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Solus was deep in the data files when he felt the wave in the Force. Between searching for any mention of the ship that the cultists called home, records of any engineers who may be on planet, or any information on Falleen Royalty, Solus was struck by a stab in the Force. That hint of Korriban that he had so grown accustomed to, so subtle that any expert user would miss it, was suddenly crushed and extinguished. Solus only detected it for two reasons. 

 

One was because he felt that presence first here on Falleen. When the planet was first conquered, Solus, in a previous chassis, was brought here to help with the extinguishment of life.  He had just come from Korriban, and that taste of Korriban so far away from the planet drew the Shard like a moth to a flame. 

 

And the other reason Solus detected it, was because it was his master’s presence. 

 

Solus disconnected from the port and stumbled backwards before crashing and slumping into a wall. Now sitting, Solus was left reeling. He was registering what the extinguishment meant. He was feeling what he needed to feel to comprehend the fact. Solus was stunned. 

 

“Master…what…” Solus stammered. Nothing truly cohesive really came out. The language of sound abandoned the Shard. Only his thoughts, the lines of energy racing in his crystalline body, tried to speak. 

 

The strangest fact of the entire situation to the Shard was that Solus was actually feeling sorrow from the death. For all the times Solus wanted to beat Akheron at his own games, to show him up and prove he was better than the Lord, Solus felt sorrow at the Sith’s passing.  He should’ve been feeling elated at feeling his master’s passing, or perhaps angry that he wasn’t the one to kill Akheron, or even a general disinterest. 

 

But instead he was feeling sadness. 

 

Solus glanced up. He half-expected the Madness to take form. Perhaps take the image of a spider-like monster, or a many eyed blubbering horror, or even the dead form of his master. But instead, Solus was greeted by darkness and the little lights of the data networks. 

 

Solus focused on two of the lights and tried to pretend they were eyes. Beings to speak to him and advise him. Solus tried to force the Madness to create a facsimile of someone to comfort him. Something, anything, to come out and talk to him.

 

But only darkness remained in the room. The Madness was quiet. 

 

Ever since his first ascension, Solus felt isolated and alone. 

 

“It’s cause he was family…” Solus eventually spoke to the silence. “Try as I hated him, he was family. Father Roshan is gone, Mother is nonexistent, and my siblings shutted me out. But he… he took me in didn’t he? Yes, he did… he saw potential and took me in. Made me Bragsanu. Gave me a family. By the Force, I wasn't alone. And now he is gone…”

 

Solus glanced down at the floor and twiddled with a few loose pieces of concrete. 

 

Solus remained silent for a few more minutes and glanced towards the dead Linnorm’s body. He waved a hand towards it, and pulled the small communicator on its belt. With holo transmitter in hand, Solus activated the device to all Linnorm frequencies.

 

“Linnorms who still live…” Solus started, his voice box surprisingly calm, “...the day is lost. Falleen is no longer ours. The Lord has fallen…”

 

Solus gripped the communicator tightly, his emotions starting to rear up inside him. The rage that Imperials took away Akheron from him demanded retribution. The Madness began to gurgle again. It felt the darkness swirling inside the Shard.  It whispered an idea into the Shard's mind.

 

“But that doesn’t mean Falleen is the enemy’s. The Fanged God hungers. Feed him with meat. Abandon your posts and turn on civilians. Grenade the widows’ houses. Stomp the younglings' throats. Abandon your posts and burn the town. Do not go quietly into the night. Scream at the void, and let death be satisfied. This is the Dragon’s command!” 

 

Solus stopped for a moment and then added, “Make the Lord-Captain proud of your demise! Kill everything!”

 

With that, Solus crushed the communicator and tossed it aside. Following this, he took out his lightsaber, and began to pull it apart. Solus then removed the crystal inside and opened his head, placing the small gem next to his very Shard for safe keeping. With his weapon now fully hidden, Solus broke the lightsaber apart into numerous pieces hid them on the dead Linnorm's body. When the Imperial Forces arrived at the Palace, he planned on escaping. And if he had to pretend to be a normal, every day analysis droid, then so be it. He had no idea what he would do after he escaped the planet, but bridge would be crossed later. 

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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.

 

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Having silently played his role throughout the immensely violent and chaotic altercation, the Wookiee remained at the rear of the contingent of Jedi, watching as they had so ferociously permeated through the forces of darkness. New faces, and new names blurred by him reminiscent of walking through a cloud of buzzing flame beetles. Such chaos, and the sudden and complete divergence from his prior way of life left the Tree Carer nearly in a state of stupor, taking in his environment as a shell of his former self.

 

Falleen was a cataclysm. A broken land filled with darkness. Such a wounded landscape was quite reminiscent of the damage he had spent a lifetime repairing on his own homeworld, harkening memories of the decimated lands of his childhood he remembered so reverently. Kerriwarr was struck as he laid a forest-green gaze upon the lands before him, taken aback by the wildness and wanton decimation of such innocent places and people. Such untold destruction would undoubtedly be matched by the labor required to restore it, and yet, it had far from reached its conclusion, for the great toil of Falleen had far from ended. Her scars not yet fully revealed.

"Get her to safety!"

The words snapped through the haze of the Wookiee's glossy disposition as he looked down to the two figures before him. To the Mon Cal from whom the words emanated, Kerriwarr only offered a silent nod. Reaching out and taking the hand of the child, he surveyed the immediate area, his gaze sharpened as the urgency of the situation enveloped his mind, along with the warm light of the coming dawn and the etheral invisible light which emanated from the Jedi around him. The Wookiee, despite being absent any formal instruction in Jedi combat, was indeed a warrior in his own right, and utilized his Wroshyr staff to great effect upon any who attempted to interfere with his aims, casting his foes about with a great ease as he guided the young child away from the fray and to a secure location.

It was from this location that the Wookiee rested, tending what wounds he sustained throughout the incursion. So too did he nurture the child, doing his utmost to soothe the emotions of the little one as he once more looked about the foray of the Jedi into the darkness, a pillar of light thrusting its way through the firmament, into the remaining great vestiges of darkness on the planet. He would remain hidden until further prompted, gazing upon the great battle before him, awestruck by the possibility that he could soon be among the ranks of those bringing peace and prosperity to such an addled world...

