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Funny thing life is. After herding up Varia into the ship, and gathering what supplies they could take, it was a bumpy ride all the way to Coruscant. There of course, was the remains of what had once been her home. Apparently three years changes things. The embassy was not what she sought, though confirming her living status was a good step, she wanted a proper enclave to meet with the grandmaster and to hand Varia over for proper training. 
Why couldn’t life just be easy instead of funny? Her old office had been destroyed in the destruction, what little of it that was hers that remained had been put into storage, it would take awhile to retrieve her things. Such is life, she would have to wear rags a bit longer. 
With an order to deliver her personal belongings to Dantooine, it was only a hop skip on over to Dantooine. Of course Varia complained the whole way, first of the choice of direction then of the lack of vengeance for her family. (The girl would not give up until her ear was nearly yanked off by Ellina)
Landing on a new planet had never felt so good. Ellina almost felt like her old self barking orders at a poor knight that used to wander around Coruscant at night. Though happy to be a step closer to this venture being over, Ellina was far too wound up to be polite or to answer a heap of questions form curious faces. Ellina had made quick and short orders to get the orphaned girl into training immediately, then requested the direction of the grandmaster’s chambers. 
Not quite ready to face the music of her extended absence, but not wanting to prolong it either, she marched her way over with her head low, a hard limp to each of her steps. Force she could use a strong drink for this. Her body ached from moving so much in such a short amount of time, and her head pounded from the lack of sleep. Glares were given to each individual who looked her way, most glances telling her she looked as horrible as she felt, or maybe she was just the walking dead. 
Finding clothes that fit had been difficult with Varia’s mother being so slim. At the very least she had gotten a fresh shirt. Pants however were not an option, so marched the limping ghost of Master Kast, half clothed in designer wear and half in blood stained ripped rags. 
She was starting to feel really self conscious when she finally entered the council chambers. Weary of anyone being in there she paused, looking up to the four seats in the room with a sudden wave of calm washing over her. For being so simplistic, it was beautiful. The council room meant protection. For the first time in years she let her shoulders relax and her tension release around her. 
‘Home’ was the first thing that came to her mind. Jedi, council, safety, all followed after. Truly, even with her mind humming with whispers unsaid and faces in the corner of her eyes that weren’t there, she finally felt peace. She felt safe. 
Stepping up to one of the chairs slowly, she let one of her hands brush the back curiously. Who sat here? Who held these seats and kept things running now? Had she not been attacked, would one of them be hers? Would she still be considered a jedi master after being missing for so long? 
Should she be?
A small pit of anxiety filled her stomach, her eyes glazed over as she stared at the seat, contemplating not only her recent past and struggle, but now her fate and future. The force had played nothing but cruel jokes on her so far, what would be it’s next?



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The funniest thing about life, was the way it was forever changing. As he sat silently within the meditation chambers in the Dantooine Enclave, his mind was far from the troubles of the mundane; trivial Jedi politics within the Enclave, Masters who disliked their students, students acting unruly within the confines of the Enclave and in the greater community, and more. Here within the deepest reaches of the Force, the Grand Master found himself almost totally immersed in the current, following the rippling vibrations of the midiclorians as they ebbed and flowed throughout the galaxy. 


It was here in the stillness of the Force, that C'erian could feel entirely whole. Without the pressures of the outside world, he could meditate deeply without fear of interruption. He could forget his titles, his names, his own being and for a short period become part of something much larger and more omniscient than himself. His own body was nothing but matter, in the deepest reaches of the Force where no light existed except for the constant glow of the Force swirling around the galaxy. He could sit outside of his own body, disconnected from the very reality that surrounded it, and simply completely immerse himself in the constant weaving of time and energy that forever took place outside of the conscious minds of mortals.


It was dangerous at times. Sometimes the pull of the Force felt almost too great, the sense of oneness and serenity so impressive, that he found himself almost slipping forever from conscious mind into the universal hive mind, blending his own body and soul with the Force and becoming one with it forever. Yet as he found himself trying, a conscious part of his body found itself screaming into reality, reminding him that he was only a visitor in the spectral plane for now; that he had far more to do before the Force would allow him to join it. It was in moments like this that the face of Jakar Forsetti flashed into his mind, his face telling him ever so clearly (without speaking) that it wasn't his time. 


