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He didn't sense anyone else, though that didn't necessarily mean there wasn't anyone. He couldn't trust many in this Galaxy, but if there was one thing he was going to bet on, it would be that Ralaa would never bring harm to the children here. He took a tentative step forward. "Are you alright...

His head rest against the metallic surface behind him as he closed his eyes. He had begun to doze a bit when something pulled at the back of his mind. A feeling of...familarity. The late summer breeze carried with a scent that reminded him of her. He could almost feel her. Surely he his mind had...

Andara Two Years after Tython Time heals most wounds, or at least staying busy enough you didn't have time to think about it did. Silas had thrown himself into his life work at Sanctuary after Tython. He had assumed he could be on peaceful terms with the Jedi, if not allies. He had been...

He turned towards the fox, a hard expression on his face. He took the disk from him and turned away. He had no interest in seeing what was on it. No interest in hearing a shame coerced confession. Ralaa had seen the Jedi for what they were, but seeing the truth and being brave enough to accept...

Silas sat quietly meditating. He noted that was what Loa should have been doing as well, but she was..distracted. He ignored her attempts to do...whatever she was trying to do. He could hardly blame her for growing antsy as he was growing quite restless himself. He was used to being busy, too...

He listened as she spoke, not interrupting as she moved through various topics, all of which spoke to the stress she had been going through. Silas knew he was no friend to the Jedi Order but he had vastly underestimated the amount of contempt they held for him. Would he had done differently had...

He couldn't help but smile at the light-hearted tone of the Jedi Master. "We all have our talents." he replied as the door closed behind Wyck as he entered. Silas let out a chuckle as the Master's next comment as well. "As someone who has spent the better part of the last decade on Coruscant...

It was early. Early even for Jedi Standards, but Silas had always had to train Loa before the busy mornings around the orphanage. It was a habit of necessity that awoke him in the middle of the night. Last time he had left his quarters and had been permitted to train with Loa he had been...

Tython - Silas' "Quarters" It had been several days since Silas had met with the Fox Jedi. It was apparent the creature couldn't or wouldn't look past the label he had been given by the Order nearly a decade prior. So Silas made his own request to meet with one of the Jedi Council, a Jedi that...

"Good Morning." he replied as she rolled over. They sat there for a quiet moment, Silas resting a hand on her leg as thoughts of what they now had to do ran through his mind. He detested violence. He had lived through wars, had killed more than he could count in his life, it still made him sick...

Silas was impressed when Loa stepped into the attack instead of back away. The kick was solid but wouldn't be anywhere near enough to drop her as direct contact would have. As he shifted his weight, to recoil from the kick he felt the tug of the Force, not from Loa, but from somewhere nearby...

She seemed to understand, but also seemed to grasp with the daunting task that lay before her. It was not an easy life to have the power to destroy at your fingertips and deny that urge. Silas deeply understood this and sympathized with the woman. “Now.” He said. “We start with your boots.” He...

He smiled, though he was still unsure what the woman expected, there was nothing to do but begin and see where it went. He glanced at the chrono on the wall. "Well." he said standing up. "In about 15 minutes this place is going to be too loud to hear yourself even think." he finished motioning...

"and yet you lose your feigned worry for her safety so quickly and move to accusations. I have given means of which to contact her and confessed that I stole the codes from her." he said reaching the bottom of cup of tea. "If you have further to say about the matter, you will have to do so with...

Her words were honest and sincere, but they also hurt. He was so sure of what they had, he could feel it every once of himself and to hear her doubts pained him but he listened, not pulling away from her. Maybe he was too afraid to let her go, too desperate to not be alone. He lay quietly in...

The day prior the same Jedi had feigned worry about the same Jedi he now all but accused of wrongdoing. "If you are referring to the codes I used to gain access to this academy to attend the funeral of Eivor, then she should be in no trouble. I took them, without her knowledge and acted solely...

"But she let you stay." he said chuckling. That's where someone had to look if they were to find the type of compassion that Nan had for others, in between the lines. "She hated the Jedi and she didn't throw you out herself. Quite the impression." he said continuing to look down at the bear...

This was indeed Nan's room. As Ralaa sat on the bed, Silas moved to the other side of the small room and picked up a small stuffed animal that had lost an eye. As his fingers touched the dirt covered animal, he could see the scene play out clearly in his mind as if it was happening right in...

There would have been a time long ago, that the gaze of a Jedi Master, even one of such stature would have been extremely unsettling. He was no longer that scared youngling. He had seen the Jedi Order, its good and its bad. Knew that even the legendary Masters were prone to error. He sat...

Coruscant They landed on Coruscant and made their way to the site of the old orphanage. He had not been back here since they had left. That seemed like a lifetime ago. They found the burnt-out building in pretty much the same state they had left it in. He wasn't sure if it was just his mind...