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Deep exhaustion clung to her skin like a vac suit. Where on her body there was not a wound, there was the deep ache of strained muscles. The streets were mostly deserted now, dark and filled with stark shadows from the few fires in buildings that had been struck by errant missiles and ammunition from the battle in the north. She took a strengthening breath, letting the force fill her, letting it touch where she was wounded. The long carved lines on her chin, shoulder, and arm glowing with the healing power of the force. 

 

The battle was won. Such as it was. The Sith were defeated again only a week or so since their last great defeat. And when Sandy breathed in again she could feel the presence of many Jedi and their Sov Knight equivalents. And one light presence only a few meters away from where she had paused. An alien but honourable mind and the mind of a scared child. Hiding for protection. She took a few steps and looked into the alleyway where she could see a large wookiee and a wounded child. Not exactly the Wookiee Jedi she had been trying to find, but she smiled best she could despite the blood that still seeped from the deep wound on her face. Her Gala accent only slightly showing itself. Alongside the tattered jedi tunic that she wore. 

 

“Well met stranger, what brings you from the shade of wroshyr to these desolate streets?”

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When the woman left all hell broke loose. From the bar all the way down city blocks did the Clone Troopers find themselves in a fleeing effort away from as much conflict between the Alliance and the Sith Empire, which, evidently were here. That was no secret now, while there was of course the fact that their reconnaissance was now long gone after the trio lost the Cultist they were following. And now Falleen was a warzone that while the Alliance sought to liberate the dark planet inevitably it also meant civilians getting caught in the crossheirs of the frantic battle. At the moment the Clones could only try to help in some manner, they were further away from the more active parts of the skirmishes and trying to make their way to them, but the fleeing citizens in the way did not help matters at all. 

 

Moving into a very short alleyway, the trio would use this moment to catch their breaths and focus on the situation. It was nothing short of chaos and there was no clear goal aside from assisting allied forces... If they didn't shoot the Clones first. Riggs took his helmet off to catch a fresh breath with Thumper snacking him upside the head immediately, "Out your bucket back on, idiot!"

 

"Oi! There's some things fresh oxygen does that a damn filter can't! Where the hell did that creepy lady go?! We were tracking then-!" 

 

"Then she disappeared once chaos and panic set in. Get your helmet back on, Sargeant, we're still on mission." Tilt replies, even he was uncertain as to what to do but even then their goal was reconnaissance. It didn't help that he forgot who assigned them the now pointless mission, just when he thought they got their foot in the door the Imperial Remnant launched an invasion. With a hard sigh, Tilt leaned against the stone structure and tried to come up with a plan, do something somewhat meaningful instead of being fodder. What would Wayforward have done?

 

"First time I've seen you stumped. Want a suggestion?" Thumper asked Tilt as he kept lookout between either ends of the alleyway, "We don't need to go big or go home, Captain, it's clear command had other ideas. Maybe our "reconnaissance" mission may have been a way to get us out of their hair. It's not like back then when we were sent on constant suicide missions, we could simply aid our units, that's just as good as anything..." 

 

Tilt stood straight up, and looking upward he could see the mixture of smoke and energy bolts soar in the sky. Thumper was most likely right, the days of the Grand Republic were all but history, in the end Tilt and crew were nothing more than numbers, bodies, and soldiers, not the bonafide badasses they were and the feats they did that scared even the strongest of steel willed Ark Troopers. Crazy, low survival rates, yet rarely did a Trooper die in the Bad Company... Another thing turned to history. Perhaps going for something more tame like firing support from here on out, finishing careers as old men who proudly served the Galaxy, maybe even spending the next years in ordinary squads and perhaps training a few cadets? Tilt nodded slightly before hoisting his Westar up to his chest, looking to his two men, his mind almost made up. 

 

Just as he was about to speak, Thumper continues with, "Or... Knowing we aren't pansy ass recruits who suck their mommas teet, you want things to be high risk, don't you?" 

 

Tilt's grin grew as unfortunately, Thumper had to say what he was thinking. And to think he was actually about to join ranks with regular soldiers! Not that they didn't do their fair share, what they did on the front lines was brave... But what Tilt was used to was unorthodox even by the Republic standards back in the day. He looked to his sniper and asked, "What you got in mind?" 

 

"Common sense tells me we should ask command, I honestly believe we should still try to help other-" 

 

"Awww c'mon! They're just gonna pull some crap to get us outta the way! We had to beg to even be on Falleen!" Riggs interjects, to which Thumper holds up a hand. 

 

The sniper holds down a button on his tacpad gauntlet which allowed for a signal to the nearest Imperial commander. They had to call up anyways in case things went south as instructed, whether their higher officer liked it or not, "This is CT-1567 of the 153rd Battalion, calling in to command. We're... Well behind enemy fire, so much so we're removed from the battle just East of the city, awaiting further orders as instructed." 

 

"Either they'll be pissed or... They won't care. Hey, what about that temple we seen earlier?" Riggs quietly said to Tilt as the two start to keep watch for unsuspecting visitors. 

 

"Contested. Jedi, Sith, there'll be a massive amount conflict up there... Maybe if we're lucky we'll join 'em, probably get killed too, chances are low, our position here is better than most and we can probably..." Tilt choked down a bit of pride, he never viewed himself above the average soldier, but adding himself to the front lines alongside others felt weird for lack of better words, "Simply join the rest of the soldiers. Let's see what the bosses have to say, yeah?"

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For the most part, sneaking out of the palace was simple. The Linnorms who were still alive were following Solus’ last command, and the Falleen forces were having their hands full dealing with the fires they caused. The Imperial Forces were busy with wounded civilians, rampaging cultists, or getting their own men to safety. And it seemed several Jedi were focused on the central temple. No one had time to notice a small analysis droid walking between the shadows through the streets. 

 

His original plan was to find a ship in the nearby docking bay, but that plan quickly became discarded when Solus realized there was no way a Linnorm ship would escape the planet unharried. His next best option was to find a speeder bike to escape the city and take a ship from elsewhere on the planet. Perhaps a farmer had a shuttle he could steal.

 

However, that plan itself changed when Solus spotted it: a Faleen 578-R space transport. It looked like it was refitted for royal use, and had been utilized for troop transport onto the planet surface once the trench lines were broken. Currently, a pilot and copilot  sat around its side, waiting for further orders as the battle raged further in the city. 

 

Solus made his way towards the two, raising his hands into the air. 

 

“Excuse me gentlemen? Oh excuse me!” Solus called out.

 

The two soldiers looked up, puzzled at first. The copilot stood up and raised a pistol. 

