Prophet K

The Peace Keeper emerged from hyperspace, with its tired Caamasi passenger running scans on the planet beneath him. Borleais. It had been a while since he had been here. A lifetime ago, it seemed. But he was back. The E-Wing spiralled down onto one of the Temple's landing pads, before it's cockpit popped open. Camsie stepped out of the ship, before feeling extremely dizzy. Perhaps it came from the sudden assault of smells and sounds, but all Camsie knew, was that he needed something to kill the headache that had started to build in his head. Camsie saw a familiar sight, and was glad for it. With swift strides, the caamasi approached Darex, an old friend. "Darex, my old friend. I appologize if I am interrupting something, but you wouldn't happen to know where the jedi base currently resides, would you?"

The Peace Maker pulled out of hyperspace with its dead tired Caamasi pilot sleeping peacefully inside. Camsie stayed in this doze for some time before awakening, and looking down at the ominous asteroid belt surrounding Acrid. Seeing that if the Jedi had moved before Camsie arrived then it would be useless risking life and limb going through that maze, Camsie ordered his astromech droid to check the planet for life signs. The report came back as a negative, if you ruled out the native wild life. Camsie began to scan to local spacelines, and found several ion trails coming into the system, and then several more recent ones leaving the system. All these trails were far to old to determine where they were coming from, or where they were going so Camsie was stuck. Following his instinct, Camsie decided to try and find another jedi. But the question was where to look? Camsie's mind came up with a obvious answer a few seconds later. Look where everybody goes. This would have been difficult, but then again there's only one place in the galaxy that everybody has been to. Coruscant. Or more importantly, The Last Call. A few minutes later The Peace Maker was back in the blur of Hyperspace.

Camsie heard all that was going on, he heard of the moving, but he did nothing. Why move? This planet, this brilliant planet was so full of life. Why just... abandon it. But there was little for all this wondering, for Camsie knew he had to leave, Camsie knew he had to join with the other Jedi. With a last glance around these now abandoned walls, Camsie made a mental note reminding him to come back here one day. It would make a brilliant site for a new Caamasi Outpost. A brilliant place for Camsie's grandchildren's grandchildren to grow up, being loved and giving love. Minutes later Camsie was aboard The Peace Maker, plotting a hyperspace route to his destination. A microjump to the edge of the system, then another larger jump to the core worlds before a final stint to Acrid. It would be impossible to follow him. He just hoped he hadn't stayed on Tempay longer than he should have.

Camsie sat in the council chambers, his legs crossed and his chin resting in the palms of his hands. Camsie heard much, but said little, as was his custom. He heard Zero's resignation. He heard of his losses. But most importantly, he was hearing now of Jedi... or ex-Jedi Keiran Valoria's turning. He had never truly met the man, but had heard stories. It was all rather disturbing, that so many Jedi were being lost, and Camsie was reminded of another time period, eons ago, when the jedi were nearly wiped out as well. Camsie looked forward, through the walls of the Jedi Temple and through the walls of time. He saw his children, or perhaps grandchildren, running free across the plains of some unknown planet. Not a care in the world. But it did not last, for the menacing form of hundreds of capital ships appeared in the sky, and all turned red. And that was when Camsie, realized that he was not only seeing the Future. He was seeing Camas. He was seeing Ryloth. He was seeing Altyr V. He was seeing Alderaan. He was seeing everywhere, that once had peace, had innocence, but lost it to the powers of war. Tears crept into Camsie's eyes, as the savage pain of watching Camas be destroyed, along with his mother, brother, sisters, father, and all he held dear in life. From then on Camsie had to fend for himself, in a galaxy he had no knowledge of. Among people he did not know if he could trust. He had only one thing to fall back upon, to make sure he did not lose himself. An old Caamasi saying. If the wind no longer calls to you, it is time to see if you remember your name. Camsie could not hear the wind. Not in here, not surrounded by his fellow jedi. So Camsie left the council room, heading to the roof of the Jedi complex, but still there he found he could not hear the wind calling to him. With a massive bound, Camsie was surrounded by trees, and he felt more at home than ever before. A furry hand touched the closest tree, and he felt a comforting hum, that told him he was closer. Camsie moved forward, deeper into the forest, not minding the fact that his robes were being ripped and dyed green in some places. And finally, Camsie entered a clearing, with a large lake filled with crystal clear water. Camsie reached out, and let his hand break the calm surface and then he heard the wind calling to him. I came quietly, impossible to hear if a pin had dropped. But there was no pin, and he heard it. Camsie At that moment, Camsie felt more in tune with the force than ever in his life. And so, with his hand still barely, brushing the pool of water, Camsie sat perfectly still, unwilling to lose the wind.