Slowly, and with great care, C'erian pulled himself out of his reverie, allowing his signature to drain back into his conscious shell. Sensation began to fill his muscles and fingers again, as he slowly adjusted to the physical world, after spending months in constant meditation. Joints that hadn't been used for all that time began to flash back into sensation, slowly forcing his eyes open, waiting for them to adjust to the light. It hadn't of course been months, only a matter of hours since he stepped into meditation, yet time felt different when so completely immersed in the Force. Hours felt like centuries, and centuries like hours. He would awaken from meditation sometimes with no grasp of how long he had been gone - but, as he slowly blended into reality, his sense of time and progression kicked in, telling him it was still the same day that he had stepped into his meditation.


He pulled his legs out from underneath him, and placed them firmly on the ground - not standing up, but allowing himself to adjust. Blood rushed from his squished legs and pins and needles flowed through his extremities, quickly subsiding. He tilted his head as reality began to clear; feeling a presence in the Force that he hadn't felt for such a long time. A smile began to form in the corner of his mouth, quickly replaced with regret over the way he had left his former Master. 


Ellina had come to Dantooine; where she had been, what she had been doing, almost irrelevant. As soon as he was able, he stood up, finding his balance and opened the door. It was only a quick walk from the meditation room to the Council Chambers, but Ellina was doing nothing to cloak her signature in the Force. The doors slid open as he walked towards them, and he strode through, looking towards the woman he had once called his Master, 'Master Kast, it is an honour to have you within our chambers. Welcome.'


Yet, something was wrong; different with the woman he had once known. He said nothing, letting his greeting speak for itself. 

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Master Kast    550

It wasn't uncommon for her to space out into her own thoughts, her neck mildly twitching in response to silent whispers in her ears, sometimes a quick flick of her hand to brush them away. So she wasn't entirely sure how long she had stood there simply letting her thoughts play over and over the horrid possible outcomes of her future. 

Did she want to come back to the order? Yes of course. Was that a possible outcome? Debatable. More than anything she missed the security and safety of the order and what peace it offered her. Politics and meetings were all rubbish, she hardly paid any attention to them before, but did her best to keep up with events. Now, she felt entirely like an outsider looking in simply standing in the council chambers. Were her previous padawans left alive? Not that she would expect them to wait for her. Hell she hadn't left even a note for her absence, she had never thought she would be gone for this long. A day or two was usual but... 

Almost three years now that she did the math, several chuckles in her mind echoed against her horror of realization. She flicked them away as well, laughing at her obliviousness was uncalled for. Still though her shock remained, her padawans were most likely knights now. Unless they waited for her, unlikely at best, but had they she wondered how she could possibly approach them and tell them she couldn't be the same as she was?

Another soft voice taunted her ear with temptation of returning to space, finding and uncharted world and suffering there rather than disappointing those wonderful young ones. Was that Xaja? Or Izzy this time? Again she swiped it away, tucking her hair behind her ear at the same time. Closing her eyes and taking a long deep breath, she focused instead on the soft waves of the force around her. Sensing the ones training outside, the people walking up and down the halls, she was still sensing out and trying to ground herself when she felt him. Her shoulders stiffened, preparing herself for the worst tongue lashing a jedi master could provide, until the familiar pulse registered in her mind as to who it was that was about to enter. 

 'Master Kast, it is an honour to have you within our chambers. Welcome.'

She almost couldn't bear to believe it, but her senses hadn't lied to her yet. Then again why wouldn't they now? When her hope was at her highest, she would be devastated if she turned around and the face did not match the voice. It was with a great steeling of nerves that she turned to finally face him, her teeth sharply biting into her lower lip. 

"C'erian?" Though he was aged from the last time she saw him, it was no doubt her former padawan, sort of. He appeared to had aged not really physically, but obviously mentally. No longer was the worn young man she had greeted in the docking hangar of Vornu, nor was the uneasy man she had cornered in the Archives and practically yanked into being her padawan. This was a seasoned and affirmed Jedi master before her, and there was no hope of calming the swell of emotions that burned in her chest threatening to explode.  It was like someone let loose fireworks in her lungs and chest, and though they exploded they had no where to go. 

Force have mercy on this poor child, for he was about to be smothered. As much as a Five foot two anorexic swap rat could smother a person. 

