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  1. Leena listened quietly. She shook her head as her apprentice spoke with such conviction, such surety in an uncertain future. Feeling the pain that radiated from her apprentice, Leena allowed it to wash by her, leaving her soul untouched. Feeling it, her demeanor turned solemn. Such pain the healer knew could be healed by the force in an instant; but for her apprentice, this was an important opportunity for growth. To overcome the darkness and evil that had beset her, Keenava would have to let go and plunge herself into the healing energies of the force time and again.
     

    Such a task might take years, but it was a necessary one. It was not one to pick at when emotions were so fresh. Pulling a deck of Sabaac cards from within her robes, Leena smiled at Keenava as she began to shuffle,

     

    ”There is much to learn about the depths of goodness the force offers. Together, perhaps we might find it.”

     

    Dealing out the cards, Leena began the game.

     

    ((Next post will be on Ilum))

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    Jedi Starfighter Corps
    To go where they dare not

     

     

    Coming off the tails of the great war with the Sith Empire, the Jedi Starfighter Corps returned from a frontline combat role to that of guardians, protectors, escorts, and explorers of the space lanes.


     

    Government Affiliation:

    The Starfighter Corps is one of the most visible arms of the Jedi Order. While governance of the Corps remains entirely within the Jedi, the Corps is often found working alongside local, planetary, and regional governments to seek peace, justice, and the preservation of life and civilization. To this end, the Starfighter Corps will enter into agreements with governing authorities and abide by their edicts (so long as they remain in line with the Jedi way), working alongside their military and security leadership.

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    Membership:
    Membership within the Starfighter Corps is entirely voluntary and only Jedi in good standing are allowed within the ranks.

    The Corps maintains a military structure within the ranks of the Jedi. Ranks such as Knight and Master still hold authority due their position within the order, but members willingly submit themselves to Corps leadership.

    Jedi who show proficiency in piloting, star-faring, or technical aptitude are heavily recruited to the Corps, although any Jedi having completed their apprenticeship is allowed to request membership. Applications are reviewed on a case-by-case basis and aptitude tests administered. Jedi Apprentices who are training under a master that maintains active membership in the Starfighter Corps is considered a de facto member with the rank of Pilot


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    Rank Structure:

    Pilot: Any non-commissioned or probationary member of the Starfighter Corps regardless of if they serve in a frontline or support role.

     

    Master Pilot: Commissioned Jedi who have attained the rank of Knight or higher within the Order and have been assigned a permanent role within the Starfighter Corps

     

    Squadron Leader: A veteran member of the Corps who serves primarily in the role of a pilot, having shown expertise and proficiency in the use of space-faring craft. These members of the Corps can be assigned to lead squadrons of pilots on missions for the Order or be assigned to liaise with allied military or security factions.

     

    Technical Sergeant: Veteran support officers of the Corps and Jedi Order. These are the beings that ensure that the fleet of various Corps-owner craft always operate at peek performance. They lead teams of technical pilots and support staff. Technical Sergeants are sought after for their skill and knowledge the galaxy over, rumored to be able to enhance craft well beyond their original specifications.

     

    Flight Captain: These Jedi have seen countless missions and combat actions. They command entire groups of starfighter squadrons. When large Jedi actions are called for, it is the Flight Captains who lead the Corps into the unknown. It is also the Flight Captains who routinely lead escorts of dignitaries and high profile heads of state when called upon.

     

    Support Commander: When large assets of Starfighter Corps materials are moved across the galaxy, it is the Support Commander who sees this operation go off without a hitch. Masters of logistics, wizards of repair, and leaders within their own right, this rank and role leads the support staff of the Corps. Commanding the entirety of the Corps’ transport fleet, Support Commanders are the  quintessential unchallenged masters of rapid and safe transit.

     

    Colonel of the Corps: The leader of the Starfighter Corps, this member of the Jedi reports directly to  the Jedi Council and is responsible for the oversight and command of the Corps.


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    Leadership:

    The head of the Starfighter Corps is the Colonel of the Corps. The Colonel is often advised by an array of Flight Captains and Support Commanders who each oversee specific aspects of the Corps. The Colonel reports directly to the Jedi Council who oversee any military action taken by the whole of the Order. The day-to-day function and majority of the operations of the Corps are overseen in a military fashion by appointed members within the Corps.


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    Common Tasks:
    Planetary Protection: The Starfighter Corps will often supplement existing planetary militias by a show of force, routine protective patrols, and, if needed direct confrontation with hostile powers that seek to oppress the people of that world, those traveling to or from, or seeking shelter. The Jedi recognize that fielding an entire space and air protective branch is impossible to do adequately for some governments. Other times, outside forces are simply to great and will overwhelm local defensive systems. It is at times like these that the Corps will proactively step in on behalf of the Jedi to render protective aid.

     

    Fleet maintenance and advisement: During the war not only were countless fighting beings lost, but so were civilians and craftsmen, the men and women with the technical knowhow and artistic talent to keep all manner of craft from air taxis to deep space explorers up and running. With the fall of the Sith, and as the galaxy works to rebuild, the Starfighter Corps is there to help keep the skyways and spacelanes not just safe, but operational as well.


    Escort and Refugee Transit: In an interconnected galaxy such as ours, often times the need arises for dignitaries and common citizens alike to transverse far and wide across harsh planets and hostile space ways. Be this to attend a key vote or seek a better life for one’s family, the Stsrfighter Corps acts in the interest of peace and the preservation of life. Fighter craft from the Corps will provide escort to singular and multiple unarmed or lightly armed transport craft and, at times, will provide full escort, ships included in the case of emergency, of individuals whose presence is required to be or not be at a particular location in the galaxy.

     

    Transport: The Starfighter Corps has the ubiquitous honor of serving as the main transport mode for the Jedi Order and as such will take to arranging and providing for the safe and quick delivery of peoples and cargoes be they from generous benefactors or to ravaged worlds in need.

     

    Air Support/Superiority: Even now, with the threat of the Sith diminished, rogue elements, warlords, pirates, and dark siders haunt the shadows of space erupting without a moments notice to lay siege and waste to unsuspecting and undefended populations. When this occurs, the Starfghter Corps can muster at a moment’s notice to deploy to these wartorn regions to support local defensive postions, besieged shelters, and lend their aid and outright superiority against these oppressors. The presence of these Jedi often turn the tides of battle as an assured air superiority is transferred from the oppressors to the  Jedi and those they aid.

     

    Space Mystery Investigation: The deepest mysteries of space still hold undiscovered and forgotten truths, secrets unknown to the galaxy at large. In combination with the Exploration Corps, the bravest among them, those with an unhindered lust for the unknown and those called by the force beyond the edges of the map, journey out into the void of space to investigate anomalies, search out strange communications, and render safe the chaos that exists in shadow. 

     

    Anti-Piracy: Often alongside Sovereignty-aligned craft, and even sometimes on their own, the Aces of the Jedi Starfighter Corps will proactively take the fight to pirates and slavers, all those who seek to gain from the suffering of others.


     

    NPC Members available for RP:
    *Designed NPCs used in the RP as reoccurring persons can be added here as time progresses.

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  3. As the ship settled into faster-than-light travel so did Leena. The Mon Cal sat back as she listened to @Keenava Dira speak. In their corner, they were isolated enough; but not so much so as to not hear the hustle and bustle of the ship’s occupants.

     

    “There will be a lot that we have to do once we reach Ilum. We will have long days and late nights building up the ruins of an ancient repository of peace and learning. The will of the force calls us to a  greater than our individual selves. The good of the Jedi, of all force users,  rests in some small part with you and I.”
     

    Pulling her own silvered saber hilt from within her robes, Leena held it up for them to regard.

     

    ”I do believe though, that we can find time for some lightsaber crafting and purification.”

     

    Regarding the light as it glistened from the hilt, Leena paused to ponder it in it’s simplistic intricacy before she spoke. She chose her words carefully.

     

    ”The life of a Jedi is not an easy one. In some ways, it is more difficult than that of an acolyte to any number of hedonistic religions and orders. Such a life requires dedication, discipline, and sacrifice. Personal attachments can cloud one’s dedication to the force. Even a Jedi’s only or most prized possession,”

     

    Leena twirled the hilt in her hand as she lowered it to the floor and let it roll across the uneven deck plating.

     

    ”they must be willing to lose at a moment’s notice. If the force wills it,”

     

    she called the weapon back to her hand, it rattling uphill back up into her hand,

     

    ”it will return to her. To become a Jedi, you must completely turn these attachments over to the force. Otherwise, those same things, or people, that you value will become the very chinks in your proverbial armor where the darkness will weave it’s tempting Diathim’s song.”

