Jek Roh’s boots crunched on white snow as he made his way towards the waiting ramp of a transport that would take him away from one mission to the next. He had been sent to track down one of the many wayward Jedi from the war, but what he had found was nothing but a long cold trail of what appeared to be more than one person. The Force itself seemed to be testing him, but he pushed it from his mind and settled in for the long ride, deciding to meditate. He would be returning home, to the only place he had ever been able to call home. The Jedi Temple of Coruscant. According to the transmission he had received while out of range, he was being sent on a newer and more vital mission. No details had yet been given, he would not be told all the details until he spoke with the Jedi Council.<br/><br/>Jek meditated until he had arrived back, he departing the transport onto the dock of the Jedi Temple and began to make his way up and inside. He made his way slowly through the halls, watching Padawan’s and Younglings in the middle of their own training, bring forth a few memories of the past he chose not to dwell on. Arriving at the Council chambers, he found them to be in conference so he sat down in one of the chairs to wait, going over the Jedi Code softly. He often did so, as if reminding himself to follow the light. A familiar presence edged its way into his reality and he slowly opened his brown eyes to look up into the face of a childhood friend. They had been in all the same classes as Younglings. “Hello… I don’t believe I’ve seen you since we passed the trials.” He said, rising up to approach and offer his hand. They had been like brothers once.<br/><br/>****<br/><br/>An-Lok Jonem had chosen to dwell within the Sith Temple on Korriban, she had chosen to become one of the many trainers within its halls. She, however, did not take as much pleasure in training the newer recruits that came to them, force sensitive or not. No, her dark pleasures had come from torturing the men and women captured during the war and turning them to her side. He fun came in making them scream in pain with the use of Force Lightening. The dark side of the Force showed strongly along the edges of her jaw and eyes, her finger tips black. She had let the force corrupt her looks intentionally, emotional hurt had led the decision. With the dark side showing its hold on her, she also greatly enjoyed turning their captives to their side of the war. Gaining them more fodder for the front lines against the Jedi and their soldiers.<br/><br/>That day however, she was out at the Cantina, drinking and waiting for the Force to provide her with someone new for the temple or herself. She had felt a need to be there and could only hope it meant a force sensitive to manipulate. An-Lok in the Cantina was nothing new, she frequented every other day there, consuming various drinks. However if there was anything she had learned from the Jedi and following after Revan, it was to trust fully in the force. She had only one drink when two Officers of Revan’s army had walked in and by listening in she had received information on the war, learning that they were losing space battles, along with many Dark Jedi that had been on them. Rising up she walked over to then inform both that she would be leaving with them, that the Force was telling her too. And by night fall on Korriban, she was on the ship going with them wherever the Force was leading her.