There was a strange air to the jungle world of Ajan Kloss, the usual decorations or liveliness that filed the temple of peace had been filled with a somber reflection, the colorful tapestries that typically lined the halls of their temple had been replaced with banners of white--a symbol of purity and a passing on into the force, the Jedi believed that one's will would go on to join the Force in their passing, to rejoice for those who pass on, and to not fill oneself with resentment. These words were simple, and they were taught to every Jedi during training, but Jedi no matter the tales are still mortal creatures, and thus the pain could be felt across the yards and temple.
@Nashyr Ris and @Saul Devan had given their lives to defend Rangers and Prisoners as they fled the destruction of the Coruscant Prison, their lives were the first to fall at the hand of darksiders since Ben Solo's sacrifice all those years ago on Exogol. Jedi from all over the galaxy had arrived to pay respects to their fallen, and to celebrate their life, but that wasn't all. Members of the Sector Rangers and even the Free Worlds Alliance had come to pay respects to the fallen, and thus pictures of the fallen Rangers of Corellia and Coruscant had been put on full display across the commons area of the temple. The memorial service would be held inside the temple, where Jedi and Rangers alike could pay their respects to the dead, though there were some who could be found lingering around the rain swept courtyards of the temple.
Oren hadn't slept much, knowing that today was coming. He had been there on the front lines, he had witnessed the destruction that two Champions of the Darkside could bring, and he had been powerless to stop them, he should have had Nashyr and the others help on the evacuation, but they stayed with him and now they were gone. Not much had gone well during his tenure as the Jedi, though he knew that Nash would say that he had been holding it all against his shoulders, and that it wasn't true, but that's how he felt. Countless Jedi had gotten injured under his command and now two of them, were dead.
The Jedi Master saw the diplomatic ships slowly trickle across the atmosphere, their thrusters bursting through the stormy sky. He was alone at the Memorial Site for Jedi of all versions of the Order who had fallen in battle. He had been there since dawn, alone in reflection on his own shortcomings and failures--his black jedi robes soaked with the rain. Today would be a celebration on the Jedi and Ranger's life, lives that Oren felt he could have and should have saved. I'm sorry..