Jedi Master Blane Vast
A soft wind tossed through the forest clearing upon the planet Chad. The leaves rustled rhythmically as they rocked upon their perches, a few wofting down to rest near the medative form of Jedi Master Blane Vast. He sat motionless in a tight cross-legged position bewteen two large rakna trees, o'er shadowing him in their granduer. His presense caused an ebbing tide of light to radiate through the area like waves in a far away ocean, insuing a harmony between himself and the nature surrounding him...
The deep creases of age upon the old master's face spoke tales upon themselves of many years of training, battles, and losses to the darkness that now ran rampant throughout the galaxy. His weary eyes were closed tightly in contemplation, and his thin lips pursed slightly, completing the grave visage he displayed.
Damian Firestone, his former apprentice, had vanished, leaving a half-trained apprentice in Blane's care un-expectadley. It had been a little more than a month since then, and the young apprentice, Dagle Windhaven, had since moved on to become a Jedi Knight on a quest to locate his former master. Vast acknowledged and respected the man's courage, but was sceptical of the success he would have, seeing as Vast could no longer sense him...
Vast eyes twinged slightly as he recognized the possibility that Damien could have left to persue studies within the Darkside. Frightening to consider. A friend, ally, and former apprentice would simply toss aside his fruitful past for a bitter, solitary end of self-destruction within the Darkside. The aging man sighed, he had to consider all the possible avenues, not necessarily like them.
Suddenly, he felt a presence. Small lifeforms within the Force nearby, but a presence none the less. His eyes opened...
A small pack of Vweilian bush mice had gathered before him, drawn forward by the security Vast radiated through his meditation. He smiled warmly to the curious beings, leaning forward slightly.
"Hello there, my curious friends.."
Vast's soothing tone delivered to the on-lookers. They all tensed up by the sudden speaking voice and scampered into a near by shrub, their orange eyes sparkling from the shafts of light creeping through the dense forest canopy. Vast laughed silently, reaching out with an open palm to the small plant.
"Do not be frightened, I won't hurt you..."
He offered the small creatures with his ever present smile. He had enjoyed interacting with animals lately in these lonelier days. Many of them actually had more to say in a twitch of their noses, than most windbag Galactic Empire propaganda officers. Slowly, one of the creatures appeared from his cover, cocking it's head slightly in confusion to why it trusted this human, compared to the others it had encountered. Blane laughed at the animals expression, sending it scampering back into the forest, startled once again.
The old man stood with a small grunt, and a smile, his heavy jedi robes cascading about him as he righted himself once again. He glanced about the forest a moment, his deeply set grey-blue eyes finally coming to rest upon the beams of sunlight trickling into the clearing. The branches swayed to and fro in the light breeze, Vast spoke wearily to the beautiful display before him, a plea to corners of the galaxy beyond his reach...
"Damien... come home."