 

“Halt! Identify yourself!”

 

Solus stopped in his tracks and kept his hands up. 

 

“Please don't shoot! My name is S-115, servant of the royal family!” 

 

The captain held his hand up to his partner. “Hold on, I remember hearing this droid. He sent out a distress call earlier. 

 

The copilot lowered his weapon. Solus approached, feigning relief and joy. 

 

“Finally, someone recognized my message! No one ever responded and I was worried that it didn’t go out.”

 

The copilot shrugged. “That’s command for you. They pay attention to what’s going on, and worry about details later”

 

Solus sighed as he stepped forward closer. “Perhaps you could put me in contact with your commander? I have vital information about the Royal Prince, and it must be communicated before it is too late. 

 

The two looked at each other, and shrugged. 

 

“Our commander should be back soon to discuss what we can do with you. If no one responded to you earlier, I doubt they will listen at the moment. You are welcome to wait here though, droid. Safer here than…”

 

Solus stretched himself through the Impossible Geometries towards the Captain. He rushed forward towards the man and fell to his knees, grabbing the man’s sides, making a connection both physically and mentally. As he did, the Madness churned and began to massage the man’s mind. 

 

“Please, I beg of you, let me speak with your superiors! Or maybe the Alliance themselves! If we do not act, the prince will die! Please, please, you must help me!”

 

As Solus' words left his voicebox, the Madness distorted the man’s perception for just a moment. In the Captain’s eye, he did not see a droid, but a small human child, crying for their parent. One that was strikingly similar to his own back on Empress Teta. The image only lasted a moment before the Madness retreated, but the effect was immediate. 

 

“Ok, ok! Calm down, I’ll help you! Just calm down. Frank, get the ship online so we can get a message to command. 

 

The copilot looked at his captain but nodded as the captain repeated his order. Solus silently thanked the fact that Imperial command still relied on the fact that superiors’ orders were almost always followed. Solus thanked the pilot and everyone went inside. 

 

The copilot never made it to the controls. The moment Solus stepped inside the ship, he called upon the force and shoved the man forward, his head hitting the sharp edge of a metal console. Following this, Solus turned to the captain and pulled the man down. The Shard then lodged his scomp link directly into the man’s eye. 

 

“Stupid son of a nerf…” Solus growled as the memories flowed from the man’s brain into Solus’ own. Clearence codes, planet locations, names of loved ones, all of it flowed like a data stream through the Force into Solus' mind 

 

“Maybe your children will grow up smarter. I doubt it though…”

 

About an hour later, Solus dropped the body, believing he had enough to get off world.  The Shard took command of the ship, and drawing on the man’s memories, utilized several codes and tricks to avoid detection and come off as just a simple civillian shuttle.

 

As solus broke hyperspace, he gave one last glance towards Falleen, the burial place of his master. 

 

“May the Fang God find your soul tasty…” 

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It seemed that the fledgling was not as dispossessed of mettle as his first encounter had originally suggested. The squire was confused and scared, but that was the appropriate response to being in proper battle for the first time. Drawing a bead as he advanced confidently, he sent lancing bolts of crimson into the heads of enemy soldiers, flicking his blade to deflect any fire that was on course to hit him.

 

Even as the edges of the enemy formation began to fray, desperation slowed the advance as they began to fire more often and more erratically. Tygo could hold his own against the onslaught, but many of the line soldiers and the squire would be overwhelmed without intervention. The inquisitor holstered his pistol and clutched at the threads of light that fluttered unseen beneath the veil of reality, raveling them around his hand in a circular motion before manifesting them as a blinding light in the palm of his hand, bright enough to cause those that looked upon it to flinch and recoil.

 

Under the blinding aegis of the light, Tygo and his allies advanced to close with the enemy line in melee combat. Tygo made sure to position himself between the squire and any massed enemy fire so that the boy would not get gunned down.

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The Wookiee looked up, his gaze meeting that of the approaching woman as she spoke. His chestnut fur, matted with grime and blood, billowed in the soft breeze of the alleyway as the Tree Carer rose to his full height, towering above the child and, indeed, above the woman that approached.

 

"I have been called for a higher purpose by the Force and by one of your peers. I am told that I am to be trained as a Jedi. I am Kerriwarr, Tree Carer and Sage of the Wroshyr, Keeper of Saava and Speaker of the Syren, at your service."

 

He beckoned the child behind him, holding his staff to his side as he bowed his head. Whilst the woman seemed tepid in her demeanor, it was not lightly that Kerriwarr would abandon his duty. The woman's intentions could be of great difference to the demeanor she presented, and the Wookiee would not be so unwise as to drop his guard at the first sign of peace.

"And who may you be to be amidst such toil?" he asked, the guttural sounds of Shyriiwook filling the side-street, "Are you a Jedi?"

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People were moving all around the space port. Some panicked, others fleeing, while a few were still coming. Kirlocca walked through the streets of the port and watched the chaos unfold. It was not his first time watching such aftermath a battle turns. He could feel Falleen had turned, much like the Sith Lord had felt. The tendrils of the Force ahd changed around, releasing the planet from it's Dark Side tight grip. Death had taken a few, and it was enough to send the rest who remained loyal to the Sith cult fleeing from the planet. Now there was the short clean up work to be done. But not for the Jedi Master. 

 

Kirlocca was on a mission now, to find Sandy. He had not come to the planet to join in with the other Jedi. He had come from the beckoning of the Force, as he was too blind from his own grief over losing Raven. But now that he was in possession of a crystal that held her soul, the fight he had with the grief consumed Sith Lord had changed him. The duel helped him to overcome his own grief and to see why he had never held onto it in the past. His own life was a testament to surrendering his own emotions to the Force. To feel them, then release them. 

 

As he turned a corner, he both felt within the Force the presence of Leena, the Mon Calamari Jedi who was a healer, who might be the perfect one to help release Raven's soul back into the Force. He could feel Sandy, whom he trusted as a friend and fellow Jedi. But upon feeling those two familiar presences within the Force, he could hear the sound and words of Shyriiwook, to which he knew he wasn't crazy enough to be hearing his own thoughts like that. No... there was another Wookiee in the area. His eyes quickly darted the street to see what he would spot first. One of his fellow Jedi or the Wookiee he could clearly hear speaking...

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There was a peace in the words he spoke, a lasting calm that could only have come from many years of meditation that shone through the more guttural language of his species. And when he spoke of his titles she smiled in return though the gesture browns some deel of fresh blood seeping from the deep cut along her chin. A mark made by the fury of defeated darkside. 

