In the open area on the shore of the Point, the grass had begun to reclaim the land. Knee-high and more, the foliage was mostly unmolested since the events of several months ago. A handful of small shrubbery dotted the area as well, the results of small animals dropping seeds and such.
The Portal on the Rock stood, its color still faded from when Tarkin last went beyond. Various bits of plant life lay on the rocks, as well as some smashed shells of oysters- the results of various non-sentient animals and gulls having a snack. Little had changed other than what would naturally...
Until now.
With a flare, the portal brightened and stablized, shimmering to pass a large crate and then a very disheveled Jedi. Soot-stained and slightly bloody, the Jedi turned and passed a hand over the gate which secured it from use once more.
Pausing as he turned, he noted the slightly disturbed area near the kitchen and a few other things... And with a sigh, he shook his head as he began walking toward the 'garage' shelter with the crate floating along next to him. Once in front of it, he set the box on the ground then openned it, disgorging its contents of pipes and fabric. A smaller crate pulled from the box revealed a small engine once opened.
Within a pair of hours, the parts were assembled into an ultralight, the vehicle parcked on the cleared area infront of the shelter. Statisfied, Tarkin turned and ventured into his old shelter. Grabbing some clean clothes and assorted items, he went over to the pantry shelter and exited with a small bundle, shaking his head and muttering something about otters and baking.
Getting on the just built craft, he pulled out a blaster pack and inserted it into a slot on the engine. Starting up the craft, he manuvered it around and after revving the engine, took off after a short run. Flying out over the water, he angled off and headed out towards some very distant bits of land.
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Many hours later, a very cleaner-looking Jedi landed his craft back at the clearing. Shutting down the ultralight, he pushed it into the garage shelter and pulled the pack. Stashing it in one of the boxes in there, he assessed the structures in the clearing. Nodding to himself, he picked up the bundle and walked back to the portal.
Pausing, he pulled out a small message crystal and set it on the ground. Pressing on a facet on the crystal, he straighted up.
Taking one last look around, he gave a small smile for the watchers in the treeline who thought themselves hidden, turned and passed his hand over the portal once more. As it flared, he stepped through.... and it subsided, back to the level of glow prior to his return.
The crystal sat on the stone and after a few minutes, began to emit a small twitter, noticable only to a force user. And there was only a few in the Nexus.... and few of those allowed in the Nexus side of PJ.
Tarkin Errhan
Master of the Academy of Centaurus IV