Camsie brought down the final droid with a shoulder to hip slash, effectively slashing it in half before deactivating his lightsaber and replacing it on his hip. The furry jedi heard Dhan Jero's announcement, before going to the archives. The caamasi was awed by the Archive's size. Generations upon Generations of jedi history was stored in this place, and for some reason, to Camsie it felt wrong to be adding things to them. Camsie found the appropriate document, before begining to read. It seemed as though the Jedi Order was to be undergoing a massive change. But on the whole, Camsie didn't think it affected him greatly. And that's when he saw his name on the councillors list. Me? Secretary of Security? This is... a great honor... Camsie shut down the document, before replacing it from where he had retrieved it. Secretary of Security, Responsible for temple and council security. Camsie smiled stupidly to himself as a thought came to his mind. Secretary of Security Camsie... Ridiculous, the ways of these young one's minds. Camsie thought it would be appropriate if he went to the Council Chambers. Perhaps he could look into temple security. Camsie let out a small chuckle. "Temple Security. Me. Somebody in this order must be insane. Or maybe everybody is..." Camsie entered the Council Chambers before standing near the wall, not really having much to talk about. He was still wondering how he became Secretary of Security.

Camsie shrugged as Jedi Knight Aryian's force message came through, after all bugs happened. And seeing that the blast doors had opened again, that just added credibilaty to the claim. So the caamasi went back to what he was previously doing. Having some practice with his trusty lightsaber. Another pair of training droids were activated on Camsie's command. The two droids circled, their attached blades shining slightly in the light, and the welded blaster cannons whirring silently as they came online. Camsie brought his lightsaber into a simple guard, that presented plenty of openings to the droids. The first droid to attack had a blue paint job on it's shoulders, and came forward with it's blsater cannon firing at the caamasi's thigh. Camsie shifted his leg out of Blue's line of fire to be brought into the red painted droid's. Red opened up, his laser bolts tearing through the air headed towards Camsie. The jedi leaped upwards, dodging the trailing blaster bolts of Blue before twisting in mid air, dodging a more powerful blast from Red. Down came Camsie, his momentum throwing him towards the floor according to the gravity's law. Camsie made a cusion out of the force, landing with no real damage to himself. He then spun his lightsaber, reflecting one of Blue's blaster bolts followed by one of Red's. These one's are set to a higher intelligence setting than those others. was Camsie's last thought before dodging to the left as a barrage of blaster bolts was sent his way from the two droids.

Camsie struck out at the final training droid, severing it's legs from beneath itself. As the droid fell, Camsie heard a clang before whipping around, lightsaber still extended. The blast doors were closing! What in the force? Camsie leapt forward, moving for the doors but they sealed shut before he could reach them. The jedi knight glowered at the sealed doors, before snapping his lightsaber off. What was happening? The caamasi had no real answers, so he did the first thing that came to his mind. A comm link that had rested on Camsie's waist found itself into his hands before being activated. The caamasi lifted the comm to his mouth before speaking onto a general frequency. "This is Jedi Knight Camsie, I'm in one of the training rooms and the blast doors are sealed. What is going on?"

Camsie stepped out of the fresher, a wave of steam rushing through the room. The wet caamasi towelled off his fine fur before dressing in his Jedi robes, and hanging his lightsaber off of his belt. A thought popped into the furry being's mind and he headed to the cloning chambers. When he arrived there he saw one of his fellow jedi leaning against the wall but paid him no attention. Camsie rolled his sleeve up, before taking a needle of the table and slowly, pushing it in. When the needle found a vein, the caamasi slowly extracted a small amount of his blood before pulling out the needle and healing the small puncture. Then Camsie took his blood sample and placed it in the stockpile of blood samples in Tempay's jedi temple. Contented for the moment, Camsie left the cloning chambers and towards a training room. As he arrived at the towering building the caamasi moved towards the small control panel imbedded in the wall before pressing several buttons. As Camsie finished the sequence four droids armed with training sabers moved off the wall and towards him. The caamasi tuned down his lightsaber setting so it was non-lethal before letting the blade ignite, singing the air with its sudden appearance.Can't let yourself grow rusty, otherwise you'll lie as dead as the rest of Camas. And you can't do much good for the universe dead.

