Roene Givrah

Through his meditation, Roene noticed the quick evacuation of his former master from the council chamber. His energy quickly pushed through the hall and he could sense his former master's presence moving through the structure. There was a purpose, Roene knew, for Kitt's movement, but the actuality of his movements were not clear. Kitt and the gathering of the Jedi was his reason for being here and meeting with his former master was the reason he was waiting outside of the council chamber. So, with his reason for waiting walking throughout the temple, he figured it was time to move. With a gentle tap to Elnia's shoulder, Roene slowly got to his feet and began to follow Kitt's energy pattern. He could hear the announcement as it rang through the temple and registered it as he walked, but it didn't stop him from moving. So, that's one question answered... Now, where's Kitt? He could feel his master flit through the facility through a keen understanding of his master's force signature, but without actually remembering the floor plan of the Jedi temple it was harder to pick him out than he initially figured. When he was just about to give up though, Roene spotted his master walking swiftly through one of the corridors and urged Elnia to quickly follow his steps. "Kitt!" Roene said through faint breaths indicating minor exhaustion as he tried to close the rest of the distance between him and the grandmaster, "might I have a word with you?"

Roene pat his apprentice softly on the back, feeling her exhaustion through not only her weary thoughts, but through her visual fatigued appearance. He knew not to be too rough though, because meditation required a keen focus that Roene knew very well and he could tell she had had some experience with it. Probably from Aryian's tutelage. In the meantime Roene had started to make some headway with the rock he had singled from the bunch he had collected. He realized that the water and the rock were two different entities, but he bonked himself metaphorically on the head when he realized that both of them required different approaches. It seemed common sense when you weren't openly thinking about it, but when he took another look at the situation he re-formulated his procedure. Instead of gentle hands formed delicately through the force, adhering to the element of water's basic essence, he formed a more rigid set of hands and stiffened his stance and posture. He pushed and pulled roughly with a stubborn perseverance and after about an hour or so of waiting, he could feel the rock give way and pieces of it began to move and fleck. It wasn't a smooth process and it didn't come without effort, but Roene's expression brightened when he saw some physical change in his subject. He was pleased with his experiment even though it took a while and tired him out, but after his first achievement, the Cerean felt it necessary to echo his apprentice's meditation to reflect on his process and rejuvenate his mind.

Roene had closed the grotto he and Elnia had practiced in and the temple with little time spent and was just about to pull further to the temple when a familiar presence brushed his consciousness. It was a whisper, but burned brightly when noticed, but Roene could hardly believe his perception... Galen... Is it really you? Roene's mind shot with questions and uncertainty, but he was very interested. However, even in his ecstatic haze he knew his duty was to his people. It was a rare thing to feel the presence of a strong friend on the planet, but he knew that Galen would remain for a while if he was truly here and Roene would see him eventually. Not wanting to slow Elnia down and trying to keep her from falling down from exhaustion, Roene barely let the startling pause last and kept moving despite his original impulsive intentions. He kept his mind hinted at the thought of Galen's return, but his eyes trained on the finished Jedi temple that he had seen several times in his travel. He knew each chamber well, each archway bore the mark of his metal arm and the waterfall that cascaded and gave accent to the incredible aesthetic of the temple, was something of a great deal of pleasant memories. Wan and Will were sadly nowhere to be found at the moment, but Roene's feet carried him further into the temple, past the living quarters, past the mess hall, and past the meditation chambers that littered the facility until he could feel his master's energy burning brightly in the council chamber. He didn't want to feel rushed or abrasive and did not wish to intrude upon their meeting so he sat and waited outside on the floor, indicating Elnia to follow. He could feel his padawan's thoughts as she reflected upon her exhaustion and tried to coax them into a positive reflection upon her ability not a push toward her weakness. Then, while he was waiting, Roene brought out a set of pebbles he had picked up on the road and was practicing a new form of elemental force manipulation on one of them to no avail. He figured that if he could move and shape water, he could stone as well, but it was proving more difficult as of right now and Roene knew it would be a while before he could do anything with it. Depending on how long the meeting lasted though, he might have a chance at making some headway. He had Elnia practice telekinesis on the rest - within reason, due to her exhaustion - but to keep up her senses and ability while she waited.

((I apologize for the length and the wording after all the time I've not posted, but I hope its enough)). The interest that his padawan took to the exercise was refreshing and to be teaching one so willing to explore the depths of the world was truly invigorating. He had spent a small portion of time with Durzo before his previous padawan fell into a deep coma, pushing him away from his potential and their potential relationship; before Roene could even get through their first lesson. Elnia was different though... She is essentially new to the world, seeing it with all its beauty and its destruction through a different medium. She knows only the force, because it is all she has to react through. It is all she's ever known”¦ Roene could remember vividly the day he spent learning how to manipulate and harness the fluctuations of a mighty waterfall, but was amazed when his young charge had completed a smaller iteration of the task in only a small fraction of the time. Amazing, simply remarkable”¦ Could it be her race's natural affinity for such force based methodologies? Maybe. Silently he watched as she formed a perfect sphere of water under his guise and then replicated it under the warmth of the sun embracing them both, keeping Tyue held back until she fell to the grass; he watched the stream of liquid gleaming blue energy as it transferred through her and embraced the water, caressing its luxurious sapphire form and portioning it back into the water even through Tyue's annoyed grumbles. Now it seemed the small canine's interests were centered on her toes even though a familiar sound started poking through trees to his and Roene's attentive ears. It seems Tyue's family wishes to revisit with the pup and see how he is doing. You may go”¦ The last few words of Roene's silent thoughts echoed through Tyue's mind and in a small affirmative glance the pup ran off into the woods toward a jovial sound of howling and barking. ”œCongratulations Elnia, on an appropriately executed sphere of water,”

Roene had taken notice of Elnia's adaptation to his companion and figured it would be soon time to find her own. After all, it was a boon to naturalists in their commune with the world around them. She didn't have to though and it would ultimately be her choice should she decide to, but it was a definite possibility. Roene was bemused, to say the least, at Elnia's lack of interest in writing. It is an archaic practice true, but sometimes it helps to document things. It helps to express notions about one's self and their feelings; it helps to document feelings in general and to store personal observations for later examination as well as histories of knowledge to rally toward in search of past and present truths. There was eagerness in his padawan that he couldn't ignore though and it was the eagerness that seemed ever present in younger individuals like him. She just wants to dive in head first. She wants to know, she wants to understand... She wants to 'see', but to run before you can crawl is overwhelming. I should help her to see the importance of foundation and then work from there. We can work on writing and reading later. Lost in thought, Roene almost forgot to answer his padawan's earlier question. He waited a moment for Tyue to finish a scrap of meat and join them on the docking platform though, before responding. "Why yes, the temple is on the other side of the forest so we will be heading in that direction. After we check in though we will probably be resting and training in that very same forest for quite some time. I wouldn't say I know it like the back of my hand, but its presence is very comforting to me and I know it well." Roene replied, stepping out of the shuttle and feeling the heart of the forest from the landing pad. ”œAlright,”

