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Alderaan. The Shining Star of the Republic, and its tranquil beauty proved its name rightfully so. It was one of few visits for the Jedi Knight, Caed Ultor. His eyes peered outward over a vast inward sea, the mixture of blue and white flourishing the tranquility the planet let off. The almost never-ending sight capped off with a mountain range that was all too close to the Jedi Enclave.
His robes were nothing out of the ordinary for his wearing. They were the almost always black, accented only in an off hue of the same color. His robe maintained the same darkness the primary robes held; bringing his appearance to an almost unwelcoming one. The dark hood for a rarity did not veil his face, instead Caed lay open and waiting for the visitor he had hoped would maintain her almost methodical schedule. Those once golden brown eyes had lost some of their darkness, shading to a dark yellow near orange; pollution of the darkside. Caed's demeanor however lay calm and welcoming, and the energy his form let off was almost soothing. With a deep breath his eyes fell to his right hand, the mechanical limb a constant reminder of the woman he loved; and a sight he both welcomed and hated at each glance. That prosthetic would take hold of a datapad and peek at the time, she would arrive within the coming minutes if his previous days "scouting" proved worthwhile...
...He was ready for this, he hoped..
His robes were nothing out of the ordinary for his wearing. They were the almost always black, accented only in an off hue of the same color. His robe maintained the same darkness the primary robes held; bringing his appearance to an almost unwelcoming one. The dark hood for a rarity did not veil his face, instead Caed lay open and waiting for the visitor he had hoped would maintain her almost methodical schedule. Those once golden brown eyes had lost some of their darkness, shading to a dark yellow near orange; pollution of the darkside. Caed's demeanor however lay calm and welcoming, and the energy his form let off was almost soothing. With a deep breath his eyes fell to his right hand, the mechanical limb a constant reminder of the woman he loved; and a sight he both welcomed and hated at each glance. That prosthetic would take hold of a datapad and peek at the time, she would arrive within the coming minutes if his previous days "scouting" proved worthwhile...
...He was ready for this, he hoped..
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