     

    Leena returned the weapon to her robe. As a healer, her usage of the Jedi’s stereotypical weapon was limited. She had even considered giving up the weapon altogether; but even she understood the value placed by any myriad of warrior-types to their weapons of choice. Even the Jedi themselves, back to times of antiquity, made exceptions for the elegant weapons that had become their trademark.

     

    “I do enjoy the peacefulness offered by the vast wilds of the galaxy, untouched by the machinations of civilizations. Alone against the wind and storms with nothing but the force as my companion. When that is unavailable, I find a rousing high stakes game of sabacc more enjoyable than a Jedi probably ought.”

     

    Leena chuckled at her own confession. It was true, even if the opportunities of late had been limited. On the frontline MASH units Leena had served with, sabacc with the wounded or visiting command staff was a welcomed and enjoyable distraction from the horrors of war. As these memories, both warm and unpleasant flitted across her mind in a moment, Leena realized just how long it had been, how much had occurred the galaxy over.

     

    ”Much has happened these last few years. The galaxy is a new place and the shadows of the old still linger.” . . . 

     

    Leena began, before continuing into a lengthy explanation of the happenings of the galaxy. The fall of temples and worlds, the campaigns of the Sith and the Republic, it’s fall, and the Imperial Remnant’s rise to power. Leena told stories of the front line battles she had undertaken and the amazing healing she had seen perpetuated by the force. She wondered as to the disappearance of The Spider and even the entire politicization of their order. The whole of the history of the galaxy as she knew it flowed from the chatty Mon Cal’s mouth. All the while, the home-built craft slipped smoothly, mostly, through the in betweens of real space with only occasional bone jarring rattles that randomly tormented the whole of the ship.



     

     

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  4. The cramped interior of the so called “corvette class needle ship” was something that would look more appropriate half buried in sand and presented to the rare ignoramus Tatooinian tourist as a wrecked out Jawa sandcrawler. The entire thing seemed haphazardly, if not expertly cobbled together from no less than 5 different generations of ships, cast off war equipment, derelict rescue and mining vehiclrs, and at least two dozen different moisture vaporators from half that many manufacturers. Every square inch of free space was piled with a variety of random quote unquote junk, bits, baubles, and salvaged debris. What was not piled high was converted into makeshift quarters for the overflowing population that seemed to inhabit the somehow space-faring tribe of squirrely Squibs.

     

    Calming down the hysterical spy had taken more than a few minutes and a lot of touching to convince her the Jedi were friends. Name dropping the leader of the group, Reaper Joe, had sealed the deal. Getting off planet had been way easier than one would have expected for such an eclectic group of practically pirates. 
     

    Ducking beneath a tangle of swaying and sparking wires than hung even lower than the already low bulkheads of the needle ship  , Leena tried to plaster a smile on her face as she tried in vain to keep up with the floppy-hatted green pirate leader, Reaper Joe as he led Leena and her apprentice @Keenava Dira through the craft, parting cramped hallways of junk and the dozens upon dozens of his fellow beings that tinkered with it.

     

    “As you can see, we have made a many-variety of serious top-notch high quality repairs and upgrades to Sith Hunter Prime after the great scrapping of ours and any age.”

     

    Joe gestured at a panel of blinking lights. 
     

    “Our sacred blood-bound agreement of healing and reciprocation has cost us greatly high amounts of immeasurable values, but with greatest costs has come even greater chance for expansion in a galaxy much ripened for the harvesting with unwatchful eyes of stringently governmental spy-spy oversight.”

     

    Joe shimmied between a narrow gap in the bulkhead into an adjacent hallway, pausing as he watched Leena eyeball the space and shake her head. There was no way she or Keenava were fitting through that gap.

     

    ”We’ll catch up High Captain-Commander”

     

    she nodded, waving Reaper Joe onward.

     

    The Squib offered an all too untrustworthy  smile as he offered a mock salute

     

    “Aye! Next stop, non-stop, Jedi Base To-Be Icy Ilum and a future most glorious!”

     

    and then he hurried off out of sight.

     

    Leena paused, her shoulders relaxing as the Squib vanished from sight. She turned to face her twi’lek companion. 
     

    “Well, apprentice-o-mine,”

     

    she joked, her voice singsongy like the Squibs’,

     

    ”shall we find us a place to bunk, . . . somewhere aboard the, . . . uh, . . . Sith Hunter Prime?”

     

    Weaving through the ship, Leena saw nore of the same, the entire craft seemed to be built around maneuvering thrusters, tractor beams, and access ports. Any spare room was dedicated to salvaged space debris and anything else the Squibs thought might be valuable to someone in trade. The whole of the ship was filled to the the brim with Squib whose own ships had been lost over Nar Shaddaa, even their escape pods salvaged or melded into the hull of the home-brewed craft. Still, at the end of a rather haphazard and uneven narrow pathway adjacent to a purring Hapan fusial thrust engine, they found some solitude. 
     

    Righting a toppled crate that, judging by it’s label once held Imperial blasters, but was now apparently brimming with excess R1 unit photoreceptors, Leena settled onto the seat.

     

    ”Now,”

     

    she waved at another crate for Keenava,

     

    ”I am sure you have some questions and Ilum is still a few days out. Perhaps we can settle in and work on a bit of unorthodox training. Such an unorthodox place does not present itself every day.”

     

    The Mon Cal smiled warmly. 


     

    Outside, the ship accelerated rapidly away from Falleen before lurching to hyperspace and Ilum at the far end of the trek.
     

     

     

     

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  5. Leena set off, back into the slowly awakening city. She pulled her cloak around her shoulders before donning her traveler’s hood. She was not trying to hide, outright; but, truth be told, she was exhausted. As such, any undue attention she could avoid was worth it. 
     

    Still, she was looking forward to getting back to Jedi business proper, not politics or positioning or trying to wrangle the Jedi’ position in the galaxy, just simple clean hard work. It was refreshing and after the long trek of war, Leena was ready for a simple and clean challenge.

     

    And then her comlink chirped. Leena let out an audible sigh as frustration tensed across her shoulders. Who is it now? she wondered as she took a deep calming breath before releasing it in a slow exhalation before reaching for the communication device.

     

    It was if on cue. Leena almost chuckled as a smile splayed across her weary face. Squibs. Short, chatty, and a downright pain at timed, the Jedi Grandmaster could not help but like them. A bulk of them had been vaporized alongside Jedi and Republic forces proper over Nar Shaddaa and still their tenacious spirit lives on. A translucent blue floating head materialized over the communicator. Beneath his oversized large-brimmed hat, the Squibian commander, Reaper Joe, smiled out at the Jedi.

     

    ”Ahhh most esteemed lady healer of the mighty Jedi. From far-off distances and forbidden most secret trade routes much word rumors came to us of a shadow stronghold of Sith slimelords to be attacked for the liberation of oppressed greenies. Even now elitest of elite forces of the Squibian Salvage Forces are combing the planet to look for,”

     

    the commander paused as he chose his next words carefully,

     

    ”survivors. Imagine my most shocking of surprising surprises to learn that you are here as well.”

     

    Leena smiled. Wherever there was conflict, wherever there was a chance to scrounge something of value from others’ junk, the Squibs inevitably found their way. Like trans-galactic Jawas, they plied the hauntingly empty spacelanes.

     

    ”And a good morning to you as well High Commander,” 

     

    Leena inclined her head in greeting as she digested everything the small rodently being had babbled.

     

    ”What can I do for you?”

     

    ”Our newly minted most indomitable fleet requires most secretive of retrofitting and we have much salvage to offload in preparations for ventures beyond the edges of Known Space. It is imperative that we return to the ice world of Jedi secrets and pick our brother and sister engineering Squibian masterful craftsmen up with due zippy speed. Once,”

     

    he added,

     

    ”we finish obtaining any needed supplies from this ripe world.”

     

    Leena sighed as she chuckled under her breath. This was an opportunity to get back to Ilum, to help Keenava best her demons and refocus herself too.

     

    ”It would be an honor to accompany you when you depart; but first, I must find my fellow Jedi. She . . . “


    The Squib warlord cut Leena off before she  continue,

     

    ”Oh yes, many many Jedi on the dark planet recently. Squibian Intelligence Assets report at least a dozen, many leading bands of frighty fright freedom fighters. I can direct locations to your transmission device and we can pick you up by the end of business day.”

     

    Before Leena could respond, her comlink buzzed, a slew of different planetary coordinates, some within the city and some outside appeared in the small comm readout.

     

    ”Many thanks comrade. I am sure I will be able to find my apprentice by then.”

     

    ”Excellent! We shall pick you up as soon as we have finished out top secret salvaging rescue operations.” 


