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The echoes of Garreth's boots thudding against the marble floor droned on for what seemed like an eternity as he stopped to observe the duration of his own sound. Not a soul but himself traversed this lonely great hall. Its history was something of a secretive nature, in fact, gaining entry was not even permitted to those below that of a master's ranking. However, it had always been difficult for Garreth to obey the orders of those above him.
Even more so once he joined the order.
Thud after thud, he pressed further on. The occasional beam of light shining through the ceiling to give the bare minimum for lighting in these parts of the temple. The lone knight took a moment to stretch out his newfound prosthetic limb against the light, its form a shadow of what once was. His robes were a pristine white, almost heavenly in appearance as his robotics casted a complete and uttered contrast.
Blackened in their entirety.
It was there within the light that Garreth stood basking in its warmth for a moment. The sun's rays reaching down and providing a thoughtful time where his mind wandered backwards in time. Just as the memories came into view, he shook himself angrily as his right hand nearly tried to tear at the metal that now obscured his face. Dropping to his knees and roaring like that of a wretched beast, the pain was all too much.
He had only been released a week ago from recovery. Told time and time again to not touch the cybernetics on his face. The concern was that they would not meld properly with the flesh. Secretly he scorned the doctors, the nurses, the healers and everyone else who tried to help.
It was irrational to feel this way and Garreth knew it.
Surrounding him in this great hall was the monuments and statues of Jedi who had long past. Their deeds remembered forever and cast in stone. Their species ranged from the ever so common human, kel-dorian, wookie and so forth. It was here that the damaged knight would find his refuge away from the rest of the flock. Every time Garreth passed by his brothers and sisters, he could feel their gazes. While it was mostly pity, there was a sense of shame in what he had been given by the sith. This was their branding. A mark in which he would forever remember the battle of felucia and how he was..
"Who goes there?"
Garreth raised himself to his feet, his posture alert and seemingly on the offense. The question was posed with alarm, his tone clearly indicating a bit of anger. He had never seen another soul down here before. Not even the masters. His solitude had been interrupted.
Even more so once he joined the order.
Thud after thud, he pressed further on. The occasional beam of light shining through the ceiling to give the bare minimum for lighting in these parts of the temple. The lone knight took a moment to stretch out his newfound prosthetic limb against the light, its form a shadow of what once was. His robes were a pristine white, almost heavenly in appearance as his robotics casted a complete and uttered contrast.
Blackened in their entirety.
It was there within the light that Garreth stood basking in its warmth for a moment. The sun's rays reaching down and providing a thoughtful time where his mind wandered backwards in time. Just as the memories came into view, he shook himself angrily as his right hand nearly tried to tear at the metal that now obscured his face. Dropping to his knees and roaring like that of a wretched beast, the pain was all too much.
He had only been released a week ago from recovery. Told time and time again to not touch the cybernetics on his face. The concern was that they would not meld properly with the flesh. Secretly he scorned the doctors, the nurses, the healers and everyone else who tried to help.
It was irrational to feel this way and Garreth knew it.
Surrounding him in this great hall was the monuments and statues of Jedi who had long past. Their deeds remembered forever and cast in stone. Their species ranged from the ever so common human, kel-dorian, wookie and so forth. It was here that the damaged knight would find his refuge away from the rest of the flock. Every time Garreth passed by his brothers and sisters, he could feel their gazes. While it was mostly pity, there was a sense of shame in what he had been given by the sith. This was their branding. A mark in which he would forever remember the battle of felucia and how he was..
"Who goes there?"
Garreth raised himself to his feet, his posture alert and seemingly on the offense. The question was posed with alarm, his tone clearly indicating a bit of anger. He had never seen another soul down here before. Not even the masters. His solitude had been interrupted.