The galaxy seemed to continue down a path towards all out violence, while a majority of the denizens across countless planets simply wanted to live in peace, and quiet. Oren wanted nothing more than to be away on Rishi, living along the beach in a quiet contemplation that would befit a Jedi Master. But, Nara, Nashyr, and everyone needed his help. The images of the Red Blades cutting down the Sector Rangers on Corellia left him with a shiver--and he thought about Officer Trys and the few rangers that had come to his aide while in prison. He wanted to protect them, and was willing to join their ranks, to keep their organization safe.
He would wait outside of the old detainment center, his lone eye peering towards the hallway that lead to the chambers he spent two years behind. The memories of the men he met, the feelings he had felt came flooding back to him. Trys was apparently away, but another older Officer was supposed to meet him as part of his community service agreement--he could only hope the man was as open as she had been. So he waited for him to arrive, unsure of the galaxy and the part he would play.
tag: @Ecclessey