    Leena smiled as the transmission ended. She knew better than to question the strange green furred squirrel privateer/pirate or their methods. They worked all too often. If they knew she was here and where a dozen other Jedi or Imperial Knights, she had no doubt they had a way of knowing where she was and would be too. It was yet another mystery of the force.

     

    Checking the list of coordinates, Leena noted a pair not terribly far away. Something felt right about it. Tucking her

    comm away, Leena hurried off hoping to find her apprentice. She figured that had Keenava still been lying unconscious in the temple ruins Reaper Joe would have said something. She had hoped that the newly minted Jedi could find her way. As a former Sith, Leena figured the Twi’lek’s survival instinct was well honed. Still though, she had not found the Grandmaster yet.

     

    Making her way down the street, Leena lurched to a stop as she drew up short almost colliding with a short red furred rodent in black tactical gear. 
     

    “GAHHHHHHHAAAAYYY!!!”

     

    the Squib operative cried out in shock as she whipped around in shock, 

     

    “Can’t you see I am spying on the Jedis?!”

     

    she pointed down the street toward @Keenava Dira

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  6. Leena smiled, her fishy face twisting oddly as she warmly responded, her voice firm and full of love for the former Jedi. 

     

    ”We are with you brother and we will stand beside the Alliance as equals. So long as the force wills it.”

     

    It was a simple statement; one Leena felt no need to expand on. The Jedi were not enemies with this new Alliance, nor was there a desire for any such thing. If peace could be found and maintained, all would be better for it. Nor would the Jedi become pawns of political currents as they ebbed and flowed. Such a thing had been done before and it always resulted in ruin, in suffering, devastation, and senseless death. Blindness to the truth. But these were things that did not need delved into. This Jedi and Knight knew such things and were able to find common ground. If they could do so, then there was hope for the galaxy whole.

     

    And while a young Alliance of unknown make and trajectory was not one the Jedi could blindly submit to, they would cautiously and eagerly stand alongside and help to nurture toward the light. They would adhere to their laws and customs so long as they were morally upright. To do so, was the Jedi way. The Mon Cal slowly turned to continue down the stairs and began winding through the debris field.

     

    ”Serve your masters well @Raphanel, serve the people, and above all, always serve the force. It lives and breathes through the galaxy; through you. I would be deighted  to have you alongside us on Ilum, to work beside you and delve deeper into the endless mysteries of the force. I understand; however, should your duties call you elsewhere. A man of your rank and standing is needed a great many places in the days and months ahead. Your wealth would save many worlds. If you are able to provide transport for my apprentice and I, we will gladly accept.”

     

    She paused as she considered @Keenava Dira and all the former Sith had been through. She had come so far, yet Leena could still feel the fractured torment that raged within the Twi’lek’s chest. 
     

    “She is troubled, like so many, by the demons of her past, of wars fought and innocence lost. In a way, she is analogous of the galaxy we now stand on the precipice of. By the will of the force, both shall be brought back fully into the light the stronger for it. Scars turned to gold.” 


    Leena smiled as she began to walk away again, pulling the hood of her robe over her head as she remarked, a trickle of laughter playing in her voice.

     

    ”But I need to find her before the Squibs do. Bit rough around the edges those salvagers.”

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  7. On 5/13/2023 at 1:08 AM, Raphanel said:

    “My lady grandmaster. You do me much honour by visiting us, let me give congratulations to your Knights in their defeat of the Sith Lords and their heathen temple. My time is yours as my men continue their clean up and treatment of the wounded. How may I be of assistance?” 


    Leena offered a slow deep nod in return. ‘Grandmaster,’ the term felt so foreign, so distant, and yet, somewhere deep in her heart the young Mon Cal knew the truth. She turned and gestured silently, bidding the Lord Commander to fall into step with her as they moved into the awakening city

     

    ”There is much to discuss.”


    She began, forgoing any sort of formal greeting. The young eyes of the healer gazing outward as if they saw beyond the destruction that lay before them.

     

    ”The people of Falleen will require a lot of assistance. Otherwise they will fall into want and come to see their freedom as an affront by the new Imperial dominion.” 
     

    Leena wished that the new Sovereign Alliance had communicated with the Jedi before beginning their assault on this world. They had caught not only the Sith forces of Falleen and her citizens by surprise, but also the Jedi who had been infiltrating the world in an effort to purge the darkness from within. 
     

    “The Sith are apparently not gone from the galaxy.”

     

    Leena gestured to the shellshocked world before them as evidence of the statement.

     

    ”Even if their empire is driven from the galaxy, their wizards of evil apparently lurk in the shadows even today. The beast that ruled this land cannot be the only one. It was Sith who destroyed your Hell Vault Prison was it not?”

     

    she asked, half rhetorically as she continued to speak, their feet carrying them around the corner of another city block. 
     

    “It is not a Jedi’s place to rule. We seek to defend civilization, justice, truth, and light. These . . . Sith,”

     

    she almost spat the word,

     

    ”slaves of despair and destruction, must be found and stopped before they can gain another foothold. The welfare of these people, the people of this new Alliance, rests on your shoulders Commander; the shoulders of you and your brothers. To keep them from the darkness. That is your oath, lest the new light that rules this galaxy become an oppressor’s flame. We, the Jedi, will stand beside you in support of this cause; but we are not bound by the same servitude. We are called to a loftier goal, a holy calling governed by the force itself.”

     

    Leena stopped as they came to a wide set of stairs that cascaded down onto a once decorative brick promenade, now scattered with boulders and craters.

     

    ”Even now, there are Jedi seeking the Sith in whatever shadows they might be festering. To find them, to offer them redemption in this life or the next, that is our task at hand. To strengthen and protect the weak and downtrodden is our goal. And so our tasks are not mutually exclusive Lord Commander. As long as we both remain in the light, your Knights will have a friend in the Jedi.”

     

    Beginning down the stairs into the rising sun, Leena turned to look @Raphanel in the eye. 
     

    “From here, I am called to the healing of a single ragged soul and the construction of a sanctuary for the Jedi and those who serve the cause of light; to heal, test, and equip those who safeguard all peoples of this galaxy and beyond. And what of you my friend?  Where will you go next? Would you join my apprentice and I as we journey to the windswept world of Ilum?”

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  8. The Mon Cal’s footsteps rang heavy as she hurried through the mostly empty streets of Falleen. Smoldering columns of smoke and haphazardly swaying spires encircled the landscape, but amongst them, she could feel hope. Hope radiated from souls free from their bondage and  slavery; hope for a new and brighter day, and each one that followed illuminated more. Leena smiled as she felt this very hope in her own heart as well. It urged her tired and weary body forward. The Jedi’s aching bones spoke of the toll the purification this world has taken upon her, upon all of the servants of the light who stood arm in arm to pluck this world from the maw of destruction.

     

    As she moved, the sounds of a stirring world began to creep into the still

    morning air. The sounds of a people who were both joyous and cautious. Freedom was theirs, but along with it came a terrible toll and a world in need of rebuilding. In the shadows of doorways and still standing buildings, through the charred and broken remains of storefronts and shelled out vehicles, the people of Fallen began to pick up the pieces. They would need help.

     

    Of course they would. The assault by Imperial forces on the world had left it battle scared. Skirting about a still smoking crater, Leena shook her head. This was not the way of the Jedi; nor would they be beholden to it.

     

    The Jedi hurried on, her brown travelers robes scorched and covered in dried mud and ancient gray dust. Onward, toward her next task and the rebuilding of not just a world, but an galaxy and an order so manipulated and twisted by the magics and abuses of the Sith.

     

    Eventually, after winding her way across the war-torn city, the Jedi Healer came across the band of Knights, former Jedi and other light-siders who had taken a different calling, yet one still bound to the light. Stopping a short distance off so as to not intrude, Leena awaited an opening. Realizing the solemness that comes amongst a brotherhood in the aftermath of conflict, she was content to remain silent, meditating quietly, head bowed in reverence to the gravities of war even upon those who sought it’s end.

     

    When the moment was right, the Mon Cal would speak, her warm voice heavy with the weight of the office she now bore and the tiredness of a resolve that had been pushed, bent, but remained unbroken. 
     

    “Lord Commander, a word.”

     

    Leena would wait for the leader of the Knights and when he could afford the chance, would walk with him into the ruins of a coty reborn to discuss that which the future held, not just for themselves or their orders, but for the galaxy itself.

