Fennex Zeerda
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- Joined
- Dec 22, 2017
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The Jedi Temple on Ossus had a very different air about it than it had only a few years ago, Fennex thought. Once, long before his time, it had been a simple place dedicated to knowledge, learning, and raising younglings to be Jedi Knights- the galaxies great protectors. Then, as the Exiles waged their century long campaign to destroy the order and conquer the galaxy, it slowly shifted. It became a seat of power. A fortress in all but name. A bastion of hope to the Jedi and the Republic, and a thorn in the side of the Exiles who would like nothing more than to see its archives ruined, its vaults emptied, its custodians slaughtered, and the buildings themselves razed to the foundations. But it had always felt like a place of strength, even after Illum. But now, with two temples overtaken in such quick succession by this new onslaught, things were feelings a bit tense. The guards were doubled and seemed to grip their sabers tighter, younglings and initiates did little wandering about without close supervision, whispers could be heard in every corner and quiet corridor... Fennex's mission here today did nothing to ease the sense of loss and uncertainty for the future. He'd come to lay some friends to rest.
His little knapsack hung heavy at his side, clinking with the sound of the assortment of lightsaber hilts and pieces he'd collected over his last several adventures. He'd meant to bring them here to the Jedi Archives much sooner, but it always seemed that there was just one more mission, one more lead to follow up on, one more crisis to try to avert or fire to put out. It was a disservice to keep these weapons with him, and doing so was also becoming increasingly dangerous. Fennex had passed through Hutt space before, and was keenly aware that he was carrying enough credits in lightsaber bounties to buy a small tropical moon in the outer rim and retire. Not that he would ever even consider the idea. Fennex had chosen this life of a Jedi knight every day for several decades now, and he wasn't about to quit just because some overgrown slug dangled a few million credits in front of his snout.
He mounted the steps of the temple solemnly, the faint echo of the nails on his hind paws clacking on the polished marble flooring echoed through the silent corridors. It was a bit late. The temples initiates had retired for the evening, the younglings he'd brought back from Telos had settled into their new quarters on the other side of the quad, and most of the Knights and Masters that usually stalked the temple at this hour had other concerns. He imagined the council chambers were a bit more lively right now. The Librarian or one of his assistants should be here though, and that was all Fennex really needed. Interring the lightsabers of the fallen need not be a grand affair, like that of Councilor Vao's funeral. Each living Jedi who had known them would be able to come and pay their respects in their own time, as they were able. It was more important just to make sure the last earthly remains of these great Jedi returned home, for the last time.
Fennex entered the dimly lit archives quietly, searching for someone to assist him.