Thern found himself walking the station during the late hours of the night. The regulated spin of the station added to the systematic operation of the cleaning droids taking advantage of the reduced traffic provided a sense of order which Thern welcomed. In his time away from his people among the other races, he had found a base line chaos that seemed constant among all of them. This chaos though was an atrocity to not only his upbringing, but also the personal believe he had come to live by. Thern knew that he couldn't impose order on the universe as a whole though. To do so would force others into a chaotic nature just to oppose the enforced order. No, instead Thern had come to accept a minimal amount of chaotic behavior from those around him even as he lived a life devoid of unneeded chaos himself.
Chaos though did play a part in his life now though with his training in use of the force. The randomness which he related to the force as a whole was only compounded by using it to view possible future events. Thern had heard others opinions about how nothing was ever certain or that the future was always changing. He however sought out the constants that stood solid in the flow of time whether backwards or moving forward in time. While the past was set and more easily gazed upon through reported events or use of the force, Thern like to to lock on to future events in his meditation that held a steadiness to them even as things leading up to them altered and changed. A smile then appeared on his face as he thought of what his teachers back on Csilla would say in regards to one of their sons using information gained in a dream like vision to add to battle strategies. the image of his ancestors turning over in their frozen tombs easily came to mind.
But Thern quickly lost the smile just as quickly as it had appeared for his normal stoic expression he had been trained to wear no matter the situation. The stone like face and limited body language he showed the world had become his shield against the outside world which he could stand behind while his mind processed everything around him. Also it was interesting when he saw the few people that squirmed under his long stare thinking he was being critical of them when he was simply running through his own thoughts. But more often than not he was willing to show an understanding side as long as they didn't disrupt what little order he kept in his life to badly.
Passing through one corridor then, he came to one of the observation lounges and took in the sight. The thousands of stars out there though where not what he came her to see. It was the quiet black between the twinkling lights that he preferred to take in at times like this. He compared it to this; the lights were busy noise while the black was serene quiet in which he could lose himself if he needed to. So as he sat down and straitened his uniform, Thern focused his red eyes on the blackness between the stars and let himself partially drift in the force somewhere between the past, present, and future.