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Leena knelt, cradling the shaking child against her chest. She looked at the others with a solemn nod of understanding and assurance. It was over, for now. The cancer still lingered and would need carved away. Not today though. Today had enough. Today they had beaten the darkness back. ———————————— Back at the Temple, Leena moved from bed to bed aiding the assortment of healers and medics who were giving their time to helping nurse the residents of the world back to health. The darkness had taken a toll and many children were left orphaned by the darkness. Had the Republic still existed, they would have stepped in to help ensure that those who had lost everything were given a fighting chance, every t to get back on their feet and their lives moving in a positive direction. As it was, such tasks fell to the goodness of volunteers the galaxy over, some by their time and skills, others through their credit accounts funneled through countless donors and fronts to pay for the aid that could not be acquired freely. As she worked, Leena heard snippets about the ongoing chaos amongst the cosmos. More so, she felt it in her heart. It was like a subtle constant ache that pulsed with the flow of pain and life throughout the galaxy. The Living Force was strong here and it flowed freely in the healer’s heart. She knew she had to help. After seeing that her apprentice had safe transit back to the Jedi Temple, Leena joined a group of rebel sympathizers and departed into the stars to lend aid where it was needed most.

The archeologist let his eyes focus off the Jedi’s emerald eyes and onto some of the well worn brickwork behind her. There had once been heavy rain here, but the eons had not been kind on the old stones. Most of the archeology could not be discerned from the rough and broken mountains that jutted from the underbrush. But this was an old world, and time was not a kind mistress to archeological sites. “We were investigating some claims from the Galactic Alliance Archives that the world had been largely unexplored, human history untouched for ten millenia. It seems after we arrived and began our dig that the star began its final dance through the heavens. It was unexpected for sure Mistress, but not an impossibility. Many of the stars in the deep core are quite old.” He grimaced and gestured to the long containers filled with priceless artifacts. “Will the journey be turbulent? I would hate that we loose anything!”

Hunger purveyed the planet, filtering and spreading in the crimson light of the dying star. In every shadow there was a relief from this starvation, but in those shadows Pride stood like an alabaster statue, a memorial to the planet that once carried its will to the heavens. In every battered brick of Mithras those two emotions fought a war that had persisted for eons. This was an old world, one of the planets Humanity had called home when the galaxy was young. And it carried their spiritual war still within its very soil. It was a glad thing that almost all of the archaeologists were insensitive to the force, or they would have long ago followed the desires of the passions. “Master Jedi.” The lead archaeologist bowed low, the twin tails of his Lekku nearly touching the ancient bricks of his excavation. “I praise the force that you have come, we are in desperate straights here.” He held up a flimsiplast map. “We have two other active dig sites, one at Corum Deo and the other at the Vault of Eternity.” He looked again at the Anzati and shivered as the light wavered above them. “How can we best begin, we have a hundred souls here and our collections, a hundred at Corum Deo, and half that at the vault.”