The Host of Seraphim {Kella/Dire}

[Dutch]

I'm sorry... we can't keep this going... it scares me how attached you and I have become... give me one year, to find myself again. Find me. Come to Seraphim. I will wait for you...

With a start Levin's bright green eyes snapped open and he looked around. Mid day. Bright sun. Cool breeze. Calm chatter from the streets below. Citadel. Seraphim. He blinked a few times and brought a hand to massage his temples. Not more than an hour ago, Levin had come all the way to the top of Citadel to meditate in the courtyard. The Healer did this nearly every day. Since he came to Seraphim to aid with the refugee camps, he would work from dawn until mid afternoon, then come up to the outdoor courtyard outside Citadel's Temple, and meditate. He reached and reached out into the galaxy, minds and thoughts, emotions and intelligence echoed through the Force...

But not Aoife.

It was in his search that his last words to her filled his mind, and the shock of emotion that flooded the man forced him out of his trance. He wiped away a couple tears that fell. It wasn't wrong for Jedi to feel emotion, but to act upon it was. And so he sat there, and took several deep breaths. He didn't want to let these emotions overcome him. So he knew what needed to be done.

Levin rose to his feet and looked up to the clear blue sky. A couple of lazy clouds drifted over Citadel, giving the city a rare spot of shade. He shrugged off his Healer's coat, and hung it up on the branch of a nearby tree. With a quick tug through the Force and a snap of his wrist Lev's lightsaber leaped from his belt to his awaiting hand. And so the exercise began.

Silver flashed in arcs around Lev as he whirled and spun, his lightsaber hummed gently in the peaceful afternoon. Each step was carefully placed, each swing guided through the Force. Levin didn't move his body, he guided it as the Force openly flowed through him. Normally the Healer would reduce his presence in the Force to not distract anyone else, but he needed purity only the Force could bring. Any Jedi within a hundred feet of him would instantly hear the roaring waterfall of the Force that cascaded through the man.

He blocked out all sound, closed his eyes to all sight, and just let the Force move his body as he danced and lanced out with his flashing sword. Images of Aoife and of nights spent with her embrace rose into his mind only for him to let them slip away. Her face, those eyes, her touch, all melted from his mind as he let it mushroom outwards into the Force. It was pure. Clean. Refreshing. It was what he was meant for, to channel it, to use it, to be it....

Lev suddenly stopped mid whirl, sweat poured down his face and chest and he flicked off his lightsaber. As he clipped it to his belt, he turned his silver-lined eyes to the two Jedi who approached him. Both aura's were familiar, both important, and both needed to speak with him... that much he could tell.

With a brush of his hand to smooth back his black hair he turned his torso to face them as well. He bowed politely to both, as they both out ranked him, and because that was just who he was. After he moved his legs to keep his feet at shoulder length Levin grasped his hands behind his back, and looked to both Jedi before saying:

"Master Roq Nd'ath'terrain'akai, Master Rhissai'arckan. It's good to see you both."

[Dire Wolf]

Rhissai Arckan was a Jedi Master once again.

A small smile formed on the woman's face at the thought. She was far from being in good graces with her superiors thanks to the pattern that she was beginning to form. Trust was difficult to repair once broken, and all but impossible to reconstruct once shattered a second time. Part of her wondered if she would ever regain the trust that she had within the Jedi. She knew that should it happen it would take time and patience, fortunately those two were things that she had an over abundance of. At least the time part. Patience was still a work in progress.

Seraphim was a beautiful world second to none that she had seen, and the shining white city only added to its beauty. She had been accepted back into the Order mere minutes before, and had taken the opportunity to walk up to the top of the majestic city. Levin was there in the middle of an exercise and far too focused on that to notice the hidden presence of an old friend enter its fringes. Hiding her presence was a habit that likely wouldn't be broken any time in the foreseeable future. At any rate, she elected to wait for him to be done before actually disturbing the man.

Rhiss didn't regret the pain in her legs once she reached the edge of the courtyard and began to gaze out at the rolling plains hundreds of stories below. Peace found her in that moment, though it only lasted for about as long. Memories of her indiscretions with the sith known as Eurachis flooded her mind along with her actions as a Dark Jedi decades before. Murder, debauchery, oppression, and all manner of torture were common place. For a moment she saw her hands inflicting almost as much pain as she was causing with her mind.

Master Rhissai'arckan's telepathic powers were great. Near prodigal. That fact didn't change with the clock wound backwards by a few decades.

The muscles in her jaw clenched as she turned away from the beautiful scene, leaving her troubles with it, so that she could continue on with her assigned task. Master Roq had asked her to convince Levin Caelum to not only accept the rank of master, but also take a seat on the high council. Lev was a humble man. He had even cured her of some horrible disease before her leave from the Order, and because of that she felt some kind of special connection with him. It was about then that she decided to ignore the previous decision to leave him in peace until his exercises were completed.

A deep breath caused her shoulders to rise and fall before she headed towards the sweaty man. He stopped mid whirl to clip his lightsaber to his belt, and acknowledge her presence. "Its nice to see you as well, Lev," that faint smile returned to her face as she entered the tent. The brilliance and warmth of Levin's presence caused the woman's eyes to squint as if she was staring into the sun for a moment. Men like Levin were rare. One in a trillion. Most men weren't quite as incorruptible as people liked to believe. Levin was just that pure, though people people may have said the same about her at one point.

"How has everything been? Since..." she found the words hard to speak. He may not have known what Rhissai had done, but she would answer anyone who asked. It wasn't like she had a reputation to uphold. Not anymore. "Since I left." Rhissai had kept careful tabs on the war during her leave, but certain things were always censored from public viewing.