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Important links and points of interest (will be updated as we progress):
- New Tython
- Arca Praxeum
- Glade of Meditation
- Turel Sorenn
- Fort Pernicar - House Hoth home base
- Camp Dall’ra
Arca Praxeum - Glade of Meditation
One week after the O’reenian conflict
A light wind caressed the mighty walls of the Arca Praxeum, bringing some much needed cool to the overheated Academy. It was summer and a time of joy and happiness, in spite of the conflicts that came and went recently. Yhi burned high up in the blue sky and showered it’s nurturing warmth down on Vorsa’s branches, refreshing her aching body and feeding her a-plenty. She was happy to be in the Glade of Meditation again, at peace and ease. Finally, a respite.
Footsteps roused her from her half-sleepy state. A very familiar and warm presence filled her mind and she smiled. Turel stood several meters from her, bowing his aging head, “Master Vorsa.”
Vorsa opened her golden eyes and looked at the man with affection, still smiling, “my dearest friend. Sit and meditate with me,” she called.
Turel approached and sat behind her, facing back-to-back. He exhaled a deep breath and straightened himself. Turel was never one for deep meditations like Vorsa, but he liked to just sit with her and muse about the Force and it’s ebbs and flows. It was relaxing for both of them, especially after almost a year apart. Their minds touched again, emphatically connected through the current that binds all things together, and they found calm and serenity.
Vorsa felt her aches and worries leave her mind, and only joy remained. She truly missed her apprentice’s presence and felt, on more than one occasion, as if she had lost part of herself the day he fled to Arcona. The subsequent terror of thinking he had turned churned her insides for months on end. Worry had creeped into every cell of her body and she had begun losing herself to the fear.
But she was free now. Liberated from any sense of anxiety as soon as she knew Turel’s heart was truly pure. An inkling of his true intentions was apparent to her on Korriban when her unit captured him during an Arconan infiltration. They exchanged brief words but it was a time of war and worry and not at all a time for self-exploration and self-doubt. They were enemies then - a fact she could never swallow willingly for she loved the man more than any other being in the galaxy. Like a mother loved her child. She both enjoyed and feared these feelings.
They both sighed and released the pent up tension, relaxing and leaning on one another. Turel’s hand grasped Vorsa’s own as he spoke finally, “Thank you, Master. For believing in me again when no one else would.”
Vorsa smiled and closed her eyes, “I never stopped, my dear boy. I never truly stopped believing.”
“And,” he continued, “I’m sorry I ever worried you.”
Vorsa snickered a sound she didn’t make all too often, “now for that you will have to pay,” she replied standing up suddenly, “you will help me with new arrivals.”
Arca Praxeum - Landing pad
Half an hour later
Revak paced across the entrance to the large hangar that housed the Praxeum’s only shuttle for orbit-to-ground transport. Incidentally it wasn’t there at the moment, but ferrying the next group of initiates traveling from many parts of the galaxy into the loving arms of the instructors and teachers at the Praxeum Academy.
The Aedile of House Hoth was here on official business from Fort Pernicar, welcoming new recruits to the House, wihile Seraphol had his hands full at home. It seemed as if he had been digging an oval trench as he paced around in one spot. He seemed nervous for some reason. Vorsa and Turel walked in just as he stopped and looked over towards them. He flashed both a smile.
“Good day, Vorsa, Turel. You’re here about the new arrivals?” he asked politely.
“Yes,” Vorsa replied, “I was certain they would already be here. We rushed worrying we were late.”
“No, you’re not. In fact I’m having trouble contacting the shuttle,” he paced several more steps, “it seemed they had to land not far from the Praxeum due to engine malfunction. I’m just now waiting for confirmation and for a pilot from Camp Dall’ra to arrive with a transport.”
“I wouldn’t worry about it, though,” Turel said smirking, “after all it’s just a jungle. No real threats there. Just the odd animal or two.”
“Well, I would not be so sure,” Vorsa interjected, “there are the Iwu Haraki tribe out there, and they like their territory very much. We have had several run-ins before - all hostile. We have pulled out every time so as not to disturb them, and they seem intent on leaving the Praxeum alone, however I fear they may perceive the shuttle as a threat. That’s why travel on foot outside is ill advised, though the trade route is far off from their country,” she stroked her tattooed chin.
“You see my problem, then,” Revak surmised.
"Yeah, sure do, "Turel seemed worried for a second but changed his expression immediately, “well, we might as well help Revak with this. Not like we have anything better to do.”
Vorsa smiled and nodded, knowing Turel would find any excuse to leave the classroom and training grounds to see some excitement. She couldn’t blame him, really. She was the same, after all, though she would hardly admit it, “that seems to be a prudent course of action. We shall go with you and help in any way we can, Revak.”
“Yes, Councillor,” Revak nodded a thank you and opened the commlink to the LAAT pilot still some miles away from the Praxeum.
Iwu Haraki territory
The shuttle had landed more or less safely on a small patch of open grass in the jungle, west-northwest of the Praxeum. The pilot, an aging veteran of the KUDF and retired navy pilot opened the emergency rations locker and picked up two containers, “here you go, lads and lasses. Emergency food and water if anyone gets peckish. I’ll be checking out the engines to see what went wrong.”
“Sir?” one of the academy initiates, no older than fourteen, asked in a panicky voice, “when are we going to leave? Are we going to be okay?”
“Oh don’t you worry your young head, boy-o. I’ve sent a message to the Praxeum. The Masters will be 'ere soon enough, picking you up while the techs and I repair this hunk of junk,” the pilot smiled and rustled the young man’s hair, “you just sit here and stay put, alright?. I’ll be right in this here compartment, checking the engine. If you need anything, just ask,” he finished, entering the engine compartment to check the damage.
The shuttle door was opened so students could exit, but the pilot forbade anyone from venturing into the jungle or too far from the shuttle, but who ever listened to old people anyway. There be beasts, he said, and many of the younger initiates were genuinely frightened by the threat. Not so for some of the older ones, like Jedi Knight Jo Sunni, a fully trained Knight from Naga Sadow who found her way to the light through darkness.
She sat crosslegged on her seat right next to the gaping door-ramp, half-amusedly observing the students coming in and going out. So far this journey started off badly, but she hoped it would end on a good note.
“Might as well sit back and relax until this is done,” a young male voice came from behind her. A Zeltron lad her age, approximately, with black hair and a welcoming face looked at her, smiling. He looked her over and saw the saber she had at her hip.
“Well at least you can defend us if any bad ‘monsters’ come by.” he chuckled, “my name is Hurral, a new initiate at the Praxeum. And you are?”