Looking into the mirror that he had been given, Craft barely recognized the face that started back. Three ragged claw marks cut down the side of his face, the remains of an attack from a Sith during the destruction of Jedi Temple. His normally clean shaven face was showing a rough growth of hair following his days in the tank, and dark circles shadowed the underside of his steely grey eyes. Craft's first instinct was to request a razor, his master had insisted that no matter what, his Padawan would have to keep up his grooming.
Craft's Master was dead, and he was no longer a Padawan. The more he stared into the mirror, the more he appreciated the new man that looked back. The Sacking of Coruscant had changed him. The fact such an assault could occur on the capitol of the Republic was tragic, and watching friends die -- watching his Master die -- had altered Craft's outlook on his role in the Order.
Standing, Craft left the Hospital, ignoring the protests of the medical droids, and he made his way to the spaceport. Accessing the Elevator to his Master's starship, he waited the seemingly endless moments as the lift rose, he knew once he reached the top, to the hanger, he would no longer be able to back away from his decision.
Sitting in the Hanger, ready to leave Coruscant at a moment's notice was Pace Corlas' Defender. Craft had spent a great deal of time travelling the Outer Rim with his Master. With Corlas dead, the Defender would be reassigned to a Member of the Order. Likely a new Knight would would be expected to continue Corlas' work.
Craft grinned inwardly as he approached the door, entering the code he knew would unlock it. He was a newly minted Jedi, and who better than he to take his former Master's place. The Order could find someone else to teach Lightsaber basics to the students of the Academy... if any students of the Academy remained.
The frantic beeping of the Astromech droid D9-G3 welcomed Craft as he embarked on the ship. He would explain to the droid what happened after he had left orbit, it would take more time then he had.
"Deenine... get us ready to launch... and set course for the Outer Rim."
D9-G3 bleeped a question at Craft.
"No, I don't think we have need to tell the Council."
The droid whistled a skeptic affirmative, and as the stars out the view-port stretched to lines, Craft closed his eyes. He had no idea where he was going next, but he was sure the Force would guide him.
