"As it began.. so too did it end. Is that not right..?"

Silence was the only sound that greeted the figure as it chuckled slightly. Shaking its head it turned away. Walking from the alcove, the mechanical hand moved slightly as a Force was touched. A trembling vibration shuddered across that ancient tapestry and flow that was crafted from life. The door slid down over the compound's exterior sealing it.. perhaps for another unhappy thousand years. And yet the voice that the figure had hoped to hear from was silent still.

"So be it then.."

A soft rustle of air issued from the halls as if seeking to answer, but a welling of anguish and sorrow was all that was felt. Sighing the figure rose. A woman perhaps of 29 years or so studied the dank remnants of the forgotten monastery. Closing her eyes for several seconds it seemed as if she would swoon and faint. But her resolve was sterner now. After several seconds that stretched a eternity, her eyes opened. As ever they bore the same shamed and secret burden she toiled with. But the burden was changed now, and a sense of humility and peace touched it. Reaching out with the force, a benediction was pronounced. Not in a language that we speak with.. but with a language that spoke in the way that the spirit goes.

"...I forgive you, you know. We all do. Be peace.. and rest well."

And a simple answer came finally to the seemingly simple question with a soft whisper that barely made it to the ears. A faint whisper of a forgotten being warbled on the fringes of passing for all time into eternity as a faint blue glow barely manifested at brief in the halls.

"...Thank you."

And then the Darkside scattered from the monastery as the curse of that ancient place cracked and sundered itself. Like a point of light in the voids, the area seemed to brighten as a song of hope and peace resonated through a catacomb hidden cunningly by some ancient Dark side adept in the height of his arrogant pride. The Darkside had dwelt within the monastery for many a century, and been fought for a time probably by several different Jedi. But now it had been finally broken. No not broken..

Redeemed.

A slightly careworn smile creasing her features, a Jedi Knight turned away and made her way to her ship which had taken residence in a ancient seeming docking bay on the asteroid. As she strode out of the confines of the "monastery" a small astromech droid whirred and moved to meet her. The mechanized hand lovingly stroked the droid as she fell into step by the construct and held a impromptu discussion with it. The air was thin but breathable still thankfully on this asteroid.

"Four months..? Time flys Kaytwo.. I hope Malius hasnt become too concerned for me."

"Bzztstzz whhrrr!"

"Well of course I told Master Alies. Although I still.. I needed that break K-2. I truly did, especially after Deralia."

Deralia.. the city was fast becoming a impoverished hellhole. The days of the NIO crept rapidly from memory. Probably for the best. Although some of the tenets were still worthy of notation. It was a sad state to see the planet in, but the Jedi woman had left her right arm there, not to mention a memory better left locked in the past. Indeed there was little desire to return.

Reaching her ship, she was thankful for the first time since she set out that Curan and his co-pilot had sold her the "Dancing Twilek". Although she had sought to get the surly semi-Jedi to travel with her, he had refused and proceeded to drink himself blind. So the Jedi woman had spent the last several months in quiet solitude, completing the training that came with her calling, and also perfecting the concepts of her take upon "Echuunism".

She had began her travels as a conflicted and troubled woman unsure of whether she was to leave a legacy of hate and treachery as her parents had. The creature that departed now was as far from that girl as possible. Where a conflicted Jedi Knight had once dwelt, now stood a humble and devoted servant of the Light. A legacy of hate had restored at last the final segment of a forgotten caste. The Jedi Redeemers lived again.

Seating herself in the cockpit of a battered but still spaceworthy ship, coordinates were punched in as the woman with a practiced hand eased the ship skyward and into the sea of stars. A crackle heard on the other end of the com indicated that the connection had been made. Offering the Council a warm smile and a calm and collected voice, greeted them. Master Alies finally saw the fruits of his late night discussion with the Jedi woman repayed.

"Yavin IV.. this is Celise Shinzon. I am on my way home."