 

“Well met friend, I am Sandy Sarna, Jedi Master of Gala.” A backwater world that had once housed an entire division of the Jedi Order, a decade before the Sith had destroyed everything and everyone she had grown up with. It was now a ruin, with only skeletons and ruined machinery to mark what had once been the pinnacle of the reforged order. An order of which only her and Kirlocca, the presence she felt now very close, remained. 

 

On a second's reflection perhaps it was odd for her to be a Jedi Master. And though she did not carry the awkwardness she had felt several years before on the title, she had never desired the appointment, and her youth did not do her any favours. But still, she smiled and gave him a half bow. 

 

 “Thank you for taking care of this child, you do us honour with your presence.” She reached out with the force and touched Kirlocca’s mind. Feeling his exhaustion and inviting him to approach and take a moment’s respite. She herself took the moment to lean against the wall of the alley, breathing deeply as the force worked on her exhausted muscles.

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The Wookiee bowed his head once more in recognition of her seniority and position, the numerous beads affixed within the great many braids he sported clacking together like pebbles rolling down a hill. He was relieved that she was not a threat, and his body language reflected that as he relaxed, his shoulders falling from their somewhat scrunched position and his hackles settling as he lowered his guard.

"It has been my honor and privilege to aid in our mission, Master Sarna. I am pleased to meet you as well."

He looked about the rubble around them, surveying it in short order before he set to work. Settling his staff against a nearby wall, he reached down with his fur-covered hands, and with herculean strength lifted a massive chunk of the rubble, rotating it and affixing it so that its smooth side faced upward - a suitable seat for the ailing Master. He found two others - for him and the child - and set those up as well in short order. Taking a seat, and guiding the child to do so as well, procuring a small woven blanket from the leather satchel he wore at his side and draping it over her miniscule frame. He gestured to the third as his gaze met Sandy's once more.

"Please, come rest, and allow me to examine your wounds."

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Blood. We need blood. Demand Blood

 

  One of the remaining priests seized one of the young women they had tied to the altar and ran his wicked knife across her glistening emerald coloured throat. Blood arced from severed arteries and coated the altar with a bright misting of crimson. It caught the light of the jedi in a dull reflection, and though other priests added their sacrifices to the altar of the fanged God the room trembled. 

 

It had been too soon. This ancient malice had not been fully awoken, it had not been fed enough to have the strength to overcome the Grandmaster of the Jedi Order. A waste of blood and a waste of countless lives. The presence seemed to manifest in the blood for a moment, a towering creature of malice. A nightmare from another age. Reaching to the vaulted ceiling with arms that dripped and splattered. 

 

Consume us. The Priests chanted but their voices were failing. 

 

And the presence pulled upon the ceiling. Perhaps in frustration, perhaps in spite. To bring the great temple down upon the priests, unkilled sacrifices, and whatever Jedi might have wanted to step foot into his wicked domain. 

 

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The hail of gunfire pelted the few that had survived the vanguard's push, catching any who couldn't find cover in a lethal barrage. The bolts hammered against his shield, leaving ripples in the energy lattice like rain hitting a pond. Unlike such an event though, these felt like hammer blows against his arm, threatening to unbalance him and send him to the ground by their velocity alone. His head was down, and he was braced in the mud as he tried to survive the hail of bolts. He felt something heavy press against his shoulder, and raised his head just in time to see Adrienne using his position to return fire, the bark of her blaster deafening the sounds of battle.

 

This is where he'd die. Feet away from relative safety, caught on a battlefield on the furthest reaches of the galaxy. And for what? To liberate a planet from an enemy that was supposed to be defeated already? 

 

And then, in an instant, hope returned. A barrier erupted from the air in front of him, absorbing the blaster fire and offering him a precious reprieve. Lord Raphanel Contispex had joined the fight, and possibly saved Piotr's life. On his left, Tygo moved gracefully forward, a brilliant white light erupting from his hands. The power of the Force. Two people were able to completely turn the momentum of battle. An impenetrable wall of light. He understood why people rallied to them now, why entire armies would rally to the banners of Knights and Jedi.

 

He felt himself carried forward, though whether it was cowardice or inspiration that moved his legs he couldn't tell. He supposed it didn't really matter. The few feet that had seemed like an insurmountable field before seemed like barely a road bump with the aid of the Knights. In seconds, he was over the lip and in the trench. For a moment, he was safe, he could catch his breath.

 

It didn't last long.

 

Someone rushed him. Their eyes glowed red, their body driven by some dark force. He barely caught a glance of her before she was upon him, wielding her blaster like a club. It collided against his helmet, and he smelled iron as he collided against the muddy wall of the trench. His weapon dropped to his feet, and it was only his instinctual raising of his shield that prevented a second blow from connecting with his head. It hit the shield with a power that belied the young woman's frame, and as she raised her weapon for another blow, he pushed off the wall, driving his shoulder into her. She lost her footing in the mud, slipping backwards as he pushed against her. She hit the ground, her neck colliding with a box. Even with the sounds of war drowning out everything, he could have sworn he heard a wet pop as her neck broke. The eerie light faded from her eyes, and he couldn't look away. They were the same color as his younger sister, little Emilia's.

 

The fighting around him was already moving on- the defenders' morale was low already, and with an elite force bearing down in close combat, the first line melted away like conscripts. And even though he had survived this attack, he was frozen, his eyes glued to those of the dead girl who sat mere feet away from him,

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Kirlocca felt Sandy's touch through the Force and followed the currents it presented to where he could now clearly see her. She was with another Wookiee, which meant his ears did not deceive him when he heard the language of his people spoken. Too many had withdrawn over the years due to the rampant attacks upon the his homeworld. Those that did travel tended to remain closer to the Core or the Outer Rim. As he neared, he noticed that there was a small child with them. And to add confusion to what he was feeling, he could also tell that the Wookiee was also a Force User. 

 

As he slowly walked up to the group, he took notice of how much larger the other Wookiee was. Granted, he was on the smaller side, the other stood almost a good foot over him and out weighed him by a lot. He quickly blamed it on his old age and extended the lightsaber hilt that Sandy gave him back to her, yet never taking his own eyes off of the other Wookiee before him. 

