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Present Day
The winds of Empress Teta gently brushed across Jhon’s rough skin. The cool breeze, the faint smell of flowers, and the sounds of nearby waterfalls provided an often-sought serenity when outside of the Sage Halls. There were many memories he had amongst those very halls—the pain over the tragedy on Ardos, changing his life by accepting the tutelage of Errand Khoss, one of the great Sage Masters who came before him, and ultimately becoming the leader of the Sage Halls themselves.
And yet he would never act on the petty notion that he should somehow be superior to the other Jedi, regardless of their rank, who lived, trained, and served in the temple. He did not have to sit in an ivory tower or in a seat of power within a dimly lit chamber to feel that he was in charge of something. He was no different than any other Jedi.
So if one was looking for him, they would find him where most other Jedi were on such a beautiful day: outside, taking in the peaceful day and letting rest wash over him. He felt fatigued, having just come from a High Council meeting where he relayed his vision of the new Sith Emperor to his fellow Councilors.
His eyes fluttered as he began to fall asleep, and, as he did, the scent of the flowers that dotted the temple grounds washed over him...flowers that meant more than many people knew.
Many Years Ago
As he fell asleep, Jhon’s dreams took him to a time and place he had once been years earlier. It was the slums of Corellia, an orphanage the High Council had asked him to go to—although he wasn’t quite sure why. All he knew was that there was someone there the Council wanted a Jedi Master to speak to, and so they tasked him with doing so.
He stepped out of the rain that was pouring down into the streets, the odor of garbage surrounding him as he did so, and into the orphange’s reception area. Jhon threw back his hood, gently shaking his head to throw off some of the rain water that had seeped onto it, and approached the receptionist.
“Good evening,” he said, folding his arms across his chest. “My name is Jhon Cordatus. I was sent by the Jedi Council, and I understand there is someone you want me to speak to.”
The winds of Empress Teta gently brushed across Jhon’s rough skin. The cool breeze, the faint smell of flowers, and the sounds of nearby waterfalls provided an often-sought serenity when outside of the Sage Halls. There were many memories he had amongst those very halls—the pain over the tragedy on Ardos, changing his life by accepting the tutelage of Errand Khoss, one of the great Sage Masters who came before him, and ultimately becoming the leader of the Sage Halls themselves.
And yet he would never act on the petty notion that he should somehow be superior to the other Jedi, regardless of their rank, who lived, trained, and served in the temple. He did not have to sit in an ivory tower or in a seat of power within a dimly lit chamber to feel that he was in charge of something. He was no different than any other Jedi.
So if one was looking for him, they would find him where most other Jedi were on such a beautiful day: outside, taking in the peaceful day and letting rest wash over him. He felt fatigued, having just come from a High Council meeting where he relayed his vision of the new Sith Emperor to his fellow Councilors.
His eyes fluttered as he began to fall asleep, and, as he did, the scent of the flowers that dotted the temple grounds washed over him...flowers that meant more than many people knew.
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Many Years Ago
As he fell asleep, Jhon’s dreams took him to a time and place he had once been years earlier. It was the slums of Corellia, an orphanage the High Council had asked him to go to—although he wasn’t quite sure why. All he knew was that there was someone there the Council wanted a Jedi Master to speak to, and so they tasked him with doing so.
He stepped out of the rain that was pouring down into the streets, the odor of garbage surrounding him as he did so, and into the orphange’s reception area. Jhon threw back his hood, gently shaking his head to throw off some of the rain water that had seeped onto it, and approached the receptionist.
“Good evening,” he said, folding his arms across his chest. “My name is Jhon Cordatus. I was sent by the Jedi Council, and I understand there is someone you want me to speak to.”