#i found this in my drafts wough

[kiwikipedia]

There’s a certain feel to a Kel Dor that is expected when one crosses paths with the eldest and supposedly wisest of the Koon Family within the Jedi Temple.

Many Jedi both young and old were acquainted with Master Plo Koon and his calm and steady ways, his kindness and gentle words that could turn razor sharp when pressed. A pillar, old and wise, like the steady rock of the planet or the rolling rumbles of thunder ensuring what is to come. The Clones knew him, some better than their own Generals with how fast word spread among them. A protector, a defender, a man who could earn the rank of General easily had he been a soldier of rank and title rather than just a Jedi given the authority. A man who would willingly lay his life down for another.

Many were acquainted with Sha Koon, a knight known for being a bit more clipped and matter-of-fact in comparison to her uncle. Jedi knew her as the Koon who could dissect a man with a gaze, and the Koon with a memory that never lost its touch, but she was calm and steadfast like her uncle was. The clones knew her by way of rumor, how she no longer operated on the field but her words of refusing to fight for the sake of violence and useless wars rang in their hearts. What use was a battle that wouldn’t even help the war? Gaining a planet that wouldn’t have been a loss even if it was taken? The senseless bloodshed? They kept those words in their hearts and knew she was like her Uncle and had such a love for them.

The younger two of the Koons, both wise and steadfast— there was an expected feeling from them. Like a storm rolling in, like the rock of the planet, like an anchor in the ocean, a lighthouse on the sea.

Fae Koon was different.

An oddity among the Koons, some would say. Age and time had not been kind to him, an ancient and elusive being. And yet…

If Plo was a storm from a distance, the steady rumble and rains. If Sha was the planet, rocking and moving without faltering…

Fae was the wind. Swift and unpredictable. He tore through enemies in combat and ripped apart debates with sharp words and clear messages.

The other Kel Dor called him Etu'soh'Makai-Du'ul-Siksta, The One Whose Wind Cuts Through The Darkened Sleep. The name of a violent Wind Spirit known for tearing apart settlements when enraged, known for the howling of the winds when one sleeps.

Perhaps at one point, he had been the same as his nephew. Strong, wise, steady, and calm. But now he was quiet until provoked, elusive and haunting the halls until called upon. A ghost roaming the battlefield tearing apart enemies and leaving naught a trace behind him.

And yet The quiet from him wasn’t a form of looming danger, but a form of contentment and comfort.

Fae Koon was different.

But he was not bad in that way. And no matter how different he was, his younger relatives loved him, there was no doubt about that.

And there was no doubt that just like the two of them, Fae Koon loved and cared for others so deeply with a genuine heart.

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