 

<< I must thank you Sandy, it came in handy. Helped me rescue myself, along with Raven's soul... >> 

 

He paused as he looked over the entire situation. He was still beyond flabbergasted to even see another Wookiee who also wielded the Force. He didn't know why. Gantroiss was one who came before him, so it wasn't like it was something new. He did finally break his eyes away from the fellow Wookiee and looked down at Sandy. 

 

<< You're cut. >> 

 

The acknowledgement of her injuries was one that others might find ironic, since he himself was still bleeding from many scars of his own duel. But for him, he just simply did not remember that he was even bleeding or cut. The adrenaline had fully kicked in and had yet to die down since his duel. 

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Sandy smiled as widely as the bleeding cut would allow her, sitting gingerly upon the flat piece of rubble and letting her back relax against the ruins of the wall. She took a steadying breath and let the force ease the pain that was coursing from her arm, shoulder, and face. She looked up for a moment to catch the eye of Kirlocca as he rounded the corner and her heart was glad to see him. They had both fought a bitter battle against the Lords of the Sith and from a look at him he was just as beat up as she felt. But the words he spoke made her feel like the likely concussion she had carried from the blow of Trodais had really rattled her brain. 

 

He carried Raven’s soul? That meant she had been killed by the Sith arts that had only been whispered about in the temples of her youth. A horrid thing to do to someone, a pure evil that was expected from the Sith that had ruled this planet. 

 

She held out hands that still trembled. Taking the lightsaber that she had loaned him with her right hand, leaving the other arm up for Kerriwar’s inspection. She could tell that the blade of the Sith had cut deep into her arm, into bone itself. As her hand grasped the lightsaber hilt her eyes widened in a moment of shock. And she looked back to the Jedi Master, puzzlement on her freckled face. 

 

“I do not sense death on this saber. You can smell it on my hands, they buried the master of this world and are covered in his death. We have both been much battered in this fight.” 

 

It had been an unavoidable death. A neccessary one. Her eyes looked over his wounds as she spoke. They were not words of criticism but surprise. It was not likely that the Sith Lord had given up his prize of the empress without one hell of a fight. She smiled again, surrounded as she was by the two massive Wookiees would have in any other instance been intimidating, but Sandy felt their presence a comfort after the hellscape that had been the last hour. 

 

“Kerriwar here was just looking to my wounds , though I feel like I must introduce you teo. Kirlocca this is Kerriwar the Tree keeper, and Kerriwar this is Master Kirlocca, of whom you may have heard quite a lot. He is a member of our Jedi Council and a great friend of mine.” 

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Kerriwarr stands once more as he notices the aged Wookiee round the corner, meeting eyes with the Master who sat across from him and swapping words. Upon Sandy's introduction, Kerriwarr bowed his head in respect and admiration. Indeed, he had heard of the famed Councilor of his people, and was pleased to finally meet the prestigious figure.

"Songs are sung through our trees of your brilliance and prestige, Master Kirlocca. It is an honor and privilege to meet one so esteemed by our people."

Finding his seat once more, he examined Sandy's wound, an incredibly deep laceration on her arm, and certainly one that would take a great deal of time to heal unaided, and likely cause some form of long-term issue if not otherwise resolved. Kerriwarr reached into the leather satchel at his side, withdrawing from it a small jar filled with a mint green paste which seemed almost to glow even in the light of the day. Kerriwarr opened the jar, withdrawing a good deal of it upon a massive razor-sharp claw extending from his right hand, using it like a knife to spread butter on the sides of the incision as he spoke to the Jedi Master.

 

"This is a healing poultice derived from the roots of the Saava plant. It will bring you peace and comfort as I begin the healing process."

 

Retracting his claw and using his finger to dab at the poultice, ensuring its complete and total coverage throughout the wound, he placed a hand over the laceration, laying his palm above its deepest portion as he closed his eyes. The cream produced a slight numbing sensation, and ever moreso, a feeling of deep peace and contentment in the Human Master, allowing her to find ever more comfort in her respite from the toil of the day. Kerriwarr waited a long moment before beginning, breathing deeply and centering his consciousness as he prepared for the task at hand. A deep, rumbling growl emanated from the Wookiee as he began to chant softly - as softly as a Wookiee could, anyhow - the words a foreign tongue to the Human, and perhaps even to Kirlocca, seeming to resemble Shyriiwook, but only loosely, harkening a feeling of something far more ancient than the modern trading dialect used by the Wookiees. As the Tree Carer chanted, his form began to pulsate in the Force, one's mind's eye certainly capable of bearing witness to the great and luminous power flowing through him as he channeled its energy into the Jedi Master, utilizing it to stimulate the growth and repair of the damaged tissue. The wound, at a rather rapid rate, found its way shut, and the paste dissolved, the only trace of the wound being the lingering feeling created by the Tree Carer's poultice.

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Before Keenava loped up the staircase of the blackened temple to Leena’s side, she took a deep breath. She felt tingling sparks at the tips of her toes and fingers. Shaking her wrists, she could feel a slight drag in her forearm. Her legs were relatively pliant, but she could tell they would be sore in the morning. The surface of her fingers glossed gently over the metallic hilt attached to her hip, checking to see if it was still there. Then, with a bend from side to side—which elicited a creaking sound from her jumpsuit—Keenava crossed the distance to Leena’s side.

 

She could feel the bright energy pouring from the Mon Cal as she surged her purifying energies into the temple. But a rumble and crunch from further in alerted Keenava to something dangerous that was about to happen. The Twi’lek dipped her hand into the soothing river of force energy around her, something she found a lot easier this time, and quieted her frantic mind to cobble together a plan.

 

She’d only just learned to touch the force this way, unfortunately, so her options were limited. The stones would be too much to hold before they could crash. Keenava could not guarantee anyone's safety if she tried to hold the stones up for any amount of time. And she knew that force-speed was an effective alternative, but the technique didn’t dilate time, and any advantage she had would decrease with every additional body. There had to be a way to keep the stones from crashing down. Could we get them to crash outward? Maybe. But there were risks. There were always risks.

 

Keenava drew on the grandmaster’s strength as she stood beside her and thrust both of her hands outward at a forty-five-degree angle toward the ceiling. She rooted herself to the ground and did whatever she could to imagine projecting the temple ceiling up and away instead of letting it fall down on the Jedi or the cultists and sacrifices within. She harmonized with the energy around her, feeling allies and comrades as they all worked toward a common goal. And though she wasn’t sure it would work, she knew they had to do something or they would all be crushed.

