Hera sat quietly on a little wooden bench outside of a small inn. The Ithorians revered nature and being one with the environment of their planet, so it was only natural that their villages reflected their beliefs. When Hera brought Koemi and Leon back to Ithor, she sent her Padawan away back to the temple and took Koemi to the little village outside of the temple's grounds. After a pro bono -Hera had paid- time for rest, she waited outside to see if Koemi was still interested in going to see the Jedi temple and, possibly, joining the Jedi Order.
But Hera's hopes were not high. She had not made the most positive impression of the Jedi upon Koemi, having killed two terrorists right before her very eyes. Hera cursed herself for her lack of tact and not thinking to simply disarm the terrorists. At that moment, knowing the weapons they had and the concentration of civilians around them, Hera instinctively chose the option that would cause the least collateral damage. But that option still carried with it the weight of taking two lives, two people whom she did not, and now could never, know.
Her lightsabers, strapped to her back, weighed heavily on her. Even heavier than the green armor she wore nearly everywhere she went. In the interim, a whirlwind of events had occurred for the former knight. She had been made a Jedi councilmember, and now she had the authority to do nearly anything she wanted. In a greater sense though, she now was a face of representation for the entire Jedi order. If she did not carry herself in a manner befitting her station, she would reflect badly on more than just herself.
It was these solemn thoughts that Hera found herself drowning in. If Koemi so wished, she could probably get away with sneaking away from Hera without the Jedi ever knowing.
But Hera's hopes were not high. She had not made the most positive impression of the Jedi upon Koemi, having killed two terrorists right before her very eyes. Hera cursed herself for her lack of tact and not thinking to simply disarm the terrorists. At that moment, knowing the weapons they had and the concentration of civilians around them, Hera instinctively chose the option that would cause the least collateral damage. But that option still carried with it the weight of taking two lives, two people whom she did not, and now could never, know.
Her lightsabers, strapped to her back, weighed heavily on her. Even heavier than the green armor she wore nearly everywhere she went. In the interim, a whirlwind of events had occurred for the former knight. She had been made a Jedi councilmember, and now she had the authority to do nearly anything she wanted. In a greater sense though, she now was a face of representation for the entire Jedi order. If she did not carry herself in a manner befitting her station, she would reflect badly on more than just herself.
It was these solemn thoughts that Hera found herself drowning in. If Koemi so wished, she could probably get away with sneaking away from Hera without the Jedi ever knowing.
@Tulos