Roene looked at Elnia for a moment, before she re-examind a previous point. "So a companion then?" It was repetition of something Roene had said before, but it was an honest question regardless. He looked at Tyue through the arrayed seating ont he shuttle and felt his heartbeats fluctuating through the atmosphere of the ship. He could hear his pup's breathing as it rose ad fell, slightly tickling the air in front of his nose. The companionship he felt with Tyue was something closer than he'd had with most of the people in his life, aside from what was left of his family anyhow. When Roene was going to continue with the Miraluka history though and explain the destruction of one of their home worlds centuries ago, she seemed to pop up with another question, this one seeming a little humorous even if it was pertinent. "What would be the purpose of writing?" Her thoughts seemed intriguing and Roene almost had to stifle a laugh, because the comment seemed so preposterous. However, when the aspect of her blindness surfaced in his mind and the proof of over abundance of technology swam around his body propelling him through space, it didn't seem quite as humorous. "Well, I understand the oddity of writing out things onto actual paper, but what will happen if you find yourself somewhere where there is no technology? What will you do if you run out of convenience? Sure there are Data Pads that you can type with and I can show you typing as well, but writing and reading are the basic foundation of not only our galaxy as it is today, but as it was centuries ago and now doubt as it will be centuries in the future. So, there is an intended aspect of pertinence to actually learn how to read and write." Replied Roene with a very scholarly tone in his voice. "Also, even though it may seem absurd for you to learn to write when you can't see, you may forget that you can see with the force quite fine. In fact, you see better with the force than most who see with their eyes, so there would be no reason you couldn't be able to see a book or sheet of paper." Roene took a few moments to explain a bit more, the usefulness of writing, but the ship was nearing its destination and would soon be landing in the main city on Tython. One step closer to the Jedi retreat. ((Next post on Tython goes to you Elnia))

(sorry... wrong alias)

"Well, to address your first question, the Garral is my companion. A 'pet' if you will, but in a different sense. I can communicate with him and understand him on a higher level than most people not touched by the force could. I would suspect that many assume 'pets' a fairly vulgar practice and I assure you Tyue, pronounced Tee-you-ay, is still on the level of most pets his age because we have only just gotten to know each other. As time passes though, I hope to reach into his consciousness and integrate mine with his, building a rapport with the animal stronger than most bonds formed by humans." Roene said, eying the little puppy as he went to sleep, curling into a ball and resting in his corner on a small bed-like contraption. Then, as the conversation drifted into an open silence, Roene slowly stood and moved closer to Elnia, speaking through the force to give Tyue some peace as he rested. Now, as to your admission and acceptance I must say that focusing on your particular heritagem or familial line, is quite a bit more difficult than just discussing the Miraluka themselves. Still, my promise extends to more than just knowledge of your people. You seem at a distance with the world around you. You seem to be able to speak clearly enough, but I feel as if, if I gave you a pen and told you to write, you would struggle. There seems to be a great deal of absence in you that I would correct or aid in time, if given permission. Roene said, breaking a moment and letting the words linger in the air between them. To start you off though, I will return to the Miralukan discussion. I can begin with what I know about them and we'll go from there. Roene said, his hands communicating his inquisitive, yet instructive tone even though he was communicating breathlessly through the force. He held his head relatively level and paced about the ship for a little while thinking deeply to himself for several seconds before beginning again. The pure blood Miraluka are a species who are born without eyes and instead left with eye sockets. However, where this particular deficiency would leave a normal man or woman without sight, a Miraluka has the extraordinary and inherent ability to see everything through the force. You may notice this when you look upon other Jedi or Sith. They radiate the force, because they channel it. The Jedi and Sith are siphons and the force and endless source of energy that composes everything in the universe. So, in essence, you can see everything around you extremely well because of the force energy flowing throughout and around the galaxy. Roene paused for a moment, taking time to breathe and then resumed his lesson with Elnia, looking at her through the force as she was to him. Now, as to their culture... The Miraluka are a thoughtful, cautious, and deliberative species. They had little interest in personal gain or glory. For social reasons, Miraluka hid their appearance by wearing a headband, a mask, or similar concealing headwear and in your case a scarp of cloth. In addition to these defining characteristics, all Miraluka were very united by race. They called themselves "brothers" and were considered as members of a great family. As a Force-using species, Miraluka were often quite shocked if 'shown' life not connected to the Force. The Miraluka that lived on Katarr were strong enough that even they felt the Battle of Malachor V. So, when something is cut off from the force it is disturbing and alien to them, because they can't see it. As a deficit to their sight, if it can't been seen through the force, a Miraluka can't see it at all. So, stay away from ysalamari. Many Miraluka worshipped two gods, Ashla and Bogan, through the philosophy of The Greater Force. They did not believe in Good or Evil, but were taught to accept both life and death... Roene paused in mid oration to once again look at his padawan. Do you have any questions so far?

Roene stifled a chuckle for a moment as the ship stayed its course, steadily weaving a course to Tython. He had to admit the situation was a little humorous, but Tyue didn't know better and her panicked outbreak might have sent the puppy into play mode, which would've probably freaked her out more. Meanwhile Tyue was a little shocked by the sudden retreat of his new toy, but his master retrieved him from the ground and scolded him before he could resume. Needless to say, Tyue was a little disappointed and went to the back corner of the ship to pout a little, but Roene gave him a treat while he waited so he could munch on something else. Roene returned to Elnia after tending to the matter and tried his best to calm her down with his presence. He sat in a chair adjacent to her, letting the ship settle into auto-pilot and looked across at the young Miraluka whose hair was still a mess. "Well, Tyue sure did have an effect on you." Roene said with a broad grin. Tyue picked his head up a moment to respond to his name, but when he realized it was just in conversation, he put it back down and resumed munching on his treat. "Tyue is a Garral puppy I adopted from a pack of wild Garral on Tython. Garral are a species of Canine that aren't really native to any one planet, even though there is a large concentration on Wayland, but they are speckled in environments throughout the galaxy pending the best suitable environment for them." Roene said, trying once more to relax the unsteady feelings of his apprentice. "Now" Roene orated in a familiar tone, "There was something you asked on Gala and although I do wish to answer it, it has come to my attention that there is something odd about your education; it doesn't seem to really exist. I sense befuddlement on your surface thoughts where there should be clarity, even when speaking of your own race. So, I am most curious. Would you like to learn more? We probably won't have all the time in the galaxy as we sail off to Tython, but whatever I don't teach you here I can let you know or school you through on Tython as your training in being a Jedi begins. My race is well known for knowledge retention and most of my early life was spent in libraries and schools anyhow."

