking staff echoing within the Temple's walls. With sadness and joy both filling his heart in abundance, Mjan spoke only a simple choice of words. "I suppose we should return to the fleet, Aira." Again Mjan smiled. Everything has an end as much as a beginning, and he - as well as his writer - has enjoyed this experience with everything that they are.
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    Ilum

    Mjan heard her words, and the chill upon his form disappeared as he took solace in her knowledge. He had began to wonder if he had seen a spirit of the past while in the chamber, but perhaps the spirit he saw was no less mortal than he, a being of no name and no face, only servitude until they were reclaimed by the Force. Instead of asking any more questions, Mjan simply gazed downward and echoed his thoughts out loud. "There is no death, only the Force." Raising his gaze as Aira returned and handed him the satchel of parts, he gazed at her with confusion as she spoke. He knew that Jedi built their own lightsabers and that it required the Force, at least from rumors he had heard in passing and what little Intel he had gathered from his studies. But the look he gave was one that questioned for further instruction. Surely Aira would offer some guidence in this task. Or so he thought to himself until she gestured him away. Shifting his gaze away, he felt tested, wondering if he could truly do it alone, as he turned toward the room's center where the light was the brightest. Sitting upon the chamber's floor, Mjan crossed his legs and poured the contents out before him, laying the amber crystal to the side as he looked through the parts. A firm look on his face, his eye shifted about as his mind raced through the possibilities that he could create. And indeed, the possibilities were endless. But what would fit him? Which would fit him the best? Mjan grabbed a few parts and began testing them against one another as if he was searching for the right connection, but couldn't quite figure it out. Placing the parts down after several minutes, Mjan sighed. Remembering Aira mentioning the Force's guidence, he opened himself up to it, beckoning for its aid. And it answered... To Aira, it was as if Mjan simply got still. But inside Mjan, and within the Force, the connection between the two delved deeper in unison than it had ever trailed before. Mjan had long been searching for what Jedi he would be when his training grew complete, his mind wreaked by so many possibilities and never having fully understood what was calling to him. But now, with his chosen crystal beside him, it began to fall into place like small pieces of a spoken puzzle. Mjan was Tsis, whom revoked his kin's path of the darkness within. So he chose to become a Jedi and leave his life as a Sorcerer of Tund to better understand the unified Force. And within the lightside, he found the answer which his former Order had always sought: The Force was nature, and Nature was the Force, two symbiotic Forces that relied upon one another to strive and flourish, and that the darkness within all disrupted and imbalanced the harmony of both. And Mjan knew that he, as a Jedi and a disciple of the Force would need to take up arms to defend it from such imbalance. He would be both a Warrior of the Light and a Philosopher of the Symbiosis, a Jedi of its truest nature. And his weapon would need to reflect such a path. This is why the amber crystal had called to him. But what weapon would he forge? Mjan's form began to move again, almost involuntarily. First the crystal lifted up before him, his eye closed to the world around him and his mind only open to the will of the Force as it guided his very soul. Next came the inner workings of the blade, two of each gathering on both ends of the crystal as the lightsaber began to slowly take shape. And then came the casing, long and cylindrical as the pike began to come together. But there were small differences that very few lightsabers held, especially for a pike. For one, the ignition switches were incased within rather than outside, signifying it could only be actived using the Force. Secondly, it was sealed tightly, showing that it could be used in any environment, even under water. And lastly, it held a duel phase emitter on both ends that would extend or decrease the blades length at will in the same fashion as its activation. But most importantly, two additional pieces were placed upon each end that closed off the saber's look and as it settled in Mjan's hand, it gave a simple appearence of a simple and yet elegant walking staff. And in that moment, Mjan's eyes opened and his gaze shifted downward. Using the staff, Mjan stood up, and turned toward Aira, a gaze of seriousness upon his face as his golden eye caught hers. With a clink of the metal staff, he stepped forward. "I've made my choice, Master..." He voiced in a humbled voice. "Though this weapon is made to defend against the dark, it will stand as a beacon of hope for all, even for Tsis like myself. I chose the pike as a semblance of protection and aggression, sheathed as a walking staff unless otherwise needed, and only as a last resort." With that said, Mjan removed the extended casings from both ends and held out his saber before Aira. "And now the moment of truth." He spoke with a smile as he placed both hands upon the staff and activated it, amber blades igniting on both ends, its subtle hum vibrating vibrantly as it illuminated his form. "What do you think?"
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    Ilum

    Mjan gazed down upon the crystal, its surface smooth, but its form jagged and elongated as he felt it's warm and soothing touch upon his healed hand. Its presence within the Force felt familiar, yet unfamiliar at the same time. It felt almost as if it was but a stranger who sat in solice and had waited many of millennia for this singular day to arrive. But at the same time, it felt as if it was kin, a long lost relative of no memory. It was hard for Mjan to describe the exact feeling in his mind, only that it felt that it had waited all this time for him and knew him more than Mjan could ever imagine. It was as mysterious as the Force, this feeling, it was. Mjan turned to begin his trek back, unsure of the exact path that had brought him, but his mind was clear and he could feel Aira's own presence in the distance. Feeling the cold air beginning to return, Mjan bundled himself up in his coat after removing it from his waist and placed the crystal into one of the pockets. But as he went to turn, he caught a glimpse in the distant darkness. It was a figure, clad in white and what appeared to be Gold trim with a similar mask adorning its face as it held a rather unusually long lightsaber hilt. Moving briefly in its direction, Mjan noticed it disappear, stopping the young Tsis in his tracks as the hair upon his form stood and small pimples raised with them causing him to shiver. Shaking it from his mind, Mjan turned back toward Aira's presence. A few minutes later, Mjan arrived before his Master, a grin upon his face from ear to ear as he pulled the crystal from his pocket and offered it up to Aira for inspection. But remembering what he had seen, Mjan's smile quickly disappeared, his gaze turning toward the direction he had came from briefly before returning to Aira. "Master?" He spoke, poising a question. "Are there Temple Guards down in the caves below?"
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