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  9. Across the whole of Falleen, the Living Force moved, blossoming in fonts of purifying power and light. At the eye of the  cascading storm of purity lay the devastated temple, a temple formerly dedicated to the worship of The House of Dragons and their perverse god. The mount was bathed in light, great wings of purifying energy arched forth from there and swept over the world, driving shadow before them as it was extinguished in holy splendor. As each Jedi and light sider hidden upon the world meditated upon the cleansing waves of the light side of the force, upon goodness and justice and right, the sweeping cleaning tide grew as it swept across the world. From the battle weary guardians, a cleansing fire that gave chase to the darkness, devouring that in it’s path. From the ever watchful sentinels, an unblinking eye from which no darkness could hide. From the sage counsellors, warm light that bathed the world in healing energies.

     

    Leena felt the power of the force wash through her, over her heart, mind and soul in a tingling charged wave. It passed into her, over her, and through her, baptizing she and her fellow Jedi in the purity of their cause. It glowed a blinding untainted white as the crystals, attuned to healing, gave up their color and amplified the energies until they were visible from horizon to horizon, even from well beyond orbit. The Healer felt as every Jedi, every soul touched by and purified by the light, joined the healing trance and contributed to it. They were an Order bound together in a unity of purpose, to save the lives and very soul of this world, to be the watch guards of civilization and safeguard her from the darkness that lurked in the souls of every man.

     

    And given time, the entire world of Falleen became awash in the healing power of the light side of the force, the Cosmic and Living force intermingled to pull the world back from the precipice of destruction, to right it’s path and offer unto it a chance at redemption, a cleaned consciousness and heart free from the temptations and addictions of the dark side. The iron grip by which @Karys Narat iv-Adas and his false religion of tyrannical violence had not been loosened, but crushed until none remained but ash. Their presence, their power upon this world washed away, purified as if it had never been upon Falleen.

     

    And as the world seemed to awaken with the sunrise, the first rays of a new day dawned over the cities of Falleen. Leena slowly opened her eyes. The work of the Jedi upon this world was done, if for the moment. Weary and energized, Leena smiled softly. The people of Falleen had been purified of the cancerous dark side. Their healing now rested in their own hands, in the protection of the fledgling Sovereign Alliance. 
     

    Glancing about, the stones that glowed so powerfully began to mellow, their colors returning to them as heat and light dissipated into the air. Leena saw @Keenava Dira lying there across from her, the newfound follower of the light sapped and drained by the battle of light and dark within her very soul. Leena reached out to brush a sweaty tendril of ash from the twi’lek’s brow as she whispered,

     

    “Rest easy apprentice, where we go, we will contend with these spirits who plague your every step.”

     

    Securing her saber hilt back upon her own waist, Leena slowly stood and began to collect the healing crystals spread throughout the devastated temple mount. Hefting the final crystal, Leena considered the deep plum color of the stone, striated by faint wisps of green and orange that swirled into the warm core. She felt the light of the force glow warm and comforting within. Stooping forward, Leena cradled the stone in the twi’lek’s curled hand, a subtle reminder of all that they, that she herself, had accomplished here and a message calling the apprentice to Leena’s side when she awoke.

     

    Righting herself, Leena considered the city all about. It was almost silent and yet, peaceful. Faint cries of birds, long silenced by the oppression of the dark side called out over the cityscape. The scars of battle were still visible between Leena and the horizon. Yet, the rays of the dawning sun arced across it all, bathing the city in warm hues of yellow, pink and orange. A new day was beginning for the people of Fallen.

     

    Slowly, Leena began to careful make her way through the rubble and down the stairs of the devastated temple. She would need to coordinate with the head of this offensive, a commander of the Alliance, or whatever they were calling themselves these days. Her fellow Jedi knew what to do. They would follow the will of the force until they met again. For now, the force beckoned clearly across Falleen, beseeching each Jedi to follow it’s guidance out into the galaxy to carry it’s will to the people. The darkness had been driven from the galaxy, and yet the need for the Jedi remained strong. 

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  10. The force cracked like breaking stone as the light that projected from Leena’s hands clashed against the wickedness of the chanting of the sin-bound clerics. Even as the shadows were beaten back, a dark presence seemed to scurry for the heavens tearing at the roof, one final sacrifice, the ultimate end of any who followed the dark, as it fled into the cosmos.

     

    There was more pressing needs than pondering who or what fled into the night, what dark presence summoned by the Sith lingered on this world. There would be time for that later. For the moment, the entire temple seemed to shudder and rumble as the roof cracked and shattered, released from the unnatural powers that had held it together. Huge chunks of stone began to plummet downward, thundering as they shattered the floors, a rain of certain doom until Leena felt a tug through the force. 
     

    The bulbous eyes of the Mon Cal Jedi turned from the suddenly fearful acolytes as their fanged deity deserted them. She beheld @Keenava Dira as she drew upon the light, upon the force, sending it out like an explosive spear of energy. The tumbling temple was blown outward, sending chunks of stone and sizzling remnant shadows into the night. A smile played at the corner’s of the Healer’s mouth. 
     

    “I knew you had it in you.” 
     

    Turning back to the cultists, Leena took a menacing step forward, her hands coming up in an aggressive stance; warm fiery light glowing in her palms.

     

    ”Boo!”

     

    The cultists, wide-eyes at what had just occurred, deserted by the god in their moment of triumph, their moment of need, flinched and began to scurry away. They fled as fast and quickly as their haphazard flight would allow, scrambling toward the city and whatever shelter there might be to be had; even as Jedi and Sovereign Knights culled the darkness.

     

    Across the world, pockets of darkness remained, tethered unnaturally to the hearts and minds of locals, royalty and commoner alike. Even as dark siders, consumed, and unrepentant acolytes warred futilely against the forces of order and justice, the darkness in their hearts still lingered; pockets of sin that could invite back the same fate that had, until recently, held this world in it’s firm grasp.

     

    Looking about the exploded temple ruins, Leena did not hesitate. This world was being consumed by a cancer, a cancer that if not contained, would undo all the ground gained here today. Their sacrifices would be almost completely in vain. She shook her head as she fished a weighty bag from her waist. Tugging it open, Leena fished out a single small-fist sized gemstone, a brilliant blue that all but glowed with a cool calm refreshing energy; and then a second. It was a fiery orange octagonal crystal that seemed to flicker with warmth and life. The master healer tossed the satchel to Keenava with probably a bit more force than necessary.

     

    “Place one at each corner of the temple mount. Allow the force to touch you, to flow from you to each stone and not from them. When you are done, take the final two stones and join me in the center.”

     

    Leena turned striding toward the center of the devastated temple, stepping over discarded aspergillum and chunks of temple. Fishing a comlink from her pocket, Leena quickly tuned it to what had always been a secure Jedi channel. Browdcasting across the city, she hoped her fellow Jedi were able to receive it.

     

    ”Brothers and sisters, this is Master Leena Kil, Healer of the Jedi Order. Turn your hearts to the world around you. Open your hearts to the light. Reach out. Take my hand. Together, and only together, can we save this city, these people, this world. We are the Jedi. We stand for the truth and the light. We fight for justice, for civilization, for life. Together, we shall prevail today.”

     

    Slowly lowering her hand, Leena allowed the comlink to clatter to the floor beside her as she sank into a cross-legged position on the floor, the very air about her beginning to shimmer with light side energy. Leena gingerly placed the two crystals she held on the floor, one on either side of her. They began to glow brilliantly catching and containing the energy as Leena awaited Keenava’s arrival across from her, to place the jewels on either side of herself, boxing the duo in even as the crystals on the permitter began to faintly glow; each crystal binding with the other creating a latticework of  energy that caught and rebounded the glowing energy of the force, growing it exponentially as it passed from crystal to crystal and through the two Jedi until such a font of healing power could be contained no more and it erupted across the world to touch and cleanse every force user opened to the light side as it washed across the whole of Falleen bathing it in purifying energies and chasing the cancer of the dark side from every nook and cranny the world and her people had to hide within.

     

    A planetary reset, loosening the bindings of darkness and freeing the minds, bodies and souls of those imprisoned by the darkness, free at last to choose their own destiny; free from the chains of the dark side. And those that were entirely consumed by the touch of sin, of the fanged god, would be purged in plumes of cleansing light.

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  11. Leena hurried forward with her fellow Jedi. All about them, the unnatural night seemed to be waning, the gray hues of predawn rising over the world as the purifying rays of the light of the force pierced through the veil of iniquity in shocking reds, yellows, and oranges. Yet before them, a final bastion of darkness stood, unnaturally shadowed by the mysterious torrential funnel of blackest sin.

     

    As they neared the massive stone steps that led into the temple, Leena slowed. Cultic chanting could be hears from deep within; low, gutteral, and laden with evil. The smell of blood permeated the air. Looking to her companions, Leena slowly nodded. This was what they had come for, the font of evil that was even bow permeating the planet, a conduit atop a nexus that stretched invisible clawing fingers throughout the world below and the air above the towering snake-adorned parapets.
     

