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The final bastion of hope and sanctuary for all who gave themselves to the Jedi Order. Brighthome had never seen as much business and traffic until the recent days - the final days. As the Jedi Order was preparing to burn all around and have it's light snuffed out for good, Jedis from all around found themselves answer the call of the Grand Master. People had chosen to return to Brighthome for various reasons, to prepare for a final onslaught, to salvage things they held dearly, to just see the station, or to gather for their final goodbyes to their friends. These were the dark days, and tears would be shed across the station - not matter their reasons of attendance.
Bruce had been on the station for awhile, carrying out his duties as a Councillor. To give that brave face and to provide a level of comfort and guidance to those who felt lost, unable to decide what to do next. To seek out a final sliver of knowledge and he'd been expected to tell people things would be alright - but he didn't. He would not lie to the Jedi, to his family. They all knew the grim reality though hard to swallow. There was no better way of dealing with the situation, but to accept the situation and to say it out allowed.
Earlier this day, the Caretaker of First Knowledge had entered council with the Grand Master and the final members of the council as it stood. That meeting had concluded and their mission and purpose had been laid out. With his dismissal from the final sessions, Bruce had gathered a few things and was preparing for the final task, the final order. But before he could carry out anything, he needed to talk to some people - to explain himself to one, to ask the assistance of another, and to reconnect with the last, and to carry out one last adventure.
Here he stood, by his lonesome. Aboard Brighthome and staring out at the infinite reaches of the space around him. He was cold, a coldness that had gripped him as he began to accept the finality of the Jedi Order. He did his best to keep himself together, but it was becoming harder the longer he remained alone. It was so easy for the bardottan to be at peace and be calm, to be clear of mind - but when people were around him. Previously, it was passive in nature because he lived in blissful ignorance like the rest of the Order, he thought the Jedi Order would be around for centuries to come; he hadn't anticipated this. True, the Jedi Order would continue but it would never flourish like it use to... at least not yet; and not easily either.
It would be time to make amends and to move forward. There was no convincing the Grand Master otherwise, and the Caretaker felt an obligation to carry out the duties he had been entrusted. This was the time he would truly fufill his title. It was time to rebuild hope, to rebuild the Order and to come back strong. If the Jedi knew anything, it was patience. These work might require centuries, but it will be done. The final steps would begin today, and he knew who to call. The three he had wished to have by his side. One he'd known awhile, and two he had just met. He saw something in them and he wanted to see how they were.
He had called upon Ralaa Talus (@MatureContentWarningx) - the young girl who had lost her way and was stripped of her rank. The girl he had a talk with, and a talk that had stuck with him for some time now; there was something he wanted to say to her - to suggest to her. He asked her to meet him here, but he didn't know if she would actually be here. After all, they had just met.
He had called upon Marina Giulestei (@Nightfall096) - a young lady who had a fractured mind. Tainted by the Dark Side, if only for the short time. She had been a fighter, she had broke through the darkness and regained herself. He had guided her through these steps, and he wanted to see how she was handling the return - though it had only happened a short while ago. He did not know the exact amount of time though. But, she was his patient and he wanted to ensure she was doing well. She could also potentially help him.
He had called up Fennex Zeerda (@Loco) - a Master he had grown fond of, a fellow Councillor that he'd developed a close friendship with over the course of their duties. Though Fennex was still new to the council, he wasn't new to the bardottan. They'd rubbed shoulders more than once, they'd had some good times and banter with one another; sure his experiences with the fox like creature were limited, Fenn had become one of Bruce's only friend. He knew the Master had a passion for Jedi artifacts as he did and he knew the Councillor would wish to secure as much as he could - out of choice and duty. If he had to undertake any task or mission - he'd like to have carried it out with him.