With Elnia's consent, the Jedi Knight waited until she was comfortably adjusted on his back, grabbing onto his shoulders. Then he set his feet on the ground of the meadow bordering the woods they had just left... and... CRACKA - KOOOM!!! A strike of thunderous sound punctured the silence and tranquility of the environment that Roene and Elnia had just been in. He could feel a surge of energy pour through him as Roene's feet shot out at an accelerated rate, pushing away from the ground nimbly as he sped through the force, making sure with a thoughtful application of telekinesis, that Elnia didn't fly off. Wind blew passed his face with reckless abandon and his lips were peeling back due to the thrust of his stride, but everything in the force remained clear in his eyes, as if time had slowed. He could see where things were, so avoiding crashes was simple enough and in the end he managed to get the two of them all the way to the docking platform in a manner of a few minutes. When they arrived at the ship that Roene had been using for the past few days, he stopped his sudden stride and dug firmly into the ground, displacing a significant amount of his kinetic energy outside of his body to compress the speed at which he was running and effectively dissipate the momentum without too much damage being done to either driver or passenger. There was still a little jolt though and the Cerean's balance was a little shaky at first, but Roene managed to even his stance out and get Elnia comfortably off his back with minimal issues. Roene's white hair was a little wild cloud and his clothes were a little, winded, as it were, so he took a few moments to brush himself off and opened up the entrance hatch to the shuttle, getting a few welcoming barks from his loyal companion Tyue. Seeing it of interest that Elnia hadn't heard of Roene's traveling companion, Roene told her about how he met and befriended Tyue on Tython. That was where he helped his mother out in a beneficial way and since the pup took a liking to the Cerean, his mother was comfortable with letting him go. In the meantime, Roene checked to make sure Elnia made it into the shuttle alright and was buckled in before he began the pre-flight check and eventual lift off towards Tython. Tyue, occupied in his own thoughts for a little while, eventually took notice of the other one in the shuttle's cabin and began nibbling playfully at her toes; he wasn't used to seeing bare feet, but they still smelled similar to the shoes he loved so much to play with. ((Feel free to post in the space thread on our way if you want. Elnia and Roene can talk more on the planet's surface, but I figured you might still want your question answered before we land.))

"Yes Elnia, the force does run through everyone and everything, binding us together, but with that pertinent mantra running through every Jedi's skull, do they ever really focus on what it means?" Roene said with a little bit of a rise in his voice and a scholarly ring to his voice. "It is harder to decipher than you might think and many historians, Jedi and scholar alike have tried to delve into the mysteries of the force, but I, having had this particular line read to me by my Master - who is consequently now the Grandmaster of our Order - Kitt Fitt, have taken the statement and tried to conjure my own meanings to it and the force in general. Not that these are much different than the order itself or are of any paramount scholastic basis, but I feel it is best to try and see things in your own way some times." Roene orated, leaving his hands to move where they may as he felt like an old teacher just rambling on with old stories and anecdotes. After his little speech though, his movement slowed and his attention rested on the weapon that Elnia had bequeathed to him for a moment or two. He had seen it on her before, but was debating whether or not it was something else. However, the light saber seemed awkward in her hands; the hilt seemed more of weight then of substance and the weapon itself seemed to detach itself from her. This didn't erase the fact that emotions on the surface of Elnia's consciousness wanted to keep the light saber as a memory of her former master, but certain things would need to be taught before she'd be able to use it, even at a disadvantage. "However, that is news for another time, I am a little curious about... This" Roene paused, looking at the light saber in her hands once more and pondering deeply about its purpose. " I am a bit surprised that you have it; as highly renowned a master as Aryian, I am slightly suspicious of him giving you a light saber so early in your training especially when such a weapon garners knightly experience amongst the Jedi. Knowing that you have one though makes practice with a real one a bit easier, even if you don't seem harmonized with the blade itself." Roene posited, going on in his scholarly voice, sounding a little older then his current age of 19. Even his platinum white hair stood in stark contrast to his bright young age, but he supposed that acting older would help give the young woman a better impression. He wasn't sure though and since he wasn't a common practitioner of training Jedi padawans, he had a lot of time to practice. "I suspect he gave it to you for protection before his sacrifice to let you live, which is as good a reason as any and more then enough for me to let you to continue wielding it, especially since, according to your recollection, you aren't very keen to the idea of fighting, which is a virtue we share." Roene said with a warm smile brightening up his slightly moderate complexion, bringing a wispy cloud like nature to the tufts of hair he had for eyebrows and his now full beard. It wasn't long enough to constitute a lack of upkeep, but still maintained its form. "I-..." Roene's concentration broke for a moment as a warm echo stood poised on the edge of his consciousness. It dwindled in intensity as it moved through his thoughts, but Roene could tell of its presence through the force. "I sense a disturbance in the force." Roene said echoing a cliched tradition of Jedi catchphrases throughout the years. The Jedi Knight moved a few paces back and forth and tried to triangulate where the signal was coming from and why it was so familiar. Then, when he least expected it, the sensations barreled into his head, cascading like written words in the forefront of his mind. Oh, Master Kitt? On Tython? What does he need? Roene's face contorted slightly at the news and although he knew his business was with Elnia... Wait. All jedi? Roene double-took for a moment and looked straight at Elnia with a smile. "Elnia, it is time for us to depart. You may have felt the vague echo of a call through the force just now; well, it is much more than that and if you probe once more at it, you will notice that its presence is growing. It seems my former master is sending a beacon to all the Jedi and the signal originates from Tython, which historically, is the ancient spot where the Jedi Order was born years ago. What he plans to do there, I have no idea, but I am concerned all the same." Then, after a few moments of gathering his things, he quickly summoned Elnia and started running through the woods toward the edge. He tried to make sure Elnia was okay from time to time though, by checking with her every now and then and picking her up if she fell down. Running at any speed made regular communication difficult so, since Roene had more to tell her, he thought communicating telepathically the rest of the way would be ideal, even if it did freak her out. I am aware you accepted my teaching and I will teach you; it is a call from the grandmaster that I must answer, but I will teach you. I would also like you to accompany me in communication with my former master so that I may take knowledge of your safety and whereabouts; that, and with Kitt being the Grandmaster, you might learn a thing or two from him. Roene voiced softly through a telepathic channel at Elnia, hoping it wouldn't freak her out too much this time. He was finally reaching the edge of the forest and working his way across the grasslands to the docking platform,when he decided to try something. He could tell, due to her fall from earlier and no doubt her stumbling through the woods that Elnia was a little less than light on her feet sometimes, so Roene stopped for a moment, taking care once more to catch Elnia if she fell down and offered her a ride on his back. It will be a little risky, yes, but if you sit up there nice and tight, and grab a hold of my shoulders, we should be able to get to the docking platform quickly.