    “We put an end to this here. Now. May the force be with us.”

     

    The exterior of the temple was unguarded; but even now, the chaos of the world behind them was erupting. Bloodshed the world over would continue until the Jedi brought this sin to heel. Inside, who knew what they would come upon, what unnatural foes might present themselves. 
     

    Leading the charge, Leena flit from step to step, her footsteps flowing light and cool as each footfall seemed to echo cleansing power into the area about each one. Calling upon the force, Leena began to gather it to herself. With each inch she pressed into the darkness, the cool cleansing aura of the living force seemed to radiate from her even more until she reached the top of the stair to stare down into the inky black hallway of coiled snake-like statues and glistening blood. From there, the light burst forth, unable to be contained. It surged into the temple like a crashing ocean touching all it could reach, illuminating the darkness? And purifying the latent tendrils of shadow and darkness with hissing cleansing waves.

     

    @Pinckz @Kadi Silan 

     

     

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  12. As the eternal echoes of the force reverberated into silence, slowly, Leena opened her eyes. She felt the outpouring of force energy from her body. She had been but a conduit for the energy of the cosmos, for life, and while it invigorated her, her every nerve tingling with purity, she felt the raw drain of energy such a display had carried with it. Caught up in the torrent of the never ending oceans that made up the galaxy , Leena had to strain to not allow herself to be lost in the break as eternal met the present, washing the darkness away in a riptide of purifying light.

     

    From her crouched position, Leena slowly stood, stretching out her hands, arms and legs as she willed feeling back into the extremities. She surveyed the world about her. The chaos of the dark side boiled in the distance, an agitated swamp, even more lethal as it churned and was purged; a necessary event nonetheless. The Jedi would have to ensure that the people

    of Falleen, their people and culture, were not destroyed in the process. Around Leena; however, there was a stillness as the ash of a thousand fallen dark side wraiths were blown on the breeze, their tormented souls free to finally journey into the great beyond, to find peace now that their nightmare was over.

     

    The Mon Cal brushed a tear away from a bulbous eye, grief at the loss of life, even as the cancer of the dark side was culled. Sacrifices necessitated by the perversion of the darkness. The Jedi Master inhaled deeply, steeling herself as she remembered that these lives lost were not by their doing, but by the machinations of the disturbed and deranged, perverse acolytes of sin and evil. And yet, it was not wrong to morn the senseless losses the enemy had inflicted. Staring out at the gently wafting ash, Leena closed her eyes, bowing her head in a moment of solemn silence for the memories of those long since destroyed by the darkness, finally able to rest. As she did, the blinding barriers of light that separated the ash and the Jedi began to fade to a shimmer before dissipating on the breeze. The immediate threat of pressing evil over, the world beyond still cried out for salvation from the darkness. In the distance, like a beacon of twisted blackness, Leena could feel it; their work was not yet done.

     

    As @Keenava Dira loped toward her, Leena offered up a half-hearted smile; a smile, nevertheless, that shone in her pained watery eyes. She was proud of how the newly uninitiated Jedi had handled herself. Surrounded by darkness, Leena could only imagine how easy the temptation would be to revert back to past knowledges and old habits, even in the name of rightness. “Well done,” she offered as a sign of her approval accompanied by a knowing nod, “but our work is not yet done. The darkness still holds firm to this world. Even as the light seeks to extinguish it, I fear that the shadows of darkness will take root amongst the forces of liberation and good. We must guard ourselves, watch out for others, and extinguish the unnatural flame of shadows. Reach out, feel the darkness my friend. We must go to it and stop whatever profanities they are even now pouring upon the soul of this world.” 


    Leena nodded toward the city in the distance, spiraling towers even now cloaked in unnatural shadowy clouds that seemed to crackle with dark energy. Somewhere within lay the font of darkness that even now corrupted the world around them. Looming to the others she pointed, “The force will be with us and guide our steps.” And with that, they set off, back toward the city and the temple of darkness within.

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  13. The Mon Cal locked eyes with @Kadi Silan giving a knowing nod over the din of the howling and moaning of the encroaching spawn of darkness. What had been was no more and would need to be dealt with; but that was only a salve in the moment. It needed done, but that alone would not suffice. Whatever, whoever, corrupted these souls, consumed their very lives needed to be found and stopped. The dark side was unnatural and there was no one beyond the naturalist who bound off to find the abomination. To heal the world and it’s people, Leena would be glad to have the Jedi’s aid. For now, she was glad to have Kadi searching for the font of despair.

     

    As Leena turned back to the closing horde, she more sensed than saw a shadowy form leap beyond her. Arcing through the growing cloud as it was bound about them, a snow globe of evil, Leena knew @Keenava Dira had found her way. Light and shadow, free of the clawing lust of darkness and yet hardened beyond steel ready to pierce the veil.

     

    Entrusting that the Wookiee, @Tharnanion, had the child in his care, Leena brought her hands together. A thunderous clap echoed throughout the encompassing snare of solidified light side energies, its glow casting twisted shadows of the hellspawn inward. She did not stop though, moving before the thunder could even clear the air. The field would sustain itself for some time, empowered by the forces of light as they descended upon this world, their powers being fed by the sphere of light and in turn feeding the energized shield with their righteous light.

     

    Leaping upward, Leena rolled backward through the air over the swinging arms of dark side shamblers as they grasped at thin air. Plunging back toward the decking, Leena was enveloped in a glowing spray of purity. Force energy crackled about her as she plunged back down at the horde amassing below. Landing like a feather at the last moment, the force whirled like a beautiful tempest about the Jedi Master. Leena’s closed fist lightly impacted the durasteel plating of the landing area and in that moment, the Living Force responded. An eruption of blinding energy leapt out in every direction, a cacophony of raw power bathed in light that billowed out with purgative energy. It’s purifying presence cleansed the cancer of darkness from all that it touched. It cut through and obliterated the shadows of the empty vessels of smoke that made up the Consumed until all that were left standing in a wide radius were the Jedi, agents of light.

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  14. The sea of light side energy crashed against the cliffs of darkness and as if a thousand years passed in a moment began to wear away the jagged edges of evil all around them. The purity of the sea never tainted as it cleansed they that stood against them in the tidal surge of the force. Leena felt Keeneva’s presence, familiar with the darkness and yet, set apart, fresh water poured into the sea, carve a hole in the jagged surrounding presence, creating a river by which the torrents of light could pierce the shadow.

     

    When the first agent of darkness attempted to breach the light, his body was enveloped in the cleansing power of goodness. Any that was tainted, poisoned beyond curing, was burnt away, like cancer before the scalpel and cleansing radiation. Leena’s face fell as the realization dawned upon her. These beings, so consumed by the darkness, had pushed themselves beyond the natural fall of sin until that disgrace was all that maintained them in this mortal world when they should have passed on long ago. Theirs was a false existence, that of unnatural binding to this mortal plane, one of slavery and suffering. They would know no else and to purify them was to scour their souls needlessly into the fires of purgatory. 
     

    So as the army of iniquity began to turn, their fringes fleeing toward the city proper and their unholy temple which radiated with darkness, Leena knew what must be done. She looked at her companions and was reminded of their oath as Jedi. Theirs was a purpose greater than their own preservation and if their sacrifice could save a single soul, so ought it to be. 
     

    “They must not be allowed to run freely in the city or many more lives may be lost.”

     

    And in that moment, Leena allowed the growing plume of light to fall, to linger on in the hearts of do gooders and and sizzle in the air as it clashed with the energies of darkness. All that remained was the healing wash of energy that Leena purged the not yet encompassing darkness from the girl that had fallen before them.

     

    Looking to @Tharnanion, the Mon Cal called out, “Get her to safety!” She waved at the child beneath her feet before looking to @Kadi Silan and @Keenava Dira “Stop them.” She waved at the fleeing queen of the damned. “The city must be protected, lest our brethren Knights be overrun.”

     

    Leena stepped forward, her hands weaving through the air as if parting invisible waters, weaving the force into the very air itself, drawing upon the same energies that had repulsed the army of ill intent. This time, however, Leena directed the energies beyond their small group sending a physically solid wall of glimmering light crashing down beyond the fleeing Sith spawn. A moment ago, when healing was still an answer, they had repulsed this army; now, the wall of light began to encircle them all, army of deranged Linorms and Jedi alike. This was a cancer that Leena and company would have no choice but to cut out if this soul of this city, this world, was to be saved. The ancient and proud Falleen deserved nothing less.