She hobbled as quickly as her leg would let her to propel herself like a rag doll onto the poor man, her thin arms wrapping around him as tightly as possible. Though for her, she could feel the weakness in her grip, no matter how she flexed her arms or how much strength she willed into her body, it simply was not there to be used. Had he wished, he could easily out maneuver her or pry her off of him. Not that she would be too happy about it, he was the first face she had seen that held comfort and memories with it. Someone she knew and trusted that wasn't dead. She was positive at some point his voice had been as the others on Borga, haunting her thoughts and accusing her of her obvious failures as a master and jedi. But here was proof they were wrong, that she was wrong, and that those voices were just mere illusions just like she kept telling herself. 

"Kriff I have so many questions..." Her voice strained to get out the words, cracking even as they came out, then came the sobs. Horrible, ugly, snot running, choking on just the air sobs. Her vision was completely gone as tears took over her eyes and ran freely down her face. 'He's definitely going to lock me up for crying like a nutcase, but at least I got to see him first.'

"I'm so sorry."

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'You have no need to apologise Ellina,' he said softly, letting her thin arms wrap around his body. It was comforting, after all this time, after hearing of the deaths of so many people he used to know, to see a face return from the ether, and come home, 'it is I that needs to apologise.'


His heart sunk, as he remembered the day he had walked out of the enclave on Vornu, leaving behind his Master and friend, and disappearing into the void of space, 'I travelled a long time to find myself after I left. Found an old Jedi on a backwater planet who helped me figure out who I was, and what I could become. I became a Master, for a short while,' the memory of his lost apprentice, killed during the destruction of the Vornu Enclave burned heavy on his mind. It was the day that he had left the Order, handed his lightsabers to Jakar and headed to Coruscant to sort it all out.


'If I could only tell you the stories - you would never believe them. I'm sure you heard that I was recently stood down as Supreme Chancellor of the Republic,' amongst other things of course. The struggle of political life, the intricacies of balancing power, and finally the death of the Jedi Grand Master and his faithful friend, which forced him into a position of extreme political power - being both Grand Master by appointment of the Senate, and Supreme Chancellor. The most politically powerful being in the galaxy, for a time, 'I was glad when I was able to let the responsibility go. I've made many mistakes; and they will haunt me until the end of days. My puritanical hunt of the Sith, after the attack that nearly took my life... I decimated the Empire, but the cost...'


He left the words sink in the air. He had sinned, in the name of peace and justice, but sooner or later he would be found guilty for his crimes - even if it was in Chaos his soul would find it. What he had done to destroy Lucian, to rid the galaxy of the scurge that is the Sith... 


'I have more questions,' he said, letting the thoughts of his past sink to the back of his mind, 'where have you been? And what brought you back?'

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Master Kast    550

Ellina tried her best to wipe away the mess on her face as she listened to C'erian. Taking true comfort in his voice though his words were low. It was a few minutes before her breathing was normal enough for her to speak without stuttering, which gave him plenty of time to finish as well. 


"You were troubled the day I met you in the hangar C'erian, I was not surprised you left, only worried." She offered him a smile and a squeeze on the arm, noting once more how small and frail even her hands had grown in comparison to her former self. "I am glad you moved forward though. All the way to here even!" Ellina looked around the room for emphasis, having assumed he was now the grandmaster. "But I have always had faith in you, and past mistakes aside, that faith will not waiver." She smiled, her tear stained face still red and blotchy but genuine. 


That smile faltered when she realized she would have to tell her tale. "It's not a pleasant story. You remember the fugitives tagged as traitors when we left Vornu and merged onto Tython?" She bit the inside of her lip, not really waiting for an affirmative answer. "One of them was my former master. I've tried to bring him back to atone but he refuses, and chose to take over his family matters." Her head fell and she stared at the stone beneath her feet. Her breathing turned a bit ragged as the pain and shame hit her. 


"I received info on a possible location for him, and of course I chased it... We were passing Borga when the ship was attacked. I was deep in meditation trying to reach Ark- and Plio- " Ellina sucked in a breath, looking up and away to the door, fresh tears filling her eyes. She couldn't bring herself to look at C'erian for a moment. 


"I don't think you met Plio. He was my head of staff for security on Vornu. Loyal... A friend. It's my fault he is gone. I hate piloting, never liked flying." She sucked in air through her teeth and let it out slowly, pushing back the hysteria and blinking away the image of Plio standing in the doorway, smirking at her in amusement. "We crash landed, I was injured and the ship was in ruins. I've been scavenging like a vermin for years. The few people that travel there aren't exactly there on vaction." Ellina gestured to her leg, her old pants still ripped and burned. The clear hole of a blaster pistol in her thigh evident, as was the scarred skin underneath. She let out a snort, her nose twitching distastefully. "I found a few interesting things on the planet. An old temple being one of them. But more importantly, I came across a family on the run."