The calls were placed, all he had to do was wait. He didn't know what the future held, but he knew it would be a bright future if they acted quickly. Wyck would give them the time they needed, the distraction they needed. Bruce had confidence. But for now, he was a lone, in the dimly lit observation deck. The brightest lights were the beautiful scenery that lied outside the station, the few ships the Jedi Order had holding an everlasting vigil in the sector. The infinite artistic colours of the stars and the nebulas surrounding he station.
There was peace to be found.
Bruce had been on the station for awhile, carrying out his duties as a Councillor. To give that brave face and to provide a level of comfort and guidance to those who felt lost, unable to decide what to do next. To seek out a final sliver of knowledge and he'd been expected to tell people things would be alright - but he didn't. He would not lie to the Jedi, to his family. They all knew the grim reality though hard to swallow. There was no better way of dealing with the situation, but to accept the situation and to say it out allowed.
Earlier this day, the Caretaker of First Knowledge had entered council with the Grand Master and the final members of the council as it stood. That meeting had concluded and their mission and purpose had been laid out. With his dismissal from the final sessions, Bruce had gathered a few things and was preparing for the final task, the final order. But before he could carry out anything, he needed to talk to some people - to explain himself to one, to ask the assistance of another, and to reconnect with the last, and to carry out one last adventure.
Here he stood, by his lonesome. Aboard Brighthome and staring out at the infinite reaches of the space around him. He was cold, a coldness that had gripped him as he began to accept the finality of the Jedi Order. He did his best to keep himself together, but it was becoming harder the longer he remained alone. It was so easy for the bardottan to be at peace and be calm, to be clear of mind - but when people were around him. Previously, it was passive in nature because he lived in blissful ignorance like the rest of the Order, he thought the Jedi Order would be around for centuries to come; he hadn't anticipated this. True, the Jedi Order would continue but it would never flourish like it use to... at least not yet; and not easily either.
It would be time to make amends and to move forward. There was no convincing the Grand Master otherwise, and the Caretaker felt an obligation to carry out the duties he had been entrusted. This was the time he would truly fufill his title. It was time to rebuild hope, to rebuild the Order and to come back strong. If the Jedi knew anything, it was patience. These work might require centuries, but it will be done. The final steps would begin today, and he knew who to call. The three he had wished to have by his side. One he'd known awhile, and two he had just met. He saw something in them and he wanted to see how they were.
He had called upon Ralaa Talus (@MatureContentWarningx) - the young girl who had lost her way and was stripped of her rank. The girl he had a talk with, and a talk that had stuck with him for some time now; there was something he wanted to say to her - to suggest to her. He asked her to meet him here, but he didn't know if she would actually be here. After all, they had just met.
He had called upon Marina Giulestei (@Nightfall096) - a young lady who had a fractured mind. Tainted by the Dark Side, if only for the short time. She had been a fighter, she had broke through the darkness and regained herself. He had guided her through these steps, and he wanted to see how she was handling the return - though it had only happened a short while ago. He did not know the exact amount of time though. But, she was his patient and he wanted to ensure she was doing well. She could also potentially help him.
He had called up Fennex Zeerda (@Loco) - a Master he had grown fond of, a fellow Councillor that he'd developed a close friendship with over the course of their duties. Though Fennex was still new to the council, he wasn't new to the bardottan. They'd rubbed shoulders more than once, they'd had some good times and banter with one another; sure his experiences with the fox like creature were limited, Fenn had become one of Bruce's only friend. He knew the Master had a passion for Jedi artifacts as he did and he knew the Councillor would wish to secure as much as he could - out of choice and duty. If he had to undertake any task or mission - he'd like to have carried it out with him.
The calls were placed, all he had to do was wait. He didn't know what the future held, but he knew it would be a bright future if they acted quickly. Wyck would give them the time they needed, the distraction they needed. Bruce had confidence. But for now, he was a lone, in the dimly lit observation deck. The brightest lights were the beautiful scenery that lied outside the station, the few ships the Jedi Order had holding an everlasting vigil in the sector. The infinite artistic colours of the stars and the nebulas surrounding he station.
There was peace to be found.