[url=https://pre00.deviantart.net/b4a0/th/pre/f/2017/092/d/a/jedi_master_mevenn___commander_of_the_414th_legion_by_vexod14-dacch1p.jpg]Mevenn[/url] had once led a very different path. She had always shown an aptitude for lightsaber combat, as well as the finer intricacies of the Force. She had always been destined to become a Guardian, she never wanted to sit in the temple as a scholar. She felt it was her job to be out there in the Galaxy doing the good that the Jedi were destined to do. So when she passed her Trial of Knighthood near the start of the Clone Wars she had leapt into action. She had been assigned to the 414th Clone Battallion, who had not yet having a Jedi General and throughout the war she had traversed the Galaxy venturing into conflicts throughout the Outer Rim.

Now the council has reassigned her and a small [url=https://www.deviantart.com/sonoafafayon/art/Night-Fight-4K-SFM-700604434]team[/url] of her clone troopers to protect some scholar from the temple on a mission to some backwater world that had already been freed from Separatist occupation. Were there pockets of Separatist Resistance? Trouble with fighting among the survivors? No.

Instead they had apparently found some old Sith Relic from thousands of years ago, and the Jedi council were getting themselves in a fuss about it. The council said this would be a nice 'easy' mission to get her head on straight, her choice to wear modified Clone armour rather than robes was chastised by her own master let alone the council. She sighed as she broke her meditationa s she felt Mach approach. Standing up as the door hissed open Mevenn smiled at the friendly face of a Clone. 

Identical in appearance to eachother, she knew the difference. Their presence in the Force, the way they held themselves and even the way they spoke was different. "What's going on Mach?"

"Ships ready to depart General. The Jedi we're escorting has reached the landing pad, I figured you'd want to go greet him personally." She sighed, part of her was tempted to don the helmet she had sitting in the corner of the room. Not that she often found use for it, but it was a nice gift from her unit after their first operation together on Sullust. 

"I suppose I should. He's probably some stuffy old master who rarely leaves the temple." She sighed as she unclipped the blaster holster from her hip and threw it into the corner beside the helmet. Not many Jedi carried a sidearm, the Lightsaber was the symbol of the Jedi after all. Why would they need a Blaster? Though she had learned over time that the ability to have increased range was beneficial in a fight. She could sit and take out droids without having to get too close and personal and put herself at increased risk. Walking through the hallways of the small ship, Mach picked up his helmet and donned it on the journey. 'War Machine' written on the side in Aurabesh. 

She wasn't entirely sure how he had gotten the nickname, all he would tell about it was that he had gained it during training and that was that. 

Walking down the ramp she smiled as she approached the diminuative avain Jedi, Mevenn was convinced she had probably seen him lurking around the archives before. "Greetings Master. I'm Mevenn-" she gestured towards the clone beside her. "-This is Captain Mach. We're to be your escort for the mission. So, you ready to go?"