Roene felt a small bit of unrest in his probable pupil as he voiced his open request. He didn't really notice a spike of nervousness or anxiety brewing within her, but more a sudden movement from behind him, which suggested a sudden jump or shake. Yes, Teacher, it does. This is something I've never seen a Jedi do before. the voice was quiet, but audible through the Force. It has been a long time since I have seen Aryian or anyone else I knew, but he gave me a chance at a new life with the Jedi and I promised to see it through. It's the only way I can repay that gift. I would be honored if you would teach me. Roene warmed inside and a smile brimmed to the surface of his face, marked by a powerful feeling of happiness. He knew Durzo wasn't a lost cause, but felt renewed now that he had someone to teach; someone to pass the vision of the force onto and continue the stretch of knowledge bound by those who would and do wield it wisely. He let the water drift back into the pond and listened to her as she spoke and preened a little at her compliment. He knew other jedi could do this, or similar techniques, so the remark wasn't without fault, but Roene withdrew the negative and decided to receive the complement as it was meant to be given. He continued to look at Elnia, not concerned with eye contact because she needed none, and although he knew she couldn't see him, he only hoped that she felt the same warmth and connection that he was. "It is possible for you to learn what I have to teach you, and the technique I have already shown you, but that requires several things." Roene said, his demeanor going from happy to a bit more serious in the span of a few seconds. Not mean, just serious. His eyebrows lowered and his smile turned more into a flat line, but the warmth from before was still there. "First, you must have a good grasp or knowledge of the force as it is and how it works, how we work with it and how it works with us. Then, you must begin to work on the practical uses of such a connection and how to use the functions in everyday situations. Then I will show you the code all Jedi should live by, and finally give you the key on your trials to Knighthood." Roene said, labeling each task with a finger on his right hand, but making sure to amplify each selection with the force. "The path you take on your knighthood journey may bend towards nature and the skills I have performed for you, but as you train with me your opinions may change, your preferences may yield different fruit and for that I must ask you to keep your mind open." Roene said softly as he spread his hands out. "Once you understand this we may begin your training. Before we get started however, I would like to know what it is you already know how to do. As a Miraluka I understand you see with the force, but what beyond that can you do with your sight or skill. What did Aryian teach you?"

Roene could sense a great deal of uncertainty swimming within the forefront of Elnia's mind as he sat renewing his hydraulic act of playfulness. She was recalling vague memories of her master Aryian and probing the light of her possible future, trying to find her place. Roene knew the feeling; the Cerean had felt similar things on the Enigma before he abandoned his position and left Kitt unknowingly for Tython. Some idle thought struck him though as he sat peacefully breathing in the morning air. Is this something that I can do? Hmm”¦ Roene wondered in response. It seems she is indeed genuinely curious. I wonder how much she knows already. After all, training with Aryian should've been a decent and worthwhile experience training wise. He didn't really know though, because he hadn't met the master personally and hence didn't understand much about the man in general, but his entire family was rather adept and experienced within the force and his dossier suggested not only heavy training, but a great deal of experience in a number of diverse areas and branches of Jedi discipline. As Roene continued forward though, taking care not to mention his idle thoughts to the contrary and playing instead with the water's surface, Roene began to perform less complex tricks and began thinking of his own position and his recently departed Padawan. Could I teach this one? Roene whispered idly to himself through his eyes and movements, with no hesitation in his arms or hands. Then, without flinching, Roene managed to push a soft cool voice through the silence and into Elnia's mind. Roene didn't look; he didn't pay her glance nor show her the intricacies of his movements in the water, but instead chose to keep his processes to himself for the moment. He merely continued his movements and began communicating with her internally as if nothing were in between them. The upkeep of both powers simultaneously was a little bit of a drag, but he managed to remain steady in the timber of his ethereal voice and managed to keep it consistent throughout his speech. So does this interest you young one? Do you wish to join the ranks of your master? Would you become my padawan and resume your training?

Roene was thrown a little off by the timid response by what looked to be a pretty normal sixteen year old woman. She was a little odd, Roene admitted to himself, acknowledging the weird clothes, but something about her was”¦ Scared? Roene's curiosity drew him as far as the surface of her mind, grasping at the flux of her thoughts and emotions, seeing the ebb and flow of her mind as if it were essentially its own pool. Her internal struggles were her own to keep for another time however. That, and Roene couldn't really delve too far into a sentient's mind without taking a great deal of his own focus and energy; this was a way for Roene to touch the surface of her notions and get a sense for why she was behaving so timidly and closing herself off. A great deal of subtle turmoil built up and truncated her thoughts. Dark mental regions, that Roene stared at for a few seconds were rooted in deep seeded mental passions and thoughts, but Roene couldn't seed them out. Elnia seemed clouded by something that Roene couldn't quite grasp, but something about her suggested it was fairly traumatic. He was concerned, but it didn't seem that these dark regions of her immediate mind were dominating her thoughts; instead, it seemed like her thoughts tried to work against the darkness that lingered which was an interesting but welcome phenomena that perked Roene up some. This one has potential”¦ But is she a student? In the midst of all of his subtle meditation, Roene managed to sit back down by the pond, accompanied by the woman who sat as well, with her posture oddly held even in as confused and as shy a temperament she was. When the girl offered to leave though and turned from the point of interest, Roene clasped her hand gently, trying to stop her from leaving, but not trying to yank her arm out of its socket. He hoped it didn't freak her out, but for the moment he didn't really want to let her go. She was of an interest to him and poked at a past he thought he'd long parted with. Plus, she seemed broken in a way. It may have been a mean thing to say out loud, which is why Roene didn't say anything, but to Roene the Miraluka seemed broken. She could speak pretty good basic, but when it came to other things, they just seemed absent in the girl's young stance, posture and the way in which she handled herself. ”œYou did interrupt me.”

