Redemption of a Priest

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.:.Lance's boots touched on the fresh grass of Kal'Shabbol, and a wide grin came upon the face of the Bendu Priest - Lance Al'Galzrek couldn't help himself. It was wonderful to be home again. He fastened his traditional, orange cape, and brushed off his armor - he was in formal gear - nothing less for the honor of he High Priest. He took a deep breath, and walked into the chambers of the High Priest. He ran a hand through his now white hair, and gently walked over towards the large window within the ancient room. The room was wondrous, lit up by numerous glowing fires, creating a calm, yet proud atmosphere in the room. His icy blue eyes looked out through the window, looking at the beautiful, peaceful landscape - the rolling plains of fresh, green grass, and the blue waters of the Ashlan Ocean. He folded his hands in front of him, and waited, patiently. He did not have to notify the High Priest that he was there, for he already knew he was in the audience chamber, and patience was a virtue.:.
 

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*Josiah had been in meditation for some hours. He had given his students a much needed break for the day, though the break was not just for him. He had been so busy with training his students and the recently proclaimed ‘time of awakening’ for Kal’Shabbol that he needed the chance to catch up on his meditations. He had always been able to strike a balance between his emotions and his professionalism, but the balance had begun slipping as of late and he knew he needed a break, even if it was simply for a day.

The smells of the fresh air were intoxicating. The day before, a rain storm had made its way from the far side of the mountain and the strong winds blew the sweet scents of the entire planet. With one intake of air, one could smell the wheat of the plains, the roses of the gardens, the snow of the mountains and the salt air of the oceans. Nothing compared to it, hence why he could never call any other place home. The Temple of Light meant more to him than anyone could ever know, even without the smell of the fresh mountain air.

His meditations were momentarily interrupted by the arrival of a familiar presence. Lance Al’Galzrek had returned to them, but from where he knew not. Josiah had served with him on the Council of Priests during the war and watched as Ussej himself had personally promoted him not only to the honor of Bendu Priest, but later to the Council as well. Josiah did not know if he would be a Council member yet again, as only the retraining of the Bendu soul could prove that. The retraining could take minutes or it could take years, but it always succeeded. All that remained was knowing what had happened to Lance after he disappeared on Coruscant.*


“It has been some time. Please, sit.”
 

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"Indeed, it has been too long, High Priest. I am sorry if I interrupted anything."

.:.It had been a long time, and a smirk had come to Lance's face as he sensed Josiah's presence within the force. He ran a hand through his white hair, and turned around at the sound of his friend's voice. As he turned around, Lance's embroidered orange cape flowed with delicacy. The hardened eyes of Lance set upon Josiah Rendar, now High Priest - it seemed like yesterday when he served with him upon the Council of Priests. He took the seat with gratitude, and began to relax. He felt at peace as he leaned back in his chair, and he slightly adjusted his sword belt to make it a bit more comfortable for the Bendu Priest. Lance couldn't describe how it felt to be home, within the Ashla. The humble priest smiled, and looked at Josiah - he knew that Josiah would ask about what happened on Coruscant. Lance decided to jump right to it - he always appreciated an upfront approach.:.

"How long has it been since... Coruscant?"
 

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*He lowered his head, having tried not to dwell on how long it had been since the days of the holy war. It was amazing, though, how fast the time had gone by. The Bendu celebrated after Coruscant, though that quickly turned to regret when the Sith took over. He felt regret, though he had never celebrated. He had never agreed with what Ussej had done, but the lost one was his superior and Josiah could simply offer opinions. Then, the Shadourian attack came and the Bendu were forced to destroy them as well. It had all seemed like yesterday, though the time had passed by very quickly.*

“That was nearly five years ago. What happened to you?”
 

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.:.The priest took a deep breath.:.

"I led my forces to flank the Jedi Temple - myself and ten of our knights. We were almost at the back gates when we were ambushed - by a force of about 15 Jedi, made up of Jedi Knights and Jedi Watchmen. The battle was fast, but at its conclusion only I was left - alone. I had no choice but to grace our knights with that of Yahweh; I had to defend myself to the last breath. By chance, I had been caught in a wave of Jedi retreating from the temple; if I knew the unified force I may have cloaked my presence, but I knew it would have been no use. I had eight Jedi Knights, led by two masters to overcome. I fought my hardest - four of the knights I took down with me, and was then overwhelmed by my own fatigue and the two masters. I was wounded in my leg, and I collapsed. I woke up not in the streets of Courscant, nor with the Skywalker - but in a prison. Two bounty hunters named Bukma and Jikam; both were Twileks and brothers. The pair intended to sell me on Tatooine and get themselves a hefty bounty. When we finally left their hidden alcove, I was able to make my move. When in the storage compartment of the ship, I escaped - from there I worked, eventually scoring myself a ship to get back home."

.:.It was a long, dreary story - and just telling the tale from the Holy Wars made him glad to be home - where the spirit of the Skywalker was highest. He ligtside of the force flowed trhough him, like a valiant knight charging through great plains of war. Lance's appearance changed - he now looked older, much older - and his hair was snow white. He took a deep breath, and looked over towards his friend. It had been five years? The priest had lost track of time - indeed it was too long.:.
 
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