Ararius sat in the Republic fleet cantina sipping his drink slowly. His memories drifting back years to when this place bustled with the members of the Coruscant Vanguard. So long since he had stood by the beloved Vanguard Commander Aiden Flux... so long since the Vanguard had fought to stop the Sith despite the Republic's abstinent stand on non aggression.
He let out a sigh as the faces of his comrades long gone from his life flicked through his mind. Adexi, Jetalon, Michael, Chat, Khorus, even Andul-Suun. So many memories and friends gone from the small world still left in his life. As he finished his drink he could feel the rage building within himself... his own fault for it all.
He rose from his table, his heavy boots thudding loudly in the near empty establishment. Each step he could feel the lightsaber tap against his thigh... how foolish he'd been to try to utilize the Force. But it had taught him much. He mounted the steps slowly and smiled softly. The Vanguard isn't dead yet, not so long as it and it's valiant members live in his memories.
I hope life is well for you all. It's been so long and I haven't forgotten you all.