Roene sat with his back to the primary green of the forest, breathing deeply into the pool before him, drawing his hands to his face and softly clasping his face for a moment. His eyes were closed and, based on a technique he read in a dusty holo journal years ago, he began to focus on his mental ailments; his stresses, his worries, his disappointments and his mental angst. Deep thoughts of regret flowed like threads of black wire in Roene's mind down through each vein of his body. Then, the Cerean pushed his hands slowly away from his face, channeling his previous mental alacrity through the tips of his fingers and back into the palms of his hands, which were now cupped before the cool waters. Then Roene drew his hands into the cold depths and retrieved his own pocket of its luxurious clear bounty. He took it higher than the calm level of the water's surface and breathed his negative feelings and thoughts through the lines in his hands and into the water, swirling it around and pushing it into every pour of the water's natural essence. It felt cold and bracing on his rough calloused hands as Roene held his bounty high over the pool. Once Roene's thoughts began filtering through to it though, the clear water began to cloud and fill with muck. Roene honestly didn't expect much from the small ritual because it came from a really old archive, but it was all a curious sight nonetheless. However, the only question was where to dump it? Roene thought for a few moments and although he felt frustrated by his lack of options and the negative outcomes his moves could potentially have, he felt it best to dump it on the ground and not back in the water. Unrest in the natural ecosystem of the pond could potentially be hazardous to all the living organisms in the water, but a small ailment in the soil could be regulated rather expediently. So, the Cerean turned his body around to the bank of the pond and began to filter out the murky water onto the soil, taking care to monitor it as it fell and account what reaction it had with the plant life underneath. He wanted to make sure the least amount of damage was held by the land, but he had no other choice. The murk of the water fell through Roene's fingers like abrasive grease and hit the ground with a small, but odd plop, indicating the oddity of weight or mass when it seemed relatively clear that the grease was extremely light. Then, the darkness of the murky substance just lay on the ground like an uncomfortable tumor that neither moved nor sank into the ground. It was interesting, but disturbing at the same time and although Roene was concerned, he decided to turn away from it for the moment and go back to his original water manipulation exercise, only to be interrupted by a loud thump behind him which sounded human sized. Roene was a little concerned by the action, but was sure that no immediate or constructive care was needed. Roene was tapped into the world around him and even if that world didn't extend very far beyond a certain radius due to his skills, Roene could still feel as the girl hit the ground; the fall wasn't lethal. His concern grew little when her form stood and brushed itself off, but ultimately his curiosity as to her presence, because, oddly enough it felt familiar. Roene stared back at the pond in a futile repose, trying to focus on his previous exercise, but the girl still occupied his mind, curiously probing about as if she were”¦ blind... Roene stood slowly and turned around just in time to see a sixteen year old facing back at him with a curious expression. She was wearing a blindfold, but something about the young woman seemed off, even without the blindfold and medical garb. Roene remembered something he read once about people who blindfolded themselves, but the moment of recollection was lost within another as his friend Galen seemed to play through his mind in a brief, but welcome flashback. ”œYou”¦”

Roene's ship, that was consequently borrowed from Gala in the first place, set down on the hangar landing pad softly at great difficulty to its Cerean pilot. The Cerean in question was a little jostled, but as he moved to the back and wrapped up his possible student, he realized not only had the student not woken from his coma, but he hadn't been jostled at all. Good... We don't need him waking up with a broken bone or a mysterious bruise now do we? Then, not wanting to waste any more time, Roene hastily retreated, past his angry puppy and into the Jedi temple to the infirmary he knew was there. He checked the halls before him as he went, feeling as his robes wafted about him, to make sure he could get through them without much interruption, but a few students still managed to stop and congratulate him on his knighting. It wasn't really needed and Roene was in a hurry, but they managed to accommodate to his needs quite well and weren't irritated when he pushed past them and into the medical room. Roene was a little flustered because he'd been worrying about his student for the past few days, so he didn't really notice the patients around him nor the sterile drought that hung moderately over the din of medical machines, but he managed to find an open bed and check Durzo in with minimal hassle. Roene managed to stop a few droid nurses in mid stride and they said, "It would be a while before any actual medical specialists could handle Durzo, but at the moment he would be fine where he was." Their responses seemed a little put off though and their thoughts were definitely elsewhere. A small chirping sound went off in the back of the room as a little machine popped out a reading and before Roene could ask another question the nurses were off, leaving Roene dumbfounded with his finger in the air and his mouth half open. It seemed like business was going on whether Roene really needed anything or not so the Cerean figured it best to leave. He paid his respects to his student before he left then slipped his hood on and exited the temple to get a refreshing breath of air. A few students volunteered to follow him, hanging on his knees as if to pull a show of curiosity and passion to learn, but Roene politely refused their company and started walking toward the nearby forest. It had been a while since Roene lived in a forest like this one, but being as close to the Temple as this forest was, meant that very little unrest was hanging here. He could feel the tranquility of the wildlife though his feet as he took off his shoes and allowed his toes to sink into the grass. He could feel the breathing of the wind within the trees as he lifted his arms and held them out to the sides, playing with branches and leaves as they fell to meet his fingers. Roene was at one with the wildlife around him and followed the moisture of the ground to a small watering hole nearby. It wasn't too deep, but it was as clear as the skies were blue, echoing the beauty of the sun in its empty waters, bending the beautiful rays of light as they cascaded to the ground. Roene took a moment to relieve his robes from his body and enjoyed feeling the breeze across his skin. He still could feel the shirt which covered his chest, but his arms were livened by the cold essence of the morning air as it blew over the hairs on his arms. Roene took his hands and measured their distance over the water, takign time to pause at different increments over it and brought part of the pool's flow with his hands as they went. Then, he brought his right hand higher than his hand's original plane of movement and began to wave his arm gently up and down in geometric patterns. At first, very little happened as his fingers reached out on the guidance of his musical movements, but at the smooth texture of his gestures, a small response came from the water as waves began echoing the Cerean's movements and slowly a ball of water, dripping pieces of its essence, began to bob in and out of the water in geometric patterns, mimicking Roene's seemingly meaningless movements.

Roene's words fell upon Durzo with enough potent weight to send him into a severe coma that Roene hadn't the foggiest how to control. The Cerean put his head in his hands and regretted his predicament, trying to find a ready solution, but couldn't think of any significant answer. He sought the force as a guide and fed slowly from its water in hopes that its subtle hum would encourage his thought process, but every path led him to the same conclusion. He needed to get off this planet. His student, or possible student, couldn't survive the wilds in a coma and as such, needed to be transported to a better spot. So, Roene picked the Zabrak up from the ground and walked back to his ship, giving careful precedent to his steps, trying to be considerate of the man in his arms. Tyue was a little confused by the new visitor, but began nibbling at the Zabrak's ears as soon as Roene set him down in the back. The Garral was scolded a little for his actions, but ultimately Roene was in a hurry to get off planet and figured Gala would be a good place to stop.

