The Force Eternal (Chapter Five)

While all those present were clearly shocked at this latest turn, few could believe the true identity of Darth Belian’s attacker. All knew of Darth Vassoran and of his quest to return the Sith to glory. They also all knew that his powerful Star Destroyer and his fleet had fallen at Sirla almost ten years in the past. Out of that defeat had arisen the Sith Triumvirate – Darth Belian, Darth Rahn and, at first, Darth J’Brar, later replaced by Darth Masterna. Now, here was his ghost exacting some punishment on the Sith at their greatest moment.

“No, I am no ghost,” said the dark voice rising from within Darth Vassoran. He stood his full eight feet length and, in the process, lifted the still-breathing Darth Belian off his feet. He continued to gasp for air, his lungs filling with blood. “I have returned at this, our greatest moment, to fulfill my revenge on those who betrayed me – who have betrayed the Sith!”

The Sith Army shifted, unsure of what to make of this. Darth Vassoran turned his head and explained. “Ten years ago, at Sirla, we were attacked from outside and in by both the Jedi and our own. Had this traitor and his accomplices stood at our side, the galaxy would now be ours! As it is, they have wasted valuable time and precious resources. You!” pointing one black-clad finger to them, “have suffered for nothing more than their weaknesses.” Turning towards the other two Sith Lords, he gave a hard look. “Darth Rahn, choose now. Die with your accomplice or swear eternal allegiance to me.”

If the metallic Sith Lord could still sweat, he would. The mechanical changes he had forced on himself though prevented any such signs of weakness. Still, he shivered. He looked at his former partner, Darth Belian, as he hung from Darth Vassoran’s black lightsaber. The blonde and beautiful Sith Lord looked in agony at his partner, his mouth filled with blood and eyes full of fear. It was clear that he never foresaw this and that he did not want to die.

Darth Rahn turned from Belian and stared back at his former Master. Eternal obedience to a thing that would one day destroy him – this much he knew to be certain – or outward defiance and certain death now. His choice was clear. The mechanical Sith Lord bowed before the Dark Lord and spoke the words, “I obey the Sith. I obey Darth Vassoran.”

These new events were spinning wildly out of control for the Jedi’s liking. They had managed to drag Master Zommo away from the Sith Lords’ grasp, but understood that this sudden turn threatened them like nothing else. While the Sith might have surrendered before, this new Sith Lord might not allow anything other than death. They were bracing themselves for the worst.

Darth Vassoran turned to Darth Masterna next. In his eyes, you could tell that Darth Vassoran enjoyed this feeling. He was once again in power and no one could stop him. He recognized the power that this upstart had and the source for this power. It flowed from the Jedi, or had once.

“Darth Masterna, I presume?” he asked. Masterna simply bowed in recognition of his name. “I will allow you to retain your title, for the time being.”

“I am a Lord of the Sith, Darth Vassoran,” came Masterna’s quick reply. “While I had no hand in your demise, I will not be treated as a second. Is that understood?” The last question had a hard edge that no one had ever spoken with to Vassoran in a long time. He smiled, relishing it.

“As you wish, my lord,” came Vassoran’s reply. “Rule with me then.” Turning back towards the Jedi’s side, he looked hard at them and was filled with hate again. “Jedi scum, listen to the voice of the darkness. I am Vassoran, the true Dark Lord of the Sith. Watch as I destroy my betrayer and know in your hearts that you are next!” With that he lifted Darth Belian on high and, with a jerk, managed to slide his victim up into air. Before Belian could scream, the black lightsaber came down upon him, tearing him in half. Each piece flew off into the darkness of Coruscant’s night. That was the last anyone saw of Darth Belian. No one would mourn his death.

The Jedi were aghast at the actions of Darth Vassoran. One could clearly see how much he had enjoyed that brutal act of vengeance. He stood fully up and glared at the Jedi. Within their throng, the dark master could recognize the boy who had once dared attack him in his sanctum. Beside the boy, there stood Adea J’Brar. They seemed to be placing themselves between him and the Jedi Master that had fought Darth Belian, injured by the mini-blasters held in Belian’s lightsaber hilt. This was the wrong move. Now, Vassoran would teach the Jedi the lesson Belian could not finish. He raised his saber on high and all around the Jedi, dark figures appeared. Bearing blasters and other weapons, the Jedi knew that these were not friends. This was Vassoran’s personal army; warriors trained in the killing of Jedi. They had closed the gap and now it was a closer fight than some of the Jedi may have liked.

“Warriors of the Sith!” Vassoran ordered, wielding his lightsaber. “Attack!”

As if possessed by a greater force, the Sith Army launched an all-out attack on the Jedi forces. Here the first realization hit the Jedi: While they did, in fact, outnumber the Sith’s knights, they were all crammed into walkways and bridges that were not designed to hold that much force. The Jedi were now victims to their large numbers, while the Sith moved with ease towards their foes. Meanwhile the warriors above them began to fire on their enemies below. Taking out numbers of the Jedi, the Sith was taking the offensive once again.

Just as the two forces collided, some of the smarter Jedi leapt above the fray and came down upon their Sith attackers. This freed enough space for some of the larger group to move forward. The sound of crashing lightsabers filled the night’s air. No one had expected this battle would ever take place. Now, no one knew if they were meant to survive it.

In the middle of this battle, Darth Vassoran had led the center mass of warriors into the Jedi Council. Above the throngs of fighting and injured, his black voice could be heard leading his forces on. Here, he commanded the two Sith Lords, “Darth Rahn, Darth Masterna, the time has come to finish the Jedi High Council. Strike first at their head and destroy that foolish Jedi Master!” His finger pointed towards the injured Master Zommo.

