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Arkanis
Ark-Sector Conveyance Experts, Headquarters
A few weeks had passed since the harrowing events on Ryloth, and their return home to Arkanis. One of their number had been taken captive and tortured grievously. Though they had banded together and brought a furious rescue to its successful conclusion, their family had not come out of it unscathed. Not only had Hart suffered at the hands of Zosma, but several of them were wounded during the rescue that even with the aide of Force Healing and bacta, it had taken time to heal. Though their bodies were mending, some of the wounds inflicted had been more than physical. The young Jedi knew that a few of his beloved group had not come home without more than a few scars, ones that would take far longer to heal.
As for the Jedi himself, he had spent much of the time since their return in deep contemplation and meditation. His wounds were minor by comparison and had mended quickly. With the downtime came a restlessness that he couldn't explain, which is why he had secluded himself in the small temple here to seek answers. Answers that came with the remembrance of his master's death. Of a promise made and a quest unfulfilled. Hours spent in the archives on Tython, studying the holocron they'd found and the four points on the starmap he had committed to memory. Dantooine. Csilla. Dagobah. Ossus. Four worlds, on opposite sides of the galaxy.
Tycho's brow furrowed a bit as he pondered the four locations. Eyes closed. Legs crossed over one another as he sat, slightly elevated off the floor via telekinesis. Four lightsabers sat in an organized row in front of him. His robes hung to the floor below him, and his open palms were at rest upon his knees. So much had come to pass since Master Kayde's death. And in all that time he'd yet to even attempt to honor the promise he made to her. That regret, began to weigh heavily on his shoulders. And after Ryloth, he had begun to think often of the task and the destiny for which he suspected lay before him. And yet, as he had thrown his lot in with those he now called family, he found it difficult to come to a decision. Leaving them to go out on his own was something that the Jedi found far more difficult to do that he had first believed.