 

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Kirlocca offered up a smile at Sandy's words over the blade and death. While there may have been words worth noting or even speaking comfort, he decided against it. His smile was enough to let her know that he valued her and her actions. Turning towards the other Wookiee upon Sandy introducing Kerriwarr, he offered up a slight head bow in return to his fellow Wookiee. Although the words spoken over him seemed too lavished for someone of his position. And yet again, words he could respond with felt somewhat hollow, he pushed them aside for the moment. In many cases, Kirlocca had found that words were not always as useful as one might assume. Actions always spoke much louder regardless of words. 

 

The Jedi Master instead choose to focus and observe Kerriwarr in his healing process. He had the chance over the years to watch many Jedi Healers perform and do some great work within the Force. Skye Organa was the first to come to mind in this instance. But what he watched from his fellow Wookiee was something different than what he had ever seen before. Words spoken felt familiar as if he should know them, yet he did not. He wondered for a moment if Kerriwarr had studied ancient Shyriiwook and learned Xaczik. Granted, even then some of the words were not very familiar to him if that was also the case. As Kerriwarr finished, he leaned in and looked over Sandy's wounds that were very much on the mend. 

 

<< Very impressive Kerriwarr. Where did you learn such skills? >>

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Sandy returned the smile with one of her own if slightly lopsided smile from the cut on her face. There would need to be an extensive conversation, likely with the whole council about this crystal that Kirlocca now possessed. It brought with it a thousand questions of which she was not quite prepared to think about. Bringing Raven back would cause an immediate divide in the current galactic government, a divide that could only lead to needless death. But she could sense Raven,and though she had never held a long conversation with the ‘empress’ she did not think she was some evil force like some of the old Jedi council had. But this was Kirlocca’s decision, it was his prize, and his love. And who was she to deny life? 

 

A numbness in her arm seized her from her thoughts and she looked down at her arm with surprise. The poltice mixed with the chants of the Wookiee was fascinating. The peace that rolled off of him even moreso. Untrained force healing. A blessing from nature and from the forest world itself. He was tapping into an ancient form of naturalism and Sandy could not help but keep a smile plastered across her bloody face. She looked up to Kirlocca then back at Kerriwarr 

 

“Amazing, thank you Kerriwarr, is this something you learned amongst the Tree Carers?”

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The Wookiee, having concluded the process of healing the wound, seemed to look up with an expression more sunken than before, showing some signs of fatigue as he looked to the Masters before him. It was evident that while he was gifted in his ability, he had faced little demand to build endurance in the process of conducting such rites. He bowed his head once more to them both as they asked their questions, folding his arms before him in his cloak as he looked to the ground before him in reverence to their compliments. He was delighted by their curiosity, and began to explain in kind as he had to many Wookiees throughout his years as a Tree Carer.

"It is a ritual taught to me by an one of our most esteemed Carers, and not one common to any of our people, even among the ranks of the Tree Carers. I have been among the few of our kind to be gifted with the necessary abilities to carry out such rituals in recent generations, and as such, have been blessed with knowledge of these sacred rites and the obligation to, eventually, pass them along to those who shall come after me."

He reached back into his bag, looking inside the satchel and rummaging through it until withdrawing a simple leather drawstring pouch, opening it and sliding one of its contents into his palm - a round, flaxen berry. He offered it to Sandy, speaking once more,

"This is the grape of a Kshyy vine. It will aid you in preventing infection, and perhaps grant you a small amount of energy," he said before looking to Kirlocca, though still speaking more generally, "I am happy to help and be of service to you, Masters."

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The force was filled with a sense of despair and fright. Without commanders and without further direction or battlemeld, the Sith aligned forces were now nearly on the edge of route. The Knights and their soldiers had punched a salient into the lines of defence around the capital city, while the Jedi Knights took out their command and control. An effective if entirely accidental result which had led to where they were now. Sith combat units had landed in system directly after the Knights had arrived and had been swiftly engaged and killed by the Jedi Order. An impressive feat which had revealed far more information than the Sith likely wanted to let the Sovereign Alliance know. They had not died at Nar Shaddaa, and their ships that brought them here were to be found and the hyperdrives analysed. 

 

He held up his sabre again and glanced over to Tygo who had held forth a brilliant flash of light to protect young Caridian Heir. The dour young man of Noctural was proving himself more than useful every day. Adrienne was doing well with her rifle, but they were still outnumbered. A brief counterattack that used the last of the Sith strength that was quickly beaten back, but young Malczewski was down. Raphanel took a breath and directed a blast of the force towards the remaining Sith soldiers, flattening them and allowing his men to finish them off with quick blaster bolts. 

 

An application of the force and he lept to where the young man was. Frozen, staring at a young casualty. A death at his hands. The first in close combat, and one he would likely never forget. 

 

“Tygo, roll up the rest of the line.” He shouted, “I’ll cover the boy.” The battle was won, and it would be finished by the competent Falcon, it was time to look to their own. 

 

Stepping close he shut off his saber and snapped it to his belt as he unclasped his cloak and threw it over the young woman’s body. Its rich folds of grey covering her soft features from his view. Adrienne took one arm and Raphanel the other and they lightly pushed him to sit and lean against the side of the trench. 

 

“Strength lad, you freed her from the pain and evil that had possessed her. Feel no shame in such a thing.”

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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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A pulse, a blast, and a wave; each breath, each step, each ache, and each tinge of nausea mingled into one delirious moment. When the rite was done and the wave of cleansing dawn rushed from Leena’s body, exhaustion finally took Keenava, bringing her to the ground. It wasn’t gentle, but she managed to avoid serious damage by carefully aiming her body at a stretch of flat stone. When she made contact with the cold, dusty brick beneath her, she coughed, and her vision dimmed. Her head began to bob bit by bit, and she slowly lost focus as Leena's form faded away. Silence followed. The dust motes clinging to the surface of her eyes were a distant memory.

 

A deep velvet black took her, a black interrupted only by two yellow wolfish eyes. A shadowy form moved in the black, though its movements were nigh imperceptible.

 

Keenava sat opposite the ethereal form, with her alter, Lallu, sitting beside her. Lallu, an alter that had come to represent every other alter before, was formed from distinct traumas and trauma bonds that Keenava had formed throughout her life.

 

Lallu inhaled sharply, anxiety writ across her face. And Keenava followed suit, though she was not anxious.

