Spir stepped off the transport. His feet were sore, his limbs were heavy. The battle had been a particularly costly victory. Many of his friends died in the siege of Dxun and many of his truest soldiers also returned in charred fragments. Spir exited from the backdoor of the transport to evade all of the senators and citizens that would swoon over him as a hero - he wasn't. He lost too many friends to be a hero. His heavy heart had only one reprieve - her. His heart smiled at the thought of her - her timeless beauty ringing through his mind, washing out even the terrors of war, quickened Spir's muddy, blood stained steps towards the Jedi Temple - his love for her driving him on.
He knew that when he walked in, battered but alive, his love would receive him with open arms, smothering him in the affection that she had stored over the last 15 months. He trudged as best he could into the elevator that led to her apartment. Warmth once again filled his heart; he could feel the lightside restoring inside him after being muted in the heat of battle. His heart quickened. His thoughts raced as the lift stopped. The door opened. And there, sitting just where he knew she would, was ßæra.
His heart stopped.
Instead of running to him with all the emotion that he had envisioned, she was preoccupied... with another man - Jedi Padawan Jurin Min. Though they never kissed, their interwoven fingers and dreamy looks stabbed Spir deeper than any wound he could have received on the campaign trail. Jurin Min, one of the most popular young Padawans in the Order - one Spir had spoken with in spattering occasions and one whom he believed to have true potential as a Jedi Knight. Spir had even contemplated making Jurin as his own Apprentice. After an instant that seemed like an eternity, ßæra spotted Spir - her gaze turned to a surprised terror as Spir closed the doors and descended in the turbolift.
He was numb.
As Spir's trial regarding his actions on Dxun was about drew closer, he spotted the flirtatious, newly knighted Min in a dark hallway. ßæra and Jurin had since stopped seeing each other and Spir was ready to forgive her and take her once more as his wife-to-be.
But when he saw Jurin's iconic face - just as cocky and with the same expression he had the day Spir returned - he snapped. All the rage that the thought of ßæra silenced from Dxun; all the pain her dalliance had caused; all the urges that wished the young Min dead violently erupted into a powerful rage of dark emotion. In a blind battle-rage Spir leapt ferociously at his victim. Igniting his lightsaber in mid air, Spir pounced on Jurin, stabbing him with furious force through the chest as they both impacted the floor.
Spir's trial proceeded much differently than could have been expected. He was exiled from the Jedi Order for his crimes and for fear that the darkside would totally consume him, should he stay with ßæra. Spir meekly accepted the terms. As he was loaded into a criminal transport to take him offworld, he spotted ßæra, crying and alone. He stared at her as his insides melted - his passions removed both of her chances for love. He placed his hand on the window in painful farewell as she did the same. They made a bond that day that would carry Spir through the rest of his life, whether by necessity or pure love, as the shuttle ventured off into the unknown regions of space...
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