Caris was the brooding type. Not by nature really, but by reputation. His penchant for working alone and eschewing traditional Jedi worlds labeled him an outcast. A typical lightsaber first, questions later type of man. The truth was Caris didn’t brood…at least not much. He was a Shadow, and he took lives in the name of the Jedi. A dead Sith could not kill again but there was no hate in his heart. No secret pool of Darkness egging him forward. Caris was a Jedi…not a cliché. He did what was necessary for the good of the galaxy. Rarely, did he brood…except when his thoughts drifted to Ossus. An utter failure that deserved reproach. Ansion had been a small bite at redemption. It did not feel like enough. Now he had a second chance. Thankfully, Caris was not the particular leader of this mission. That distinction fell to Crix.
He had only one task. Redemption. The Resistance Fleet had engaged the Sith armada surrounding Ossus. As planned, they had lured the Imperial vessels to the nearby moons. With their cover in place, dropships with marines and mercenaries hurtled towards the massive Scourge of Agamar. They were mere seconds from boarding. Caris sat with his hands between his legs. His red sabered blade tucked into his sleeve. Anticipation built in the Force. He smiled and raised his hood. He did not brood but he did love an entrance.
Caris would wait for instructions from Crix but the three Jedi had a simple task. Find the bridge, locate the admiral, and politely ask for surrender. They were instructed to act through any means necessary. That was why Caris was brought. He would not find the necessary choices squeamish.
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