     

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  15. Leena smiled. She did not smile because of the words of contempt the halted aggressors showed, held at ring’s edge by the torrent of light side energy that even now dampened their surge of dark side strength. She did not smile because above and around them the floodgates of the newly reinvigorated forces of good cascaded to this world to wrest it from the maw of evil. She did not even smile as she sensed the presence of these shackled minions’ master draw near. No, Leena smiled, a warmth radiating from her rain washed form because there, nearby she could see them, Kadi and an unknown Jedi acolyte adding themselves to the battle of wills that even now threatened to spill over into the physical. For such a covert task, the force had called forth an inordinate amount of the greatest Jedi the Order had to offer, and Leena was pleased to be amongst them, old friends and new.

     

    And yet she could feel it. These twisted minds, warped by their master’s will and that of the darkness would not be so easily washed free. The darkness here, like a cancer, had metastasized to the very core of this world. What a blessing it was to have a naturalist here. With her aid and the will of the force, Leena knew this world would be saved. This world needed saved and to do that

     

    they would have to fight. How Leena hated to fight. True there were Jedi who excelled in the martial arts, some even thrived in it, drawn closer to the goodness and purity of the force in the midst of it. It was not entirely unlike the frontline surgical setups Leena often thrived in; but still, she was not fond of the art of war in and of itself and war had found her once again.

     

    Leena traded a look with Keeva and gave a knowing nod. “You’re a Jedi now. That does not mean you forget who you are or where you came from. You are a child of the light. Let it flow through you. Use what you know, combine it with who you are now.” Pulling the antique saber hilt from her robe, Leena pressed her former master’s blade into the twi’lek’s hand. She stared deep into the former Sith’s eyes, a deep aura of trust accompanying the green-bladed weapon.

     

    “I will protect the child.” Leena stepped back, the child straddled between her feet. The force was abuzz with energy. It crackled in the misting rain, bursting from every drop. It flowed through Leena, amplified as it passed into the world about them. Reaching her hands out, Leena felt the flow of the force as it washed over her hands. She let it guide her hands, spinning it in her hands, a jetty of power that as easily as it gathered was released back into the world by Leena in a blinding flash of blazing white light that would blind the foes of the light. If there was to be a battle, Leena would serve her brothers and sisters and the force and this, the opening salvo would show that.

     

    The force continued to flow through the Healer, energized and amplified as it touched the purity of her own soul. Leena concentrated on the light, the connections between she and every glimmer light that she could feel across the entire cityscape. She allowed the power to expand, to touch their hearts and minds and offer steadiness, encouragement and hope; to strengthen their resolve and implant the knowledge that they were on the side of right and would, in the end, win. The force would strengthen the soldiers who fought for freedom, to protect their families and world, against the oppression of darkness, quicken their responses and enhance their abilities to peak levels. With her hands held open palms upward before her, she sunk deeper into her battle meditation. She touched the city about them, empowering the forces of light.

     

    The child beneath the Jedi Master was bathed in purifying energies, the child’s mind, body, and soul awash in healing and purifying energies. The darkness would not be able to stand against the light.

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  16. The misty rain that began to softly fall across the landing area was cool and refreshing, ever drop and molecule seemed to hum with the positive healing purifying energy of nature’s light. Here, amongst the tide of darkness, good still existed. Glimmers of light, like stars i. The night sky. Leena felt the radiating warmth of @Keenava Dira’s aura as it surged in the night and a smile played across the Mon Cal’s lips as the former Sith stepped forward to confront what very well could be demons of her own past.

     

    And then the woman at the head of the encroaching horde demanded the child again. Almost in sync with the demand and the subtle threatening surge of darkness that accompanied the unnatural voice came another presence, something altogether unexpected. From above, still out of sight, obscured by the dark overcast sky was a piercing surge of light. A blade in the darkness as the distant thunder of landing craft buzzed overhead. The Imperial Knights had arrived. Leena could not help but let a smile play at her lips. An ally in the darkness was always welcome and she could already feel their presence alongside those of her Jedi entourage. She sensed their presence, could feel the purity and calm of the Jedi collective and the fierce loyalty to right of the Knights. She felt them and reached out on the force so that they could fee her. She allowed the purity of her own soul to mingle with that of the others amongst the cloud of black and to blossom those storehouses of light into founts of power that would surge into the world around them. That light would drive back the darkness and purify all that they touched. The soft rain about them hissed a tympanum of peace as the drops burst as they fell, unable to contain the expanding purity of the light side of the force as it grew exponentially within and burst forth, a tidal force of cleansing energies as Leena silently interwove her own healing magics with her companions’.

     

    Stepping forward to stand beside the Twi’lek, Leena’s eyes practically glowed as she stared down the dark side leader of the horde that surrounded them. The child with them had fallen into their care, quite literally actually. That was enough. This woman before them, full of base raw emotions and dark intentions, whoever she was, would not take this child so long as Leena stood.

     

    “No matter how small a light that shines in the darkness. Its rays pierce the void and the light shall not be overcome.”
     

    With each step, the dark tendrils of corruption that had bled into the planet itself recoiled. Energy crackled in the air, pure and bright, as the rainfall steadily increased, each drop exploding in shimmering droplets of purifying spray that washed over one and all sapping the strength of the darkness and dissipating it, leaving nothing but soft cool mist in the air. In the midst of it, her robes soaked and water streaming off her salmon skin stood Leena, a conduit of the flowing current of the Living Force, of light and life and all things wholly natural and right. Hers was a purity of will, and that will surged forth as it nurtured and grew the candles of light that were born within each living thing, until it mingled with the will of the force itself and the two become indistinguishable from one another. The darkness would not stand before it and those touched by the healing touch of the expanding rain would be washed pure, their lives unshackled and untethered from this world of darkness to be given a choice, to choose their path in life and not have it dictated for them by the falsehoods that rippled from the darkness.

     

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  17. Leena felt the struggle as @Keenava Dira fought against the darkness until finally a glimmer of

    light burst forth. A smile played at the edge of her lips as she focused on the fallen girl. She knew the new Jedi initiate had it in her, even if the twi’lek had doubted it herself.

     

    The smile was short-lived however as Leena’s senses probed the girl’s form. This was no ordinary illness. Not that she would expect that on a world so saturated in dark side power as this; no, nothing was as it seemed here. Leena almost recoiled at the darkness that pulsated beneath the surface of this small girl’s body. She was a conduit for the darkness and little more; a victim of the ravages of the dark side.

     

    Suddenly from all around them the very world seemed to pulsate and dark fog roiled into the air. The darkness within the girl seemed to manifest about them, appearing on the fringes as cries of fear and pain laced with the fog and the green shadows cast the world in eerie hues and icy shadows.

     

    Leena lurched backwards on her heels, grabbing at Keenava’s arm to pull her backward. Shooting to her feet, the duo were joined by @Basi as he bounded back down from their ship to Leena’s side, pressing the silvery shaft of Leena’s old blade into her palm. With her face steeled against the advancing horde of red eyes piercing through the fog in the distance, Leena slid the hilt up her own sleeve as she grabbed Keenava’s and Basi’s hands.
     

    “Together,” she whispered. “We shall not be overcome.” Leena reached deep into her soul and felt for the light that rested within her soul. She grasped onto it and let it flow like a surging spring throughout. She felt for the light of the memory that glowed within Keenava and reinforced it with the exponentially expanding light from her own soul. Leena found the light that burned like a fire in Basi and with the peace of her soul bolstered it. She expanded her senses outwards, feeling for the glimmers of light in the world around them, even in the form of the consumed girl at their feet. The glimmer of hope that was her mother, warm memories of embrace, and that too she grew and into the web of light that was beginning to invisibly weave around them. 
     

    At the head of the seeming army of evil marched a single woman, a leader of unknown origins and power. Leena felt her presence, felt the darkness that swirled about her. Leena felt the waves surge in the dark priestess’ wake and bolstered the light about their trio, prepared to stand in the gap, healing life-filled energy beginning to crackle and pop as any tendrils of darkness began to interlope within their aura. 

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  18. Leena shuffled through the crowd, catching sight of @Keenava Dira as she brushed by. Sensing @Basi nearby, Leena moved with purpose back towards the spaceport, avoiding eye contact with the mulling crowds. The oppression was almost palpable in the air, but the glimmer of light that Leena and company carried with them cut through the darkness like a knife.

     

    Seeing their ship up ahead, Leena’s pace quickened. The ship was their bastion of safety on this world and it carried their gear, specifically, a relic of Leena’s past. That was what she sought now. Before they could reach the ship though, a child tumbled to the ground in front of them. Had the force not been guiding Leena, she would have inevitably tripped. As it were she was able to jump over the child, reacting in the blink of an eye. Quickly the Mon Cal spun, sensing the fear, the pain, that seemed to consume the child.

