[center][h2]Balus the Guardian[/h2][/center]

The Zabrak Jedi stood still as a sentinel as the Republic ships landed and opened up for transport. He simply stood vigil, and watched. His hands on his saber hilts, he let the other Jedi board along with the troops. He did not agree with Revan or Alek. Their judgement seemed overzealous and eschewed. It was almost as if they had learned nothing in all the time they had spent in the temple, among their masters who cared. He did not agree. 

But still...he would go with them. He was patient, and the masters advised patience. He would heed that advice, but even so, he would see this war for himself. Balus sighed, his Jedi reserve fading somewhat as he shook his head. This was going to be a long war, one he might need to take part in. But something was happening. Something more than the Mandalorian threat. He was guided by the force first and foremost, and it guided him to the ships. Whether to help Revan, or stop him, he didn't know. Whether to fight in this war, or fight an unknown enemy... He would find out. He stepped upon the closest ship, giving a nod to the Republic troops and his fellow Jedi.