.Everyone's journey in finding the Brotherhood is unique, certainly, but they all have common threads. A love of the universe created by George Lucas and a yearning to share that love with other people; to become a part of that world. That yearning is what led me, like many others, here.

I first discovered the brotherhood over 10 years ago, when I was 13. I joined and was placed in Clan Tarentum where enjoyed the fiction writing aspect. Things changed, of course, and I was forced to switch my focus away from The Brotherhood.

Real life pulled me away from the sci-fi and fantasy stories that I love, but it was always there, in my mind. I'd often think of The Brotherhood and go to the home page just to reminisce about the good times I had. I maintained knowledge of the new star wars material and kept up with the news.

A few years later I heard the calling again, and when I returned I discovered that now you did not have to be a dark jedi. This wasn't something I had cared about when I was younger, but now as an adult I wanted to be the good guy; it appeared to me that The Brotherhood had grown as I had.

Since then my activity has been sporadic as real life tends to interfere in the things we enjoy. I still try to make time for Star Wars and The Brotherhood, for the same reasons we all do, because we love it.

New Tython
Menat Ombo
Visulu Marketplace

There was no better place for Droveth to find peace on this entire planet than in the Visulu Marketplace. The padawan was seated atop a warehouse, deep in a meditative state. His mind drifted slowly out of the trance as he heard the sound of laughter. Droveth opened his eyes and drank in the warmth of the midday sun. This building was where he found tranquility, but what it contained he had no idea. At one point it was a fish market, before that it was a brewery. The owners had always seemed happy to have a Jedi around, even if he was just going up the to roof. They never bothered him, always left him in peace.

The bustle of the marketplace reminded the young Consular of home. He often daydreamed about his days on Talus, running through the city delivering food as a boy. Before the conflicts he daydreamed to remind himself where he came from, so he would never forget. Now it was so he could forget the horrors he had seen. Droveth laid down on the rooftop and stared into the sky, watching a shuttle etch a line through the clouds.

Although he had not seen much actual combat during the battles on Korriban, the Disciples had been a heavy presence after they ended. It was their duty to assist in the healing process, the help care for the wounded and remove the dead. Droveth was not a healer, but he had done his part. Over seven hours of constant movement, carrying the dead to their graves or to caskets to send them home. He collected lost limbs and returned them to their owners, alive or otherwise. The jedi had ensured that everyone found peace, including the fallen Sith. When he finally boarded the shuttle to leave, the Consular stripped from his bloodsoaked, muddy robes and cried.

The memories flooded back into his mind, but he did not stop them. They were part of him now, part of what fueled his desire for peace. No people, evil or not, should see death on that magnitude. More laughter broke the silence, and he opened his eyes to see the sun was now setting.

“I must have fallen asleep...” Droveth sighed, pulling himself to his feet and brushing off the sand. The marketplace was still alive with business, and the torches were just beginning to be lit. He climbed down from the roof and made his way slowly through the streets, stopping to talk with a few of the locals he had befriended. Now was the time to go and train, to better himself so he could help more the next time.

‘There will always be a next time,’ Droveth thought to himself, ‘if there wasn’t, well, nobody would need the Jedi.’ He climbed onto the shuttle and entered in the coordinates for the Arca Praxeum. He watched through the window as he flew over the city, looking down over the braziers illuminating the night sky.

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