 

You’ve failed. You’ve—

 

Keenava’s hand shot up within seconds of the shadow’s speech. Cold fury oozed from the malicious gaze that he leveled at her, but he remained silent.

 

No. No more lies. No more duplicity. From the moment I met you, you’ve lured and baited me. I was desperate—a traumatized plea away from doing exactly what you told me to do without question. You once asked me, Who are you? What do you want? Then you proceeded to answer for me. You said I didn’t have the answers and that you could show me how to find them. You inserted yourself as some kind of savior in my hopeless need for something beyond the limited scope of my understanding. And though you narcissistically pushed me toward the very same path you were warding me from, you were right about one thing. Who I am is something only I can discover. You dangled certainty beyond my grasp like a cruel miser, hoarding peace because you saw little use in it. What is peace when you’re a Sith? Why is peace important when strength is all you see?

You said you could lead me to the freedom my heart craves and then imprisoned me, heart and soul, within the bosom of a world that shackled all who sought it. The Sith Code was and is a fragile lie, made to tether those to its misguided promise. Twisting nature to fit your whim only creates narcissistic bonds and twists the fabric of who you are to reflect your own misdeeds. I’ve committed patricide, homicide, arson, and any number of other hideous crimes in your name and in others. But none of it did anything except leave a gaping hole.

 

Will you let me—

 

No. You’ve had years to speak—almost a decade! You will let me speak, and then you will leave.

 

Keenava cleared her throat and held Lallu’s hand. Lallu swallowed slightly, but her voice replaced Keenava’s.


I told you that you were my friend. You were my savior. You were my lover. You were my desperation, my devotion, my love, my obsession, and everything I could have ever dreamed of.

 

Lallu was almost on the brink of tears, but she didn’t move or hesitate.

 

You were the only man I could ever trust. You were the only man, woman, or being that had ever shown me anything close to kindness, outside of my mother and my sister. And yet you constantly pushed me away. I ached for you. I yearned for you. And maybe that chased you further away. But I didn’t know. I didn’t know until now.

 

Love is a power, but it’s also a weakness. The vulnerability I showed to you opened me up to all sorts of repercussions and to so many feelings that I hadn’t felt in a long time. But, unlike the monsters of my past, you never took me. Every time I followed you, obsession writ across every feature, you never physically used or abused me. Not once. And for that, I am very thankful. But I didn’t realize your torture was ever more malicious. Your words cut so deep that I couldn’t find who I was beneath your lie. I used to think you were the most extraordinary man I had ever met. But now I know.

 

Lallu looked at Keenava with a feeling of deep sorrow in her ruby eyes. Keenava nodded and grasped her hand a little harder.

 

The shadowy form attempted to speak once more, but this was Keenava’s mind. Furion would have the power she let him have. If she let him have any at all. After a moment of letting her tears fall in silence, Lallu continued.


Your response was: How can you expect me to love you more than myself? I was devastated. Not a second went by that I didn’t play that moment in my head again and again, hoping for another outcome. But it never came. That fantasy that I held onto for so long was so much dust in the wind and would never coalesce into the picture I wanted it to be. But the tumor of pain, loss, and obsession you fostered through the darkness took root. I couldn’t ignore the searing reminder every time I touched the force. Every time I tried to take anything for myself, you were there. Because the dark side is pain. The dark side is shame. The dark side is regret.

 

Only when I was freed from that agony could I see any hope of redemption. Maybe you did me a favor by rejecting me, allowing me to see beyond you. But you don't deserve to be recognized for incidental victories.  And while my feelings for you may never truly be gone, I can say with certainty that you have no power over me anymore. 

 

Lallu’s face was thick with tears, but her eyes were cold. Keenava nodded with a warm smile, continuing to grasp her alter’s hand.

 

A beat passed, and the three of them sat in silence before Keenava and Lallu fused. A wreath of light passed over their forms as they joined, and Keenava almost started crying as the residual feelings poured into her. But she maintained her composure.

 

The Furion form stirred, still fighting against his muzzle.

 

I have another chancea real chance. I get to choose my destiny and who I want to be. I hope you are okay wherever you end up, but I have no further thoughts for you.

 

With a wave of her hand, the Furion specter disappeared into the black. A memory of her and Si Si playing together as kids replaced him. Keenava looked on, deepening her warm smile and let herself glide gently into sleep.

 

 

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Kirlocca was truly amazed at the healing that he got to witness from a fellow Wookiee. He'd never thought he'd live to see such a thing. To even know that the ancient and revered Tree Carers were still very much involved in their craft was a small relief to him, as his home planet has been the target of so many attacks over the past two decades or even longer meant that there was always hope. Always would be. To release such wounds and pains gave him even more comfort in knowing that he made the right decision in letting Raven's killer free. Peace could still be made out of the chaos. 

 

Letting a breath out that he was unaware he was holding in, he felt Leena through the Force. She was beginning to heal the planet they were on. He found it even more comforting to know that there were such great Jedi healers and many still found it worth specializing in. He wouldn't lie, he thought when Skye disappeared from the galaxy that the craft would die out, leaving room for more pain and sadness. Yet, the Force always wills it's own path and direction upon the galaxy, to which he was very grateful for. 

 

His own comlink went off, as Leena spoke about what she was doing, and what she wanted the other Jedi to do in joining with her. Letting himself fall into a more natural state, he closed his own eyes and reached out into the Force, pouring himself into it, allowing for his own light to radiate more strongly within the Force and pushing against the Dark Side energy that remained upon the planet. The cold and icy tendrils of the darkness that remained would soon be drowned by the collective lightside that was now beginning to grow. 

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Sandy reached out and picked up the berry from the palm of the Tree Carer. It was large and a distinct grey yellow, but she did not hesitate to place it in her mouth and its taste was refreshing. She smiled and looked back at the two wookiees. She had something decidedly clever to say, but it was lost with the crackle of Kirlocca’s comm link. She leaned back against the wall and let her eyes flutter closed. Her voice was soft as she spoke to Kerriwarr, she wanted to learn more about him and his people, but for now there was something she needed to do. 

 

“The Grandmaster calls for our aid to banish this darkness. Though I do not wish to ask you for more of your help, if you can but observe us both, there may be much to learn.” 

 

The silent offer was there, if he wished he could delve further into the force as he knew it, or sit and observe the two Jedi Masters, such as they were after their fight, and attempt to aid the grandmaster from afar. Her voice was hoarse and barely above a whisper as she spoke. 

