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Horror. Dismay. Guilt. Failure.
These emotions swirled like a gushing river through Vosrik's head as he sat on a meditation cushion in his private quarters. While designed to be comfortable enough to become lost in your thoughts, they provided no ease for the troubled Jedi Knight here in the Ossus Temple. As all Jedi, Vosrik lived and breathed by the Code and Tenants of the Order. They were so ingrained into their minds, it would be rare for one to find a Knight who couldn't recite them all word for word. And yet, Vosrik had nearly pushed everything aside in one fell swoop, and reminiscing on his actions wasn't helping.
A bead of sweat rolled down his temple. Flashes of his recent encounter broke through and reminded the Jedi of his failures. It wasn't as though he'd ended up where he was now due to a single occasion. No...a growing conviction formed in Vosrik's mind. Someone, or something, had slowly pushed him this far. He knew he needed help from someone — someone wise and insightful in the Light side. None other came to mind than Jedi Knight Wyck. Vosrik had served with the century-old, pointy-eared consular during the great Tragedy of Ilum. Having returned to their studies after mourning their losses, Vosrik had stayed in the Temple to grow more in his knowledge of the Force. He witnessed how his friends were slaughtered that day, and if only he knew more then he could have saved them. Opening his eyes before the images of wanton death on Ilum flooded his memory, Vosrik stepped off the horribly comfortable cushion and exited his chambers.
He walked through the halls of Ossus, trying not to remember how full they used to be. He didn't know a time before the great war, but he'd heard such happy stories and memories from Wyck. That was another deeper reason that he enjoyed the little green alien's company — he gave Vosrik hope. Hope for better times and a renewed Jedi Order, not the fractured and unstable organization it was today. Another Jedi by the name of Shiro gave Vosrik this same hope, but also an achievable goal to help work towards. Being a consular himself, Shiro offered to mentor Vosrik in exchange for occasional ventures outside the Temple, as he seldom left the Archives himself. Seeing as Vosrik was much more proficient in combat than the man who seemed to spend night and day in the great library, he happily obliged. This led to a string of outings that became progressively stranger and more troublesome, but Vosrik accepted anyway "in the name of knowledge", as Shiro put it. That's when things went awry.
One day, the dark-haired man asked him to visit a planet that had been especially ravaged by the Exiles. In a cave along the mountainside, Vosrik would hopefully find a tome which would apparently unlock great mysteries of the Force. Following his instructions obediently, as always, the Jedi Knight found a tomb filled with scorched bodies and piles of rotten flesh. Furthermore, the place was heavily tainted with the Dark side — but Vosrik followed blindly anyway and retrieved the book for Shiro. The light he saw in the fellow consular's eyes was not reassuring.
"Oh — pardon me," Vosrik apologized as he nearly collided with a youngling carrying a rather large pile of books. The thought of a little one who hadn't seen the horrors of war brought a smile back to his face, and he patted the boy's head as he continued on. Vosrik had been deep in though indeed, as he was already at the door to Wyck's chambers. Raising a hand pensively, the Jedi Knight knocked firmly on the door. Hopefully Wyck would be willing to listen and guide Vosrik in the way of the Light.
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