     

    Leena knelt, cradling the girl’s head in her arm. “There there my child,” she coo’d as she looked the girl over from head to toe attempting to sense or see any injuries visible and invisible. And then she came to the child’s eyes. They were glassy and dark. The Jedi felt a chill go down her spine as if the cold glove of the dark side had passed over her. Looking up, Leena waved Keenava towards them. “Get down here. We must keep the darkness at bay.” Leena pulled on the Twi’lek’s hand to pull her down to them. “Focus on the light. Find it within yourself and drive the darkness back from her mind.” Leena looked into Keenava’s eyes. “This girl needs you.” 
     

    Tearing her eyes from the two, Leena looked up at her apprentice. “Get aboard the ship. Clear a space and find a medkit.”

     

    ”Oh,” he called as almost an afterthought, “and there is a piece of my gear tucked away. Find it. We’re going to need it.” She spoke of the lightsaber owned by her former master stowed aboard.

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  19. Leena smiled warmly at the waitress as she accepted the drink, sliding a pilfered Sith credit chit, the kind still accepted on such a world, to the Falleen. 

    “Keep the change.”

     

    She smiled, probably warmer than she needed to. The bar was getting crowded; possibly a side effect of the regular workday ending and people

    looking for a small window of escape from the world around them, even if they refused to acknowledge the hopelessness of their situation.

     

    Turning towards Kirlocca, Leena’s eyes passed over @Basi, shrugging her shoulder forward indicating him to join them.

     

    “Getting a little crowded in here.”

     

    She mused,

     

    ”Lets adjourn back to our ship. All to many friendly faces about this joint.”

     

    Leena raised the whole bottle toward the @Wookiee Jedi
     

    “Better to enjoy this in private with fewer . . . Imperial . . . eyes,”

     

    She shot a sidelong glance to the gaggle of commandos that had made themselves at home about the bar. She didn’t know who they were, but at a place like this, nine times out of ten they’d be unfriendly. Bounty hunters at best. Sith enforcers more likely.

     

    Donning her hood again, Leena slid out into the lightly falling night rain, set to make it back to their transport. Her mind drifted to the letter from a long lost associate and the memories of the catastrophe that  had heralded a Sith invasion of Mon Cal, the world of her people. She was getting a déjà vu feeing about the whole thing. It was strong enough she could not help but steal a glance upwards for looming warships through the night covered clouds.

     

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  20. Leena tried not to wince against the firm grip of the powerful Wookie. It would not look good for a potential pirating employer. If they were going to be going adventuring for jewels, she needed to be tough enough to get the job done; or at least appear so. Withdrawing her hand, she slipped the jewel back out of sight within her cloak. She nodded slowly in agreement to Kirlocca’s query. Such a thing as the master’s toll begged explanation.  
     

    Still, the air was heavy and the idea of a table for the group, the one offered by the sultry waitress seemed a possibility. Leena was prepared to accept the offer when she felt a sharp pain flash through the force as Keeneva pinched herself. She winged momentarily as the lain arced across her mind. It was enough to slap Leena’s mind out of the fog.
     

    “I think we’ll pass on the table,”
     

    she smiled to the waitress.
     

    “Our crew won’t be needing it anyways. A bottle of green champagne though, something from the back stores, would be most appreciated. Something to celebrate this new alliance.”

     

    Leena looked off trying to catch Keenava’s eye, she wondered where her apprentice, @Basi, had gotten off to. She hoped he had not fallen under the sway of the locals. Falleen pheromones were potent stuff.  Locking eyes with the Twi’lek, Leena let her eyes wander the room raising a questioning eyebrow. 

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  21. Eying the folded note, Leena gave an appreciative nod to @Keenava Dira before tucking it away. If it was what she thought, this was not the time or place to read it and dwell on the past. Finding @Basi ready to go, she patted him on the shoulder, “Well, Dexter,” it was the first name she could think of, “time to head out. Remember my name is,” she paused for a second before spouting the first remotely Mon Cal name she could think of, “Jesmin.”

     

    Stepping out into the misty rain, it immediately started to cling to her heavy robe. What a miserable place. The dark side seemed to permeate the very air. Without constant focus, Leena felt it lapping at the edges of her mind. She shot a sidelong glance at her apprentice. She’d need to keep an eye on him to be sure. This was not something she would normally want to send initiated apprentices into. Heck. She’d prefer not to be here either. Hopefully soon enough they could purge the world of this taint. 
     

    Nodding silently at @Sandy Sarna’s comment they trudged onward. Leena was careful to not make eye contact. She felt like a foreigner here. Probably looked it too; not many fish-folk made it to this part of the galaxy, especially not under Sith rule. She could feel the pain, the oppression. It radiated from everywhere. 
     

    As they moved, the rainfall seemed to only steadily increase, driving all but those with no place to go or absolute need from the street. It would probably do them well to not stick out any further than their eclectic group already may. Pointing at the dingiest cantina in sight a few blocks down, Leena picked up the pace until they pushed pst the worn door. Inside was only slightly better than out by the lack of liquid falling from the sky. It was replaced by the near-insta-intoxicating auras of alcohol that seemed to have seeped into the very structure alongside the darkness. It was rundown and the weather outside seemed to have driven more than a few folks indoors. Staff would be busy enough tending to the sudden onslaught. “See if they have some rooms we can rent for a few days Dex,” she jerked a thumb towards the bar, “I’m going to wander a bit.”
     

    Sliding between several wet patrons, Leena squeezed deeper into the rundown den of iniquity. A pair of none-too-thrilled scantily clad dancers did their best to plaster smiles on their pained faces as they gyrated to some unfamiliar techno-tune at one end of the hall. Leena shook her head sadly, turning away from the sight. Rectifying such a situation now might compromise the entire thing. As she turned, Leena caught the tail end of a voice that sounded rather familiar. A conversation on piracy and looking for work. Glancing up, a gleam of recognition flickered in Leena’s eye as she did her best to suppress a smile. Shuffling over, the Mon Cal interrupted, her voice slower than usual, trying to appear as nonchalant as possible.

     

    “Then it might be time for something more . . . rewarding,” Leena interjected herself between the barmaid, @Wookiee Jedi, and his companion. From within her robes, Leena produced a single small glimmering stone, an unidentified but expertly hewn gem to the uninformed, a Jedi healing crystal to those in the know. Even here in the darkness of a dingy cantina on Falleen it almost seemed to sparkle with an unnatural aura. “We’re looking for some muscle. Wookiees’d do well. Plenty more of that, if you live through it.” Leena raised a discerning eyebrow playfully at Kirlocca. She knew the former Jedi Master. Hopefully he would recognize the healer too. She’d seen enough battlefield post ops in the galaxy.

     

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  22. The nondescript shuttle shuddered slightly as it regained real space high above the planet Falleen. That was not what alerted Leena to their arrival though. No, the long ride here had been spent reading dossiers, meditating, and training with @Basi. When the ship regained real space, Leena felt it almost immediately, a crushing wave of darkness, of pain, sacrifice, fear, and anguish. They radiated from the entire world. It was almost suffocating.
     

    Leena waived off the probe as she sunk into her seat grabbing her chest. The drill was over. Basi could take off the vision-obscuring helmet and stow the training saber. It would need hidden well before they landed. Leena exhaled deeply and waved her apprentice over. “Can you feel it Basi? The dark side is strong here.” Closing her eyes, Leena inhaled, allowing the goodness of her fellow travelers, the faint light of the world below that squeezed between the cracks, to flood her soul and in a moment banish the darkness away; driving it back. Extending her hand, Leena pushed it not just away from her, out of her soul, but shed light on all of them within the hold, @Sandy Sarna, @Keenava Dira, Basi, all of them.

     

    Offering her characteristic smile to her apprentice she offered, “keep the light alive within. Before we land, take your crystal, let it draw full of the light. Even in the darkness, it will serve as a reminder, an anchor point of light in the shadow.” Leena looked at the others. Their pilot was beginning to follow procedure. Even now, the order that overshadowed the sins of the Sith remained strong here. It would take some time, probably an inspection depending on how destitute these holdouts were after the fall of their empire, their overlords, but they’d still land within the hour.

     

    ”Have you ever been here before?” Leena asked Keeneva as she looked the former Sith over, regaled in new gear. “Nice boots,” she mumbled with a wink and some recognition. “A friend of mine had a pair just like that.” Looking up at Sandy, she queried, “Sooooo the last dark side nest I visited we collapsed into the ground after the guardian trees tried to kill us. Definitely getting a sense of deja vu about that planet. Has anyone ever been to Byss?” She asked reminiscing about her most recent fiasco of adventure alongside @Zeris Mons and @Tilt07 . Bringing herself back to the moment she looked at Sandy, “You’re probably better at these sort of things than I am. What first?”