 

“First we must find our centre amongst the turbulence.” 

 

Death, destruction, violence. All of it sang out in the force in a horrendous cacophony of sound and feeling. The Darkside spoke through such violence, and she could sense its familiar voice amongst the whirlwind of the planet. It spoke through the actions of many sentients on this planet, though it spoke mainly temple and the fountains of blood that had been spilled upon its alters. It would take many years she knew before the last vestiges of that darkness were washed away. But that was a mission for another time, and she breathed in a breath of fresh air. Darkness would not hold to her, she had confronted it many years before, and joy, love, and peace would displace the malevolence that clung to this planet. 

 

“Find your cornerstone.” 

 

Those long nights now turned to day. She found her assurance. She found the source of her joy, that justice that would be poured out on this world like perfume from a bottle. 

 

“And push back against the dark” 

 

Like wax would shrivel and melt before a wall of flame, so would the creatures of darkness. She had buried their leader, and this world would be free. She could feel the bright hot presence of Kirlocca and Kerriwarr, of Leena her friend, and the new bright light of dear Keenava. Also shone forth the bright presences of the Sovereign Knights, and beside them her old and dear friend Kyrie Eleison. Her presence brushed against theirs and together she knew that they would overcome the darkness that infested this place.

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The Wookiee bowed his head deeply as she took the berry to her mouth. He could tell from her reaction its effects functioned as he intended. Almost simultaneously, he too heard the crackle of the commlink of the fellow Wookiee and the voice which emanated from it. He listened with keen interest, and as Sandy gave him directions, he bowed his head, capitulating as he withdrew to a meditative state of mind once more, his presence in the Force reflecting such as he began to - not entirely deliberately - flourish in its etheral light. Despite his eyes being closed, his observation could not have been more keen as he peered into their very spectral forms, watching as they poured their essence into the planet. His recognition of the words of the woman were not physically manifested, yet they were heeded nonetheless as he steeped deeper into meditation with her guidance and stewardship.


It would undoubtedly seem evident that this, too, was something the Wookiee was somewhat proficient in, even if on a more primal, unrefined level than compared to the Jedi Masters before him. He began another rumbling chant in the ancient and mysterious tongue of the People of the Trees, singing to the grace of the Mother of Life and to the Seeds of Peace as his energy germinated, sprouting and swelling like the climbing branches of a great Wroshyr tree. In this midst of his ritual, the Wookiee attempted to heed the advice of the Master before him, implementing it in due turn as he cast his mind to a place of serenity. The cliffs of Mak'shyyr came to mind. A picturesque grove dominated by a wall of ivy-covered stone, with tranquil lapping falls and fragrant Orga flowers dominating the lapping waters of the pond at their bottom. It seemed only correct to think of such a beautiful locale by which to find his center, and guide the power needed to find the beauty of such a shattered, broken world.

With the guidance of Master Sarna and the strength afforded to him through the use of his people's incantations, this ethereal tree began to sprout roots into the very earth below. Kerriwarr fostered his own connections as his presence swelled, linking with such esteemed presences upon the otherwise desolate world as their minds melded to one, coagulant force, blossoming into the very essence of the planet itself and purging it of its darkness. The roots of the Wookiee, seeping into the very presence of the planet, wound through its energies, finding its natural sources of light and illuminating them, like the drooping flowers of the Shi-Shok tree finally blossoming after a long and harsh winter, the Wookiee was the bearer of a warm spring light upon these unblossomed flowers, bringing forth the serenity of a new age of life and fragrance to the world - the Wookiee did not heal the planet, he gave way for the planet to begin to heal itself.

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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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It felt like a thousand pounds of weight had lifted from her shoulders. Almost as if the next breath of air that she took was in the meadows of Gala that she had spent so many youthful springtimes in. She could almost smell the distant tiny blue flowers. Feel the warmth of the sun on her face as the rays dried the tears of winter. The darkness was fading and all around them the world rejoiced. Even in the ruins of the capital, amongst the burning and the rubble and the death, there was peace. 

 

But she was tired. Exhaustion from the last many hours was now flooding back into her system that had been relatively restored from her use of the force and the Tree Carer’s help. She leaned heavily against the wall for a moment then took another breath before pushing herself to her feet. She swayed for a moment then steadied herself and looked at her two companions. 

 

“There is much to be done and a galaxy that needs more healing than I can possibly imagine.”

 

 She made a half grin then friend at the pain from her cut face. She looked to Kerriwarr. Her voice recovering a bit of its cheery tones.

 

“It would do me much honour to have you by my side in this if you would come with me.”

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At the words of the woman, the Wookiee bowed his head once more. He acknowledged the responsibility that they now undertook. As caretakers and stewards of a galaxy long broken, it was their responsibility now to foster the growth and health of the world as the galaxy tended its wounds.

He stood, bowing low to Master Kirlocca, speaking to him as he walked to join Sandy,

"It was an honor to meet you, Master. I look forward to learning from you in the coming times. May the Force be with you."


He then turned to Sandy, looking down to her as his mind raced. An opportunity was afoot. An opportunity to put his skills to good use throughout the galaxy, creating a meaningful and profound impact and acquiring no short order of knowledge from an esteemed Master to boot.
 

"It would be an honor to join you, Master Sarna."

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Tygo heeded the Lord Commander's orders and sent a short range burst to the Bekenden, a number of whom rapid repelled from their perches to further encircle the trench line. With calm precision the prince and his Haulanz pressed along the enemy emplacement, coldly dispatching the remaining opposition. Resistance wilted as they swept through the fortifications and tunnels, ever tightening the noose. The Bekenden were trained as urban hunters, and the trenches and bunkers translated easily to the narrow alleyways and enclosed spaces that they were used to fighting in.

 

The Bekenden were soldiers of grim aspect, monsters that outlived the tyranny of their masters, but they were now sworn to the light all the same as Edsbryder itself. They were living proof of a way back from the darkness, which made the situation on Falleen all the more irksome. The soldiers they were fighting were victims of Sith indoctrination, who until the arrival of the Sith had led normal lives. When treating the Sith blight upon the galaxy, sometimes amputation was necessary, but Tygo had never fallen in love with the image of blindly destructive hero. This was why he was so dedicated to the destruction of cults, every false prophet and dark priestess that he slew would preserve the light for countless lives. They would save as many as they could, but for these poor fools, there was nothing left for them but the firm cut of justice's blade.

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