Westley sighed as he recieved Taren's new orders. "Man! Again?" He climbed into the cockpit of his borrowed ship and blasted off into space, destination, Jedi Base.
Comm Message to BZ and AP.
We are currently trying to infiltrate the Republic. I think that they may have an idea of the location to all of the Jedi. Will let you know what happens.
End of Comm
Westley leaned against the ship's wall and picked at his hang nails. "So, how long do you think we'll have to stay in this ship? I really have things I had wanted to do you know." HE stared at Ragnok and Ephant Mon.
Westley's small ship enters hyperspace, headed for Midsengard. He felt for his life, a fear clutching at his heart, but fear was good. He focused on it, turning it to hate. He had failed, but it was Whyl who had made him fail. Whyl would pay.
Real Name: Westley Roberts
Nickname: Wes
Gender: Male
hair: short and blond
eyes: blue
clothes: typical jedi apparel
weapon: lightsaber
carries: lightsaber, canteen, and comlink
possesions: not really any
affiliation: Jedi lightside
trained by Obi Wan McGraw
Trained: been too long to remember but he was in the process of choosing a new padawan.
current rank: jedi knight/master (not on council)