[center][b][color=7bcdc8]Kale Jerikko[/color]
[color=f7941d]Dantooine[/color][/b][/center]

After all this time, there he was. Markus Bionte. Back from the dead. He didn’t know what to say when he first saw him, but he forced the words out anyway. Kale was miffed, irritated by Markus’s seemingly nonchalant behavior amidst all this. The man was dead, or thought dead as well as his master. Gone. Never came back. Not for nineteen years, and yet here he is. There was an infinite amount of questions, none of them tasted kind on his tongue. So, Kale went to the other side of the springs; letting the water flush the anger from his body. Drain the stress and the powers of the dark side away. This was a place of peace and it would not do well to lift the restraints and barrage Markus. Despite his own anger, Kale was a jedi knight himself. Years of training, not yet a master although some of the friends he shared with Markus were. 

“Nineteen years is a long time.” Kale broke the silence. He slowly waded through the water to return nearby Markus. “I have a million questions for you. What happened? Why did you leave? Why did you not come back until now? How are you? What the hell is wrong with you? I almost want to punch you in the face. But, there is no emotion there is pace.” Kale cracked a smile. “I’m just glad you’re alive. It’s a shock. A surprise. But… a good one.” He sighed. “I won’t force you to tell me anything, I figure you had your reasons. Perhaps in time you’ll share what some of those reasons were to me. Adventure stories we might share over a drink, I won’t tell the masters. But, all in good time.” Kale stared off, thinking about something.

“Did you ever contact Lonna?” Lonna Vash, a dark haired woman with a pleasant gaze. She grew up with both Markus and Kale within the order, and shared a rather powerful bond with Markus. “She’s a master now. More than that, she serves on the High Council on Coruscant. You can bet she’s going to hear you’re back, and I’ll tell you what Markus. I don’t envy you when that happens.”