((All of his speech is telepathic, btw)) Durzo! My apprentice, open your eyes”¦ Roene stretched his right hand from its motion, carrying a piece of shrapnel to metaphorically probe Durzo's mind as if he had it with him in the air. He focused what power he had left through his kasha crystal and as he pulled the last piece of wreckage away and into the woods, the Cerean pulled all of his attention to his sobbing apprentice. The rain was shooting now, pouring its leaves of sapphire upon the autumn of Durzo's despair. The man had lost so much; more than he'd been willing to spare and Roene could feel his pain. He could relate to the loss of a loved one, but he knew that relation or empathy wasn't the same as actual feeling. The Cerean continued to hold Durzo's attention, pulling him to his feet and pulling his hands from his puffy red eyes, taking the psychological dagger and pulling it gently from his heart. Listen to me. I know I could never communicate to you how much I understand your pain, because often these feelings we experience are hard to tear away from us and hard to accept when put in different words, but this”¦ Roene noted telepathically as he gestured to the bodies, cleaned of blood by the purifying rain. It happens every day. We cannot control the ebb and flow of life beneath us. Even studying the force deeper than I myself have walked has only revealed perversions of such life when it was recreated. We cannot prevent this, it is natural. Yes it is sad, but not every story is filled with happiness. However, Roene said telepathically after a small pause to let the cold air and sounds of rain fill their silence. There is certain majesty to life, even in death. I think it is time that you see. The rain was letting up a little, pouring small pockets of fog around the crash site and the bodies that lay there, creating a sort of reverence for the field of macabre. Roene walked slowly over to the weeping Iridonian and embraced his shoulders to hopefully comfort the shifting of his body, experimenting with his powers of the body by trying to send calm and relaxing sensations throughout the Zabrak's body. When he felt he'd finally gotten his apprentice's attention, the Cerean placed the palm of his right hand on Durzo's head and pushed his mind and optical nerves into the force spectrum. He showed him the visions of sapphire that resonated throughout the site and the energy that drifted through the earth and up to the heavens. It was omnipotent, omnipresent and ever beautiful. All Roene did was amplified Durzo's existent senses and knew the aesthetic of his own force experience, but couldn't decipher if Durzo was sharing the same illuminating blue, or if he was part of quite another powerful dream, phasing through the ever growing world of the living force. Everyone sees the force differently”¦ Everyone deals with heartbreak differently”¦ There is no death, there is the force. Keep these words close to you. You may deal with your sorrow, your misery your hatred, but do not let them control you. Do no feed off of these irrationalities for they will corrupt you. You will drown in the sorrow of your pouring tears and wallow in the anguish of your misery only to cripple yourself emotionally and deafen yourself to the potential there is all around you. These are the ways of the Sith. They feed from the power around them as opposed to sharing in the power that exists. Some may say this is more powerful, but power drawn from others only serves to corrupt. There is no benefit in feeding from sorrow, because it is where cruelty and darkness and hide. I will not see you fall, because I believe in you. I trust you to see the truth in this matter and I trust you to come back. We will do what we can however we can. I will do my best to help you understand and in understanding I will help you to believe in yourself and erase your doubt. You can do this...

"Alright..." Roene said softly, pacing his answer with a smile still brimming upon his face, hoping to give comfort to Durzo who, although relaxed, still felt slightly off. Roene could feel his pain like a sharp needle of it was burrowing through the apex of Durzo's back. Roene did his part to help remove the needle, as did the Zabrak himself, but Durzo's pain was far from entirely absent. Seeing that there was no more to be done as of yet though, Roene decided he was ready to leave and indicated as suche with a curt, "Let's go." Roene's robes shifted softly in the morning breeze as he moved around the clearing; he could feel the dew ever present on the grass and his shoes began to moisten at the touch of nature's morning greeting. The pressure inherent in his weight was minimal, but the moist ground was ever present and ever pleasant; the beauty of the morning beads that brought crystal light to the world in luminescence garnered from neighboring stars, was persistent in its presence even when its residence took up such little notice in the nooks and crannies of the environment. Roene could feel moister in between his toes than he had before and the cold temperature brought not only a surprisingly loud exclamation at the loss of warmth in his feet, but a renewed calmness in the soles of his feet, who were callused and had garnered so much fatigue on his way here. Roene took a moment to enjoy the much needed soothing sensation, but turned around slowly, wrapping his pack around himself, securing his robes a little, and began walking off in the direction of the ship crash. The peace of mind he hoped to gain from this journey and his actions to come was nowhere near the level of assistance he wished to pay to his new found friend. By Durzo's reaction alone, Roene could tell this was not only going to be a very good experience for him, but Roene felt that it was going to be the start of a long lasting friendship. He felt the warmth of companionship fill him as it had when Galen was apprenticed to Kitt alongside him years ago and, although their interactions had been short, a certain attachment to Durzo was beginning to grow. He could only wonder what the man had to teach him in the art of combat and if Roene would be quite as receptive a learner to Durzo as he had been with Kitt; which reminded Roene. He now had to teach this man what he knew; he had to teach him the ways of a Jedi and although the deed seemed simple enough due to the freshness of his knowledge, something about it still seemed daunting. It was apparent that Kitt's appreciation was well deserved in his abilities, but how would Roene teach Durzo? Would he simply parrot the same platitudes that Kitt did or would he come up with his own? I don't know, it is all so confusing, but force willing, I will do my best to teach him what I can and make sure he takes his place in the future of this galaxy. Roene thought deeply and silently as he walked, contemplating the journey and tasks ahead and at hand, but he occasionally checked over his shoulder, hoping and appreciating that Durzo was trailing behind him. He could feel the man's pain as they neared the debris and desecration, but not so much as when they touched the field of the massacre. The tufts of platinum white hair that littered the Cerean's head started floating idly in the breeze, stroking the edge of Roene's scalp with timid resolve, heralding what Roene could only assume was a change in weather. The overcast morning air began to fill with hesitant moisture in preparation for a rain that would wipe the grime of terror away. The liberating rain that would brush the soot, dust, ash and blood away from bodies so beaten, that they were hardly discernible. The smell came to Roene's nose like a freshening catalyst and Roene's body was given respite, allowing the Cerean to replenish, even just for a moment. He felt power begin to surge slowly through his veins, crawling up his body, as channels were opened; he felt flooding sapphire waters push through his fingertips and glide to pieces of the wreckage bringing them from the ground in high arcs, revealing the bodies and remnants underneath. The remnants of a foul plagued community of corpses and disaster that were, after long last, met with the light of day and the water of life that poured from nature's heavenly womb to greet them. Taking only some careful consideration in placement, basing his decision on damage to the environment, Roene guided the pieces of debris over into a pile and stacked up piece after piece until there were only small pieces to dig through. Then, the Cerean walked over to one of the piles and began to dig. Not quickly, not ruthlessly, but orderly as drop upon drop of rain washed all of the waste from the deformed and disfigured bodies, pushing it into the ground. Let the natural flow of the planet's water wash away the sorrowful memory of this travesty in hopes that these people find safe harbor wherever it is they end their spiritual journeys.