Ellina blinked slowly, her mouth twitching as if she hated the taste of her own words. "They were being hunted. I was too late for the parents. The girl... Varia..." She locked her eyes on C'erian, something akin to hope and curiosity burning behind them "She is strong in the force C'erian. Very strong. And very untrained. I brought her here for learning, her parent's ship was still intact thankfully. Now I am here."


She shrugged her shoulders and sighed, as if the story had worn her out. "I don't.. I'm not sure what to do now. Where do I fit in now?"

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'Among the motley crew of misfits and tag-alongs we've inherited,' C'erian said with gentle humour, 'Things have changed considerably since Tython - but as the Grand Master I do have some amount of authority here. I have no doubt that we can find space for you in any capacity that suits you,' there was a glint in his eye, 'The Force works in mysterious ways, my old friend, and the path on which we all must take is as murky and winding as a river. One moment we are walking in shallow waters surrounded by the calm, the next we are engulfed by water,  uncertain of where and when we are.'


He gave a pause, taking a breath, 'Apologies, I find myself a little more philosophical nowadays, especially when training the newest students in the Force, and it slips into my every day conversation. The Force has brought you here for whatever reason, so perhaps the Force will give you clarity and reason on what you are meant to do now you are here. Simply meditate, or allow the river to guide you towards where you are meant to be. All you need to do is immerse yourself in the tide and allow yourself to discover yourself,' he paused, 'until you figure it out, perhaps you'll stay at this Enclave and sit in on a few lessons; you might relearn some things, and give some pointers while you're at it. There is plenty they could learn from you.


'There is a world of possibility here, and the Jedi will need people just like you in order to see it through,' his voice was gentler now, a little more thoughtful, 'At the moment, I hold the position of Grand Master, and lead the Order, but my time at the helm is quickly coming to an end. The Council has agreed to appoint a Speaker of the Jedi - an elected representative to be the Head of the Jedi Order, so that I can take some time away once more.'


He was quick to silence any concern that Ellina might have, 'My friend, Grand Master Jakar Forsetti passed into the Force during a routine mission a few years back, I escorted his lightsaber back to his home world of Corellia, in order for the Green Jedi to pay their respects to his memory. At the time, his spirit came to me and tried to mentor me in the Force, and tried to guide me on a path through the galaxy to discover myself. For reasons I still don't know, I declined, and returned back to Coruscant; something I class as one of my many great mistakes. I have approached the Council and sought they leave to go on an extended leave of absence; to travel the path that Jakar laid out for me, and to finish what I started.'


He rested his hand on her shoulder, 'I haven't completely decided whether I'm going to come back yet, but knowing you are here, in some capacity, might motivate me. I leave tomorrow - a day later, and you might have missed me entirely. I expect that I will be stripped of my titles long before I get back - but I leave as a Grand Master, in title if not in duties. I will pay for my crimes, Ellina, the path to the destruction of the Sith is paved with regret, guilt and crimes of which I cannot name. But vindication that what I did, I did in the name of the Force.'

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Master Kast    550

Her moment of comfort was swept right out from under her feet.


From words of comfort to reassurances of her fate, to... C'erian leaving? She disticntly felt her stomach drop to the floor and her face fall marginally. Part of this return was to find her friends and company that she had so longed for and missed. She had so many other questions- Where were Xaja and the twins? Who would take position of grand master now? Who and what was this speaker of the jedi? How would this all work?


HEr mind reeled as she attempted to take it all in and keep herself grounded at the same time. A part of her- a small part- was logical and said this was what he needed to do, this was his path and his future he would have to take. All the same, she couldn't help but feel the panic and unsettling feeling in her stomach at the thought of essentially being left alone again. She almost considered begging him to stay. Had she not been gone for as long as she had she would have. 


Blinking herself free from her entrapping thoughts, Ellina looked at him once more. "I... What will I do while you're gone Grandmaster?" Ellina smiled ruefully, meaning the question to come out rhetorical, but there was no tone behind it to make it seem so. She sighed and rolled her shoulders "I will stay and meditate on my demons, maybe find a new calling within the jedi. I can't imagine myself going anywhere else, nor would I want to. I can't imagine you anywhere else either."


Ellina leaned back on her heels and looked over C'erian "I hope things go well for you."

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