I Am Legend

Saren was sad the Jedi had to leave, but she was busy. The Monk accepted this as destiny. Certain things happened, the cosmos would continue to turn. And so, he worked. Bandages, medicinal herbs from his bag, until he was certain the medics at the temple didn't need him any longer. One thing he did notice, however, was that there were surprisingly few Jedi in this temple for a Jedi establishment. This was quickly explained upon questioning one of the medics that most of the Jedi had chosen to evacuate to the nearby Alliance post. And so, with a new destination, Saren found transport to the post and left there as soon as he could. Though his search had not yet ended, he would still be patient. He was close, and it was only a matter of time.

"Do you need help, Jedi?" The warm smile from the elderly man only reinforced his serene greeting. He approached them, the two who had fought, clutching his cane tightly as he used it to aid his walking. "I am not unlearned in the ways of medicine, and I only wish to spend time around a learned Jedi, to ask questions, to learn. I know of the Force, I know its power and its compassion. But even that knowledge pales before that of a Jedi. Ah, and look at me...forgive me for interrupting you. When you are away for so long from the rest of the galaxy, you forget a few things about being social...I apologize." Saren bowed, showing respect to the female, the elder of the two.

Turmoil, pain, anger, aggression...thoughts passed through Saren's head as he trodded the hallways of the recently assaulted Temple. The monk had come to seek shelter, to seek knowledge, but instead he found the very things he was trying to get away from. Sighing, he continued moving forwards, with the silent somber acknowledgement that some things were destiny, and could never be escaped from. Such were life's lessons, such was life. It was with little effort that he found the majority of the people, with the ruckus they made, they could have woken the dead. The monk stood there, cane in hand, just watching them. It was not his place to take a side in a conflict he knew nothing about, and for that instance, he could do nothing about it. But Saren knew not fear, so he simply waited. And watched.

CHARACTER SHEET Real Name: Saren Nickname: N/A Age: 52 Species: Human Height: 5' 8" Weight: 155 lbs Hair: Greying Black Eyes: Jade Green Sex: Male Homeworld: Mon Calamari Alignment: Lawful Neutral Clothing: Robes Weapon: N/A Force User or Non-Force User: NFU Inventory: Saren usually carries a satchel with some food in it, along with a few other supplies he needs to survive. He has a meager amount of credits on him, enough to buy food and shelter, should he desire it. Posessions: N/A History: Saren is a member of a nomadic group of monks, the Karash'i, highly religious and scholarly. In this point in his life, he is nearly at the end of his walk with the Force, and at this time in his religion he is cast out into the galaxy to learn what he can and truly discover himself before he can return, finally at peace with himself and the galaxy. He has journeyed far and wide, but now finds himself stranded upon Gala, and seeks out the Jedi. Not only to learn from them, but possibly to travel with them.