The coldness surrounds as we leave our warm ship,
While clouds and wind and ice overwhelm.
Our bodies are chilled at each elbow, knee, hip.
But alas we return to our old beloved realm.

The longing most feel, even those of us new,
Explodes with adrenaline to warm up our veins.
The icy cold entrance is not quite as shrewd
When we finally realize that our homelessness wanes.

Sadowans of Ragnos pour into the belly
Of the ancient cathedral more sacred than known.
If everyone understood what she could tell ye
The attack sprung this day would be more profound.

To our enemies we go as our rage fires up,
For tonight we take Tarthos, we shall ne'er give up!

Though art a frozen wasteland,
Devoid of hope and full of Snow,
To not be here again would have been grand,
This is a place none should wish to go.

The last I was here I nearly died for her,
But as I look upon it now and see what lies before me,
My hand upon my great beast which gently purrs,
I wonder what I was thinking and as I return a multi-amputee.

This is not what I'd call home,
No that is not what i'd call this place,
This is nothing more than a shell of crack and twisted bone,
A land I'd rather forget a land full of disgrace.

However as long as my family fights to protect her and care,
I will stand for now and do my share.

I stepped out of the ship beside The Shroud
I turned and look at the lay of the land
I see in the distant the signs of clouds
streaks of light though the clouds that hit the sand

the lights made the ice world have a slight glow
the land of ice had domes in the distance
the dome of protection kept warmth below
the dome of the city would persistence

we will capture that dome of the city
we will attack them that took are homeland
we will show the invaders no pity
we will make all the invaders disband

let are domes of are citys greet us home
we have returned to are world and to home

She calls us home, take up our weapons
Shadows of space give way to snows
Chrome and iron pierce toward the heavens
sleeping now, the city knows.

Beneath the glow, our shielded heart
cold and brutal where our home lies
where we practiced our favorite art
our strongest skill: bringing demise

We come in silence hiding our faces
our echoes louder than our forms
we take our time, erased the traces
so they will never sense our storms

You've had your moment, took time to roam
now make your peace, we're coming home.

There’s no time off for a Consular. Sure, officially they are allowed to go and have “fun” if it is allowed by the Jedi Code, but unofficially they study, meditate or train others. At least that’s what I think. Meditation can’t hurt, right? Today I’ll try to see into the past, it doesn’t hurt to know a little more about our history and besides I can train my Sensing skills. Studying in the Tython Jedi Temple is peaceful. It’s quiet, especially since the Jedi Guardians are absent during the time off we are granted by the Council.
Meditation begins. Dimly lit room, locked door and meditation pose. Relaxation of the mind and of the body. Eyes closed, but I can see something. I can hear something. It’s not from the Temple. I can see myself using the holocom. It’s not happening now. It’s from the past. I’m not even sure if it’s me or another Kel Dorian. I’m in the middle of a battlefield, surrounded by other Jedi. There are what appear to be Dark Jedi, running towards us. We are on Tython, being invaded by the Dark Jedi, or at least a group of their conquerors. The lightsabers are clashing everywhere, the plasma blades blinding me. I can only spectate, I don’t control the person I thought was me. My Jedi takes his lightsaber and turns it on, a green blade coming out of the hilt. He raises his lightsaber in an Ataru opening stance. He starts running towards the Dark Jedi, stabbing and slashing them. He has no feelings towards his former Jedi friends, for they had betrayed the Jedi Order and pursued a path of Darkness, a path for those that seek power and fame, not regretting killing for his own gain. He kills Dark Jedi left and right, running past their army of darkness as a shadow in the night. Light and Dark Jedi are dying every second, I can even feel it in the Force. He gets to their ship. There are lots of Dark Jedi in a small room. He kills them all, I sense no remorse in him. He kills the ship crew and he sends a message to what I assume is the leader of the conquest movement. I only hear a few words, “peace”, “violence” and “unbalanced”. My Jedi gets stabbed in the heart through the back by a Dark Jedi. I feel him falling to the ground and losing his life. The Dark Jedi says something, this time I can make a phrase out of it, “Power is not for the weak. The Darkness shall rise”. I lose my focus and return to today, the holidays of the Jedi Order, in the meditation room, dimly lit as before.
The Jedi Civil War. Fascinating, before the beginning of the Sith Order. Peace could have been achieved, but instead Balance won the fight. The Dark Jedi, the most powerful of the Dark Side users, became the Sith, driven by anger, suffering, vengeance and power.