Camsie stepped out of Goodwood's ship feeling glad that he had stepped on it before the Jedi Base on Haruun Kal had went boom. But still, the caamasi was sad. His E-Wing, the Peace Maker had just been sufficiently blown up. And so here the caamasi was on the New Jedi Base on Tempay. "So. So here I am." The caamasi's voice seemed foreign in these peaceful surroundings. Tainted by blood and war. Camsie stared at the jedi base with sad eyes. He had become a part of exactly what the caamasi was trying to stop. Death. You havn't killed anybody. You only used stun bolts on Ryloth. There is no reason to be ashamed But still, Camsie was ashamed. He would need to meditate long and hard on this. But first, a bath thought the caamasi as he noticed the dried blood staining his orange yellow fur. The purple bands of fur surrounding Camsie's eyes lowered as he let out a sigh of frustration. Camsie began a slow walk to find a fresher unit in the Jedi Temple of Tempay.

The Peace Maker appeared in Haruun Kal airspace before begining it's slow decent. As the E-Wing docked in one of the hangar bays the caamasi pilot breathed easy. The landing strut extended and out stepped Camsie, Jedi Knight. This particular knight hadn't really accomplished anything of real significance. Unless you count arriving on Altyr V too late, and surving the destruction of Camas. As Camsie walked towards the Jedi Base the cramped muscles of his legs got a good stretch. Flying through hyperspace in a cramped space most certainly didn't help in the caamasi's excercise regime. A small crack was heard as the caamasi tilted his head. I suppose I need to let off some of my aggrivation. Camsie walked up to a tree that towered over the rest before drawing his arm back and gripping it into a fist. A moment later the caamasi's fist let fly and slammed into the thick tree. The moment after that, a thousand curses in the Forgotten Caamasi language were unleashed upon the poor inhabitants of Haruun Kal. The caamasi fell to the ground cradling his injured hand. That's going to hurt in the morning.

The Peace Maker slipped through space en route to Haruun Kal. Inside the ship, Camsie was growing quite bored of the smeared stars that came with a hyperspace jump.

Camsie nodded at Goodwood's words before thanking him and walking back towards his ship. The battered hull had been in better shape when he left Borleais to train with his old master, Neo. But then again, Borleais had been in better shape when he first left to train hadn't it? Camsie smiled as he swung into the E-Wing, melting into the heated seat. The Peace Maker flew out of the hangar it's engines roaring. The ship hung in Borleais's atmosphere before making a micro jump to the edge of the system. The caamasi punched in the coordinants to Haruun Kal before making an untraceable jump to Hyperspace.

As Camsie watched his apprentice... No, Ex-Apprentice, leave Borleais's atmosphere a smile graced his features. It feels good to finish training her. I wonder if it will always feel like this. So fulfilling And so with a bounce in his step Camsie walked up to his old E-Wing, The Peace Maker. Come to think of it, I don't think I've ever flown you gal'. Camsie smiled letting his hand drift over the ships hull before reaching his force presence out. He felt a familiar presence. Well, several in fact. And so Camsie headed to the closest one. The force presence of Jedi Ben'a Solo. As the caamasi approached the ship he banged his fist against the hull before hollering. "What's going on here? I've been otherwise engaged."

Camsie blade came from the opposite direction and blocked Armiena's strike. As the two blades came into contact sparks flew. Good. Offense. She has learned much, and I believe she is ready. But, for drama's sake. Camsie went into a complicated series of thrusts, chops and swings wearing on both his and his apprentice's strength. As the final blow of the combo struck and was met by Armiena's lightsaber, Camsie lifted his hand and held it in front of Armiena before speaking. "Good. You are, indeed, ready. Do as you will, Jedi Knight Armiena Draygo." Then as an afterthought. "As long as it isn't destroying countless numbers of innocents." (OOC: Congratulations.)

Camsie brought his blade around in a circle, the orange blade pulsing with power. The caamasi settled neatly into a offensive stance before raising one hand. Out of the hand came flying a uncontrolled wall of the Force, heading straight for Armiena. As the Force push hit Armiena's guard throwing her off balance, Camsie leaped forward into hand to hand range.