     

    Outside, the landing gear of the ship creaked as they touched down in their assigned parking spot, Docking Bay 47A2.

     

    Pulling her hood up, Leena smiled at the others. “Gotta look serious. People don’t smile in a place like this.”

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  23. If Mon Cal could sweat, Leena would have worked up a glistening dampness as she moved through the moves, her empty hands moving fluidly with all the precision of a surgeon as her webbed palms sliced through the air. The force buzzed around them with a calm electric tingle, all but the moment was put off. Naught mattered but completing the flow of the kata. Leena’s mind was empty save for the flow of her body and the force. Subconsciously she could feel @Basi’s mind and movements beside her as he flowed almost seamlessly through the flow, his mind at ease.

     

    As she returned to center and the flow came to an end, Leena exhaled in relaxation. While such things were less meditative for her, she understood how and why it was for so many, the flow of body, blade, and spirit synced and unified as one, in the moment. It was the Jedi way; however . . .

     

    Leena turned to Basi, “It seems we may have found a way for you to connect to the force my apprentice. This is most excellent.” Her voice was pleasant, but her face seemed troubled. She sighed, “You are new to the ways of the Jedi Basi. For the time being, you must adhere to the teachings of we who have gone before you. When you have mastered the basics, you may delve into the unknowns, adding your own flair to each. Perhaps someday you will even develop a new form of lightsaber combat or discover a new way by which the force flows through the world around us. To seek too quickly, to lust for the easiest and quickest path to power has led to the destruction of countless beings, Jedi and not alike. Recall the tale of The Silver Jedi. They were some of the purest adherents to the Jedi way and yet in their desire to do good, to purge the evils of the dark side, they sought greatness not for themselves but their cause and unwittingly loosed a scourge on the galaxy greater than all they sought to defeat at the expense of their own mortality.” Leena began to walk as she spoke, placing a hand on Basi’s shoulder. “Follow the katas of Shii-Cho exactly and when you have mastered the forms and philosophies of the saber, you will understand and then you can seek to combine them fluidly with the ways of your past.” She did not need to mention the weightlessness and danger presented by fighting with a saber. Wether activated or not, such a deadly weapon was imbalanced and required fluid knowledge and even greater understanding of one’s body, the galaxy and their place in it within the force. While not adhering to the teachings of the ancient Jedi on how to hold one’s saber may not directly lead one down a path of darkness, it was but the first step down a dark path. To disregard the ancient knowledge with one the practitioner thought easier or more convenient was to elevate one’s self above others. “More practically, you don’t wanna slice off your toes.” She smiled warmly as an end cap to her lesson as she ran her hand over the man’s back in comfort.

     

    They arrived back where the hustle and bustle of the loading area was underway. Always something going on. Leena looked about. “I do not sense Master Sarna ( @Sandy Sarna ). I wonder what could be keeping her?” She shrugged. “As a more practical lesson,” she chuckled, “Go find her and let her know we are ready to depart. Clear your mind of any doubts. Reach out, feel the world about you. See without your eyes, perhaps she has gotten lost. When your mind is empty, like in the katas, you will feel what you need in the world about you, like the stone.” Ceasing her mystic musings, Leena chuckled. “Or you can do what I do as a sage Jedi Master. Ask somebody that might know.”

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  24. Leena stopped walking. She smiled as her new apprentice regurgitated back her own words with his own interpretation. When he spoke about his military career in brief she nodded. Extending her hand as @Basi revealed the weapon, she waited for him to hand it to her. Taking the broken hilt in hand, Leena turned it over looking at it. It was clearly broken; but it would still do.
     

    Stepping back from Basi she spoke as she settled into a solid fighting stance notable from Form I, the blade held ready at her waist. “The Jedi too have an entire culture of combat. The beauty of the blade, the Dulon, regimens, katas, and velocities, all of it. While my study of the way of the blade is limited, I will show you the basics of the first and most ancient forms of lightsaber combat, The Way of the Sarlacc.” Leena began to step her way through the different wild and raw sweeps to the different body zones, explaining them each as she moved, her face serious as she worked her way through the entire basic regiment of Shii-cho. “If your father and mother taught you the ancient ways of combat from your people, I would guess that it has similarities to the basics of many other martial arts, even that of the first Jedi. Sticks evolved into swords and clubs, bladed instruments that continued to evolve within the societies they were a part of until finally the lightsaber was born. Like the ancient sarlacc spawned across ten thousand worlds, the origins of Shii-Cho are shrouded in mystery. What is not are the zones of attack, basic blocks, sweeping blade movements to parry and disarm a multitude of opponents,” Leena slowed as she spun the hilt around to hand it back to Basi. “I’ve patched up enough coffin jockeys in my time to know you each have some weird rituals,” she teased with a glimmer in her eye using the term for TIE pilots. “Every time you’ve gotta climb the ladder left foot first or kiss a picture of your girl before going into combat or surgery. From the simple to complex every one of you has got something. So too is it with the Jedi. I am most at home in the chaos of the infirmary. Others in silent meditation hovering high in the air by none but the will of the force. And still others,” Leena placed a knowing hand on Basi’s shoulder, “practicing the ancient arts of battle, of martial prowess.”

     

    ”I wonder if that may be true of you too Basi.” Leena smiled as she stepped back, gesturing forward. “You try. Work your way through the velocities, focus first on your form. Try to copy what I have shown you. I may not have a saber with me right now, but I will work through it beside you with my bare hands. Let the force guide your movements. Focus on moving, putting all else from your mind. I will be here with you.”

     

    Leena settled into a similar fighting stance, her hands held loose and ready in front of her. She inhaled deeply letting the force wash over him. She let it wash across her heart and soul, inhaling. Exhaling she projected the force in a shimmering aura about she and her apprentice connecting her to him, allowing calming energies to flow between them and the purity of the light to empower them, banishing fatigue and invigorating them with fresh pure energy.

     

    And then, they began. Leena would work alongside Basi until he stopped or they were interrupted.

  25. Leena could feel the warm healing energies as they radiated outward from the glowing crystal. The latticework of the stone transformed the raw force energy into a healing aura they enveloped them all. They rejuvenated her body and mind and she smiled. Her hand shot out just before the stone began to tumblr, catching it in her outstretched webbed hand. She opened her eyes as she tucked the stone back in the cloth bag and tucked it away with a smile, “Do not fret Basi, you did well for your first foray into an entirely new realm. When you are at peace, your mind is calmed and emptied of outside distractions, it is then that the force will come to you; when you allow it to guide your very actions, your very will. It is,” she began to explain as she slowly stood up gesturing for Basi to as well, “why the Jedi of yore placed an age restriction on new members of our order. It is a different world now and many of our order come to us with memories of lives they have left behind. Our memories, especially those we cannot revisit, can tend to haunt us; but still,” she mused as she paused for a moment, “they can have their uses too.” Leena began to walk alongside @Basi. “You were a military man were you not Basi?” She asked, well knowing the answer, emphasis on the word were indicating that her apprentice was going to be leaving that world behind to embrace the way of the Jedi. “The military can teach one many great things that are common to the Jedi,” she turned to look the Togruta over, “or the Sith.”

     

    ”Discipline. Responsibility. Training. Passion. Leave no man behind. Kill or be killed. Righteous fury. The art of war. Combat.” She ticked through a list she had observed in her times amongst the soldiers of the Rebellion. The same blood flowed through each of their veins, a sacred brotherhood. “Some of these will help make you a great Jedi. Some, my apprentice, can give the darkness a path to draw you in. Be aware of it. Watch for it when your emotions surge to the forefront of your mind. Be mindful when you seek to act not on instinct, but on the training you have received in the military. No matter how righteous or right you may feel, base yourself in the truth. Clear your mind. You’re a Jedi now not a soldier. I will expect you to act as such. Ponder these words and when we are on Fallen stick close by Master @Sandy Sarna and myself. See if you can reconcile your past as a military pilot and the Jedi abd where they must be pruned and where they can grow in tandem.” Distancing themselves from wandering ears, Leena continued to walk alongside Basi toward a wooded hillside, the landing pads in sight in the distance. “Tell me of your training, of combat, if you are able. As a fighter pilot did you study the ancient arts of war? Of katas and fighting styles? Martial arts? Of different weapon systems? I do not wish to delve into memories of pain and suffering. If I do, please accept my apologies and know it is not my intent. Those are things we will address as we train. You brought the saber of your guiding angel have you not?”

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