The subtlety of the man's mood as it swayed to and fro wasn't exactly something of a professional's touch. Roene could feel the man's ebbing emotions of misery and his rampant flowing psyche like the movements of a river bowing and pulling through the forces of nature that gave it form. The Cerean tried his best not to physically read too deep into the Zabrak's feelings, because of his weakened state, but he could see past the visible facade of the man's performance and knew he felt something buried just beneath the surface. The feelings were bundled and clustered, but their origin was still a mystery. The next few actions the Zabrak took surprised Roene though; Roene would've never guessed this man had any interest in fashion, and as of that moment he still didn't really know, but the Zabrak looked down at his clothes in disgust. Granted, he did have blood on them, but Roene could live a day or two with the same clothes on regardless; he was never one to waste brain processing power on such trivial things. "Durzo Vey, Master of Teras Kasi and recent orphan..." The words broke Roene's concentration for a moment, but they still probed a few interesting points of conjecture that the Cerean was beginning to form about this man. He was very well muscled, in a sense like Roene, but looked like he could handle himself in a fight. So his physique and flexibility as well as his own admission, hinted that Durzo seemed well able to handle himself, so him accepting training when he himself was a master, was either going to be a great and thorough experience for both sides or a pain in the butt. The way things had been shaping up though, Roene was willing to admit that things were looking well so far. He could tell this relationship would make good on its obligations and that he would make a friend in the long run. There was one thing in Durzo's sentence that bothered Roene though; the words lingered on the tip of his cone head; Durzo's last spoken words echoed again like a whisper, as Roene's consciousness dove into the kneading problem... "recent orphan..." Immediately, realization spread across Roene's face like an exploding bulb of light and he too felt loss, but now he could feel it in Durzo's face and in his body. Roene could feel the loss of the Zabrak's family waning ever so recently upon the Zabrak and figured, since Roene wasn't there at Cerea when they buried his mother, that that doesn't mean he can't do something for this one. "You hold so much on your shoulders," Roene said after a long silence of speculation and meditation. Then, getting up, Roene moved over to the Zabrak and embraced Durzo's bare right shoulder top with the palm of his left hand in an offering of concern. "If you would like, we can back to the ship, salvage anything we can, and find your family to give them a proper burial?" Roene hinted as he smiled warmly at the Zabrak, hoping it would be alright to ask.

Roene had asked the Zabrak for his honest testimony as to what happened to the passenger ship and was more than willing to pluck the knowledge from the Zabrak's mind if he wasn't going to divulge - even at the Cerean's own expense - but something about the act in question was kind of unnerving; it even made the Cerean cringe internally. He could see the contention behind the Zabrak's eyes and read his body language; he could read his sorrow and guilt, misery and despair like a leech hanging on his body. Considering Roene had only limited experience with social graces, aside from the ones he was taught years ago by his family, it was interesting that Roene made it this far in his observations. Roene spent a great deal of time around old holobooks in his childhood that covered any number of imaginable subjects, but, even though a few elements of body language exhibited by the Zabrak and emotions he'd seen portrayed in his face came from holobooks, there were only so many things that book learning could get you. One of the many things that book learning couldn't get you was raw experience. It was a unique experience every time Roene could recognize and read a certain gesture based on his previous experiences and even more interesting when he remembered facts from past holobooks to re-embrace the subject in question or contradict it entirely. Roene relished the time he spent with people to dialogue their interactions and catalogue what he thought was going on. Judging by the overwhelming sadness expressed at the thought of mentioning the crash though, Roene contented himself with picking the Zabrak's mind to analyze his emotional and cathartic response to learn on his own instead of reading too deep. All of this was fairly subtle though, because Roene still stared, breathed and moved his arms as if he was actually in the conversational space of the Zabrak as he spoke. One particular thought struck him hard in the audible part of the Zabrak's mind though. Roene had to try and reel back in order not to hear it, but was unfortunate enough to listen”¦ I'm a disgrace”¦ Roene was immediately taken aback. It showed only slightly in the real world, but there was a particularly poignant pressure on his end that pushed him back into his own thoughts; a rapid pressure of metaphysical air that drew him back. Hmm”¦ It may be an interesting tale for another time, thought Roene to himself as he sat listening still to the Zabrak as he spoke quietly. However, it seems there is a great weight on this man's shoulders. Roene took a moment to think of this, but was delightfully surprised when the Zabrak wished to train with him, because, despite the lack of an answer to his more important question, Roene was starting to feel a relation to this man's plight. It wasn't exactly the same, but the feeling of loss was present in the Zabrak as it was in Roene. As to the quirky ending remark made by the suddenly cheery, now smirking Zabrak, Roene smiled back and rested on his back heals once more, the stress from his observations leaving the back of his mind and allowing him to relax. ”œI have read about it extensively and I must say the art is exquisite, but I must also say that I myself have no experience in the art itself. I tried a few of the moves and failed miserably. Granted”¦ I was in a worse shape than I am now.”

Roene blushed a little, showing audibly that he was not as experienced as he'd like to think, but nonetheless proud of someone appreciating his work. The Cerean paused for a moment though; Roene panted heavily, trying to move toward a restful seated position so he could perhaps afford some rest after waning a great deal of his body's strength. This proved to be only somewhat inconvenient, but his body's complaints were far from over. Roene could physically feel and hear his systems as they wheezed on; he could hear the sound of his body's revolt at his current physical condition like a small bug buzzing near his ear. A ravenous symphony of annoyance and irritation that Roene managed to cloud quickly to afford a more understanding repose. The Cerean took a moment of silence to let his movement ruminate then turned to the Zabrak and smiled. "I am very glad you are safe. That is really all the payment I need for my duty. However... Seeing as how I had the privilege of viewing into the very core of your being, I managed to find a rather interesting bit of information that has me lingering on." Roene said, his smile only fading for a moment as he recalled the previous events of the afternoon. "I noticed that you were talented or at least strong with force energy. It is of a pertinent nature that you should be trained in its use lest something or someone be led to act upon it themselves. I do not suggest that I am the only method of teaching, but that you have the potential to learn much more about the cosmos than you do now." Roene finished as he casually let his feet roll underneath one another into a soft cross-legged position. Roene took his time with the next request and as his smile faded a long sigh escape the Cerean's lips. "I would however like to know... When you get the chance; what exactly happened with the ship? You don't have to answer me now or ever. I am merely a curious sort for which the reason to my being her is at issue."

