Post by Dunta on Sept 26, 2013 11:10:53 GMT -8
Prologue
**There it was, sitting peacefully upon its pedestal in the middle of the archives. Surrounded by the accumulated knowledge of the Correlian Jedi Order sat a simple cube, a Holocron belonging to the healer of the order and the mender of the Jedi... at least for a time. The Holocron pulsed with the purple glow of Jedi Grand Master Dunta Coral's lightsaber, denoting his chosen role within the Council before being elevated so many years ago; a Healer. Laying against the pedestal was the staff of the Hermit, the weapon carried when Master Coral and the Hermit of Selonia were merged as one by the force. The final artifact was interesting, a curved hilt saber, one of the originals he had learned to fight with. Giving up that style of combat for the more defensive Soresu, the hilt was seldom used, but seemed fitting in its current setting. There they were, three simple symbols that perfectly summed up who he was, a Healer, a Warrior, and a man of cautious wisdom... and my father.**
Tomis hadn't been to the academy for years. It had been 5 years since his fall at the hand of a crazed serial killer roaming the streets of Coronet, four years since his fathers death, and even longer since he last talked to his father at all. Dunta had never understood Tomis' desire to protect others, by any means, and Tomis knew that talking to his father about his fall would just hurt him further... so he remained isolated within CorSec Special Operations, leading an elite team of warriors and protecting the world they both had loved. However, even the hardened heart of a killer needed to reflect, and after a close call with death himself, Tomis had decided it was time to visit his father Holocron, his remaining legacy.
Tomis slowly approached the dais, feeling the familiar linger of his fathers presence upon the artifact. Though he was sure not many in the academy would recognize him, Tomis decided to keep his hood up, covering the darkness that had consumed some of his features, and remained totally focused on what he had come here to do: talk to his lost father.
The Holocron seemed to sense Tomis' approach, as an image of his father, a much younger image of him in fact, materialized in front of the Dark Jedi. Arms outstretched the image of Tomis' father beamed down on his son, welcoming him closer.
<<It is great to see you again Son.>>
"Hello father. I am sorry th..."
Don't appologize, it is understandable Tomis. I am just glad that you are here now
**I moved to the podium, and slowly touch the staff of the Hermit. I hadn't known my father during this phase of his life as he was isolated from us all on Selonia. It was then that I realized just how much I didn't know about the man who's image I was staring at. I didn't know his youth, I didn't know my mother, I didn't know about his training or ...**
Would you like to know Tomis? I can tell you everything, and it will help you get over this loss... Maybe you will be able to understand why I am content once the story is over.
"I would like that"
Then let us begin at the beginning...
**There it was, sitting peacefully upon its pedestal in the middle of the archives. Surrounded by the accumulated knowledge of the Correlian Jedi Order sat a simple cube, a Holocron belonging to the healer of the order and the mender of the Jedi... at least for a time. The Holocron pulsed with the purple glow of Jedi Grand Master Dunta Coral's lightsaber, denoting his chosen role within the Council before being elevated so many years ago; a Healer. Laying against the pedestal was the staff of the Hermit, the weapon carried when Master Coral and the Hermit of Selonia were merged as one by the force. The final artifact was interesting, a curved hilt saber, one of the originals he had learned to fight with. Giving up that style of combat for the more defensive Soresu, the hilt was seldom used, but seemed fitting in its current setting. There they were, three simple symbols that perfectly summed up who he was, a Healer, a Warrior, and a man of cautious wisdom... and my father.**
Tomis hadn't been to the academy for years. It had been 5 years since his fall at the hand of a crazed serial killer roaming the streets of Coronet, four years since his fathers death, and even longer since he last talked to his father at all. Dunta had never understood Tomis' desire to protect others, by any means, and Tomis knew that talking to his father about his fall would just hurt him further... so he remained isolated within CorSec Special Operations, leading an elite team of warriors and protecting the world they both had loved. However, even the hardened heart of a killer needed to reflect, and after a close call with death himself, Tomis had decided it was time to visit his father Holocron, his remaining legacy.
Tomis slowly approached the dais, feeling the familiar linger of his fathers presence upon the artifact. Though he was sure not many in the academy would recognize him, Tomis decided to keep his hood up, covering the darkness that had consumed some of his features, and remained totally focused on what he had come here to do: talk to his lost father.
The Holocron seemed to sense Tomis' approach, as an image of his father, a much younger image of him in fact, materialized in front of the Dark Jedi. Arms outstretched the image of Tomis' father beamed down on his son, welcoming him closer.
<<It is great to see you again Son.>>
"Hello father. I am sorry th..."
Don't appologize, it is understandable Tomis. I am just glad that you are here now
**I moved to the podium, and slowly touch the staff of the Hermit. I hadn't known my father during this phase of his life as he was isolated from us all on Selonia. It was then that I realized just how much I didn't know about the man who's image I was staring at. I didn't know his youth, I didn't know my mother, I didn't know about his training or ...**
Would you like to know Tomis? I can tell you everything, and it will help you get over this loss... Maybe you will be able to understand why I am content once the story is over.
"I would like that"
Then let us begin at the beginning...