((OOC: It flippin died!! What did I do!? Syris is still alive, the senate is still in a bog, its not lack of plot, its lack of enthusiasm. cry ))
Syris boarded his ship, his cloak billowing through the hatch doors just as they slammed shut, their airtight locks hissing away. His eyes shone like beacons beneath his hood, glaring with something akin to surprise, and disbelief.
He looked over at the captain, blurting out a location.
Yes, we are going to the Jedi's hideout! Just take me there!
He bellowed at the captain, waving his hand, causing his hood to slide back ever so slightly.
I shall need a different outfit and name if I am to befriend the Jedi.
He exited into a small room, pulling out old brown Jedi robes. He held them up and looked at them, his eyes shining with a different glow. He pulled out a dull lightsaber, its hilt showing the use of many years. He ignited it, watching its electric blue glow. It had been so long. . .
My lord! We have arrived!
Syris quickly slipped into the old robes, his young face finally visible beneath his hood.
He stepped off the landing deck, breathing in the forest air. Even without the hood, his eyes glowed brighter than the world around him. For the first time in years, his short, unbrushed, black hair was tousled by a light breeze.
He entered into the main mess hall, seeing the Jedi gathered around the body of his once Master. Despite his efforts, he could not help but smile.