((No prob dude, I have posting issues as well)) Roene could scarcely believe the missive of destruction that wiped through the forest in reckless abandon. He did his best to calm the fires with dirt from the ground as he passed and managed to calm the burning plumes of insufferable and wanton misery, but it was only the beginning of what would be a particularly morbid sight. Roene didn't want to believe it straight out, but when his eyes fell upon the wreckage - the fallen trees and dead life forms - Roene had no composure. He succeeded in reigning in his apparent and overwhelming desire to breakdown and sob, but his mental contention didn't manage to relieve him of the torturous feeling that the forest's wound left upon his mind and body. He could feel the ache of the planet as if a giant hole was being ripped into its very core. Each rip - piece by piece - filled Roene with another wave of emotion and pain that was quickly subdued until, at the very apex of his feelings, Roene let all of his anguish out in a powerfully controlled burst that spread out from his body in a large magnitude wave. Since the trees were already knocked down and the land already pretty barren he didn't succeed in doing much damage, but he wasn't trying to inflict harm to the planet anyway. For a few moments of cold silence, Roene began looking for any and all survivors around the ship's wreckage; he could see hands peeking out of the wreckage and legs broken from bodies that used to be whole. There weren't any obvious grunts and groans to indicate life though, and although Roene still didn't want to believe the increasingly obvious truth, there were no force signatures from any of the bodies he found. They were corpses at his feet with no identity, no cause, and no one to see them off. It was a born tragedy and one Roene could do nothing about. It's hopeless”¦ Roene's face softened, letting a single salty gem pour from his pleading eyes. He wasn't about to grow angry at the elements or for fate, but he could feel the absence of their presence like a bleeding hole in the force and the Cerean couldn't help but sympathize. I guess I could try and heal the plant life. Roene contended to himself while he walked about the area, going up to trees and slowly trying to rebuild them. I suppose it's a hollow fix, but it would at least help my peace of mind... _____________________________________________________________ Hours later of working at a low energy, trying to conserve what he had, but using certain portions to save the forest, Roene detected something close to a small force signature sputtering out in the distant wood. So, being rather over anxious for a chance redeeming his venture here, Roene set a rather large log down that he had began to lift earlier, and decided to investigate. The presence wasn't too far away from the ship and Roene was a little surprised he hadn't sensed it before, but he admitted he was a little preoccupied. Sure enough, the energy reading was getting stronger as he journeyed closer to the source and, for some reason, the energy resembled a pulse. He could feel the beating of a heart and the strain of life energy against a multitude of maladies. This was no doubt the sign of a living breathing humanoid. This meant that Roene not only had proof that life did survive the crash here, but had validation as to his arrival on the planet. Roene began to smile slightly to himself not in a rude sense of disrespect, but realizing that his search had not been in vain. When he arrived at the pulse's origin however, he could swear that the man before him was already dead. There seemed to be no real hint of life in him and his breathing had begun to slow. So, either he was getting ready for sleep or he was slowly letting go of his life. The only protestation to this fate was the brimming blue force energy glowing through him. Realizing the immediate possibility of the man's death however, Roene quickly reacted to the man's fragility, trying to salvage what life he had and pulled out the Kasha crystal from his pack. I need as much power and focus as I can get. Then, taking great care not to make the man uncomfortable, the Cerean stuck his hands out over the man and a large green glow began to emanate in a spriteful, healthy, ambient resonance over the Cerean's palms. Roene's eyes mimicked the effects of his green hands and swept over the man's prone body making any corrections he could. Roene was a little nervous that his power had been drained from before, but he kept up his attempt at resurrection anyway. It should be alright, whoever you are, I haven't done this meditation more than 3 or so times before, but I think I know how to work it. I just need a little more power. Roene could feel the little bit of his reservoir tanking and his hope with it, but when he was very near empty in his force talents for the day, the Cerean was gifted energy from the body on the ground. Roene looked with amazement and shock at the grounded body that was now siphoning power into the Cerenan's hands and was quite surprised to find that much energy in one so presently weak. This man was clearly as powerful, if not more powerful in the force than Roene. The sheer force of the move was staggering and although Roene couldn't believe his eyes or his power, the Cerean rapidly switched his focus to a more positive and concerned one. With this new energy coursing through his veins, Roene managed to mend the Zabrak back together expertly with only slight jabs of pain as Roene moved the bones around and placed them back into their right spots. It was tough work to just sit there and spot diseases and other maladies through living flesh, moving it through the body without harmful repercussions, but it was something Roene had been growing into. It was times like these that made Roene admire his study of anatomy. He never thought he'd use it before, but he was lucky to have used the opportunities that were given to him when he was a child at public school so many years ago. With his job finished and the Zabrak body sound asleep on the grass, Roene sat cross-legged and waited. The Cerean let himself be consumed by the force and even tried to renew his own fatigue, but was ultimately waiting for the survivor to awaken as he sat and breathed to himself. I have done my best to patch you up”¦ Sorry if it hurt. I was only doing what I could.

As Roene's ship neared the atmosphere, he left the cockpit chair, turning the nav to auto-pilot in order to service a now irritable Garral. The distress beacon had woken him and now Tyue was demanding food while gnawing at a big red light that was flashing by his head. Roene came in just in time to see the back half of Tyue's abnormal feast and quickly tapped him on his nose to catch his attention. "Hey little guy, we don't eat the ship. Here you go" Roene handed him a bowl of what looked like lumps and wads of meat. They were smoked chunks of animal meat that Roene had purchased from a vendor on his way here for Tyue to try. "Alright Tyue, this is new stuff, try to go slowly." Ignoring the Cerean's advice, Tyue dug in head first and growled as he bit into a piece of meat biting and chewing at it viciously. Roene looked at him and smiled, petting him on the head before returning to the controls and finishing the landing. Roene was a little puzzled as to why an out of the way forest planet was sending a beacon so far out into space, especially in the outer rim, but as Roene landed with a plunk hiss, a large plume of smoke rising from the canopies of the trees caught his attention. Roene took a moment to focus his senses, walking out of his ship door and did his best to look beyond the trees. It was a peaceful blue what embraced his eyes, but once his force senses were able to pinpoint the call, Roene realized why it was sent. A large public transport had crashed, no doubt on its way from an outer Rim planet like Tatooine to an Inner or Central Rim planet like Coruscant. Roene didn't need to question his concern, but instead, his feet took off in a blinding flash toward the site to check for any survivors. Roene sent a large mental wave of energy heralding his arrival and trying to tell any and all alive that their survival wasn't in vain. Be calm, I will be there soon... I will heal your wounded. Stay safe and I will be there soon...

Everything in Roene's body shined in an even brighter positive light than it had before. A Jedi Knight of the Republic ... Each word fell heavily upon the Cerean's shoulders, but simultaneously liberated him of all doubt and fears; the beam of his master's blade warmed his arm as it hovered ever so slightly above his shoulders, beginning to purify his mind and body. The Cerean was a new man; Roene knew no failure and no success only absolution; he was just getting used to the feeling though, when he remembered something vital. The Cerean paused and hesitated a moment as he stood. Then, taking a moment to remain in the present, Roene looked toward Kitt and smiled an extremely broad ear to ear smile then hugged him without any pretense or pause. Roene wasn't overly attached to his master, but they had been through a lot together so the gesture didn't seem as odd. ”œThank you master, your trust in me is not misplaced. Now”¦”