One week. No new ships, no new fuel. Two weeks, the same. Three weeks, the same. The was supposed to be one of the only functioning spaceports on the planet, yet over the course of a month, not a single ship arrived. His own ship just sat on the landing pad, sunlight shining off it's chromium hull and blinding anyone who looked at it to long. For his part, Laeonas had found ways to keep himself busy-- advising Kat on important matters when asked, performing tasks and errands that needed to be done. He had been allowed to land and stay as her guest, and he'd acted accordingly, but he was starting to feel more and more stranded with each passing day.
At the same time, the Brentaalan had started to get more and more familiar with the Cauldron. He'd met dozens of Kat's direct subjects and followers, traveled through the tunnels dozens of time, drank and talked with it's people. He was still treated like a foreigner, but over time his existence had simply become a fact of like that Kat's people accepted. Laeonas had gone out of his way to be outgoing because it was necessary at first, but he eventually found himself spending time around the Rattataki to stave off isolation. He only had one family member back home, and the Jedi... it would take a long, long time before they accepted him back.
He'd never felt like he needed... people before. When he was stranded on Dantooine, the silence had driven him to madness. It only dawned on him now that the farmer who'd saved him, and the daughter who'd laid with him were what pulled him back from the edge. Joining the Jedi had given him something more than he'd ever had before-- beyond a tiny family or a circle of friends he only ever half trusted, they had provided community, purpose, and genuine trust. He'd lost that in the months since his exile, and he'd been desperate to try and grasp at it again while he was here, to forget that he was trapped and surrounded by foreigners who he feared might always look at him different.
The worst part was that the enemy might even be here. Kat had so casually mentioned that she'd met and talked with Sith before-- that they'd come to this world and met a powerful warlord like herself chilled him to his core. He'd spent the past decades watching as they'd gone from monsters in bedtime stories to living, breathing beasts that made the stories of lightning and giant space lasers look childish by comparison. He couldn't bear to stay much longer... but Deus willing, as long as he were on this world, he wouldn't let a single Sith draw breathe.
All this contemplation broke him from his meditation, aquamarines fluttering open and darting around his room. He took a long, deep breathe, and tried to get back to it... but he was far to rattled now. He needed to relax, and so he slipped into a jacket and made his way down the tunnels.
@LadyRen
OOC: This Thread takes place shortly after Laeonas and Celeste arrived on Rattatak