Without hesitation, both Sith Lords attacked those who defended Master Zommo. Some they injured and a few were killed, but the Sith Lords kept on coming. Then, at the last moment, Darth Masterna felt a strong wind push him back ten feet, while Darth Rahn’s killing blow was blocked by a blue lightsaber. The metallic Sith Lord turned and stared into the angry face of a Wookie. Before he had time to set up a defense, Krokukkon struck Darth Rahn with all his might and launched him into the railing. Rahn knocked several Jedi and Sith knights aside as he fell, which gave Darth Masterna a clear look at who had Force-pushed him back. It was Jann Duvey.

“So, Jann Duvey thinks himself ready?” spoke Darth Masterna with an amused tone. “Are you ready? Can you defeat me?” The last question carried a smug tone.

Without replying, Jann unhooked his recently completed lightsaber and ignited it. A yellow blade sprouted from the new weapon and its owner assumed a defensive stance. There would be none of the old Duvey humor or brashness. This fight was the most serious of his life.

“Let us see what the student has learned,” said Darth Masterna as he launched his attack. Jann who kept his stoic attitude as he expertly blocked the first parries. “Good, good,” replied Masterna. “Time for the kid gloves to come off for good.” With that, he spun around and began a well-orchestrated attack designed for separating Jann from the throng of Jedi. While Jann countered every blow and attack, he knew this strategy very well. As they dueled, he managed to get Masterna around, so that it was him and not the Sith Lord who led this dance.

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Away from the two combatants, Darth Vassoran still pressed his attack towards the injured Master Zommo. Many Jedi had set themselves between the Dark Lord and his prey. He struck several of them down before only a lone female Jedi stood before him. Vassoran allowed himself a smile.

“Time to die, little Jedi,” he spoke in his dark voice. He swung his mighty saber at Serania, who had remained standing until the weapon flashed. Then her blue saber had come to life and she had blocked the attack. But there was something else. She was actually repelling the black lightsaber back. She looked next to her and there was Adea J’Brar, holding a lightsaber from one of the fallen Jedi and helping her push back Darth Vassoran. With one mighty push, both Jedi and former Sith managed to get the Dark Lord of the Sith to back off. Serania could not believe it, but she sensed something deeper coming out of Adea. At the moment, she was simply glad for the assistance.

“Serania,” said Adea in a voice she had never heard, “take Master Zommo somewhere safe. Go quickly. Now!” Serania Burtell did not argue. She stepped back, lifted her Master and, before anyone could do anything, left the battle. As she did, several other Jedi Knights backed her as she ran into the Towers and towards the medical centers. Adea never took her eyes off Vassoran, who did not make a move towards the fleeing Jedi.

“So, Adea J’Brar,” sneered Darth Vassoran, “I thought you were in prison.”

”Funny,” replied Adea, “I thought you were dead.”

“Death is not an easy shroud to place over a true member of the Sith,” barked Vassoran back, “which is what I thought you were. I see now that I was wrong.”

“I am my true self now, Vassoran. Not what you tried to mold me into. I think it’s time I repaid you my debt.”

The Sith Lord and the former Sith Lord stared at one another and then attacked each other. They were determined in their goal: death to their opponent. In that, they were both following the codes of the Sith.

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Meanwhile, as Darth Rahn regained his feet, he saw a mighty Wookie, roaring and carrying a large lightsaber lunge at him. Krokukkon’s fury was impressive. The Sith Lord managed to ignite his lightsaber at the very last moment and so block the brunt of the attack. But the strength of the attack was too great and their spot too weak. Both Jedi Knight and Sith Lord fell off into the empty space of Coruscant. As they fell, their own safety became more important than the duel. Darth Rahn managed to land on a ledge, while Krokukkon fell a few stories further unto a loading ramp. Seizing the opportunity, Darth Rahn threw himself towards his bewildered Jedi foe. As Krokukkon stood up, he sensed himself in great danger. Without thinking he leapt onto a passing dumpster truck as Darth Rahn sliced the spot where he had just been.

Krokukkon regained his footing, only to see the Sith Lord leaping from speeder to speeder approaching him. The Jedi Knight, ignited his lightsaber, and began doing the same – and closed the distance between them. Before they knew it, the two foes stood on opposing speeders and, uncaring for the dangers below, threw themselves into space and tried to strike each other down.

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As Krokukkon fought for his life, his friend was fighting his former mentor. The fight between Jann Duvey and Darth Masterna had led them into the Jedi Towers, where there was a lot of fighting going on. Sith knights and Vassoran’s warriors were trying to pin as many of the Jedi down on small, secluded pockets where they could be easier to pick off. Some of the Jedi fell to this, while others read it and countered it with attacks straight at the shooters.

All of the fighters though, took a moment to marvel at the ferocity with which Jann and Masterna were going at each other. It wasn’t simple Jedi vs Sith. These two were throwing everything they had. Each swing could take a head off. Every strike could kill or decimate. This was a death duel and both participants showed neither care nor wear from the fight. Both seemed content with it.

As they ascended, Masterna managed to Force-push Jann into one of the transport tubes. Before either could react, the doors shut close and Jann was gone. Desperate to continue the fight, Masterna entered the tube next to it and started it. He looked high, hoping to see where Jann’s tube had let him off. Then a dark shadow appeared. The Sith Lord looked in amazement as Jann Duvey threw himself off several floors and landed right on top of his transport tube. The Jedi knight pierced the ceiling with his lightsaber, hoping to make an opening large enough to enter and continue his fight. Masterna struck at his former pupil’s weapon and managed to strike it out of his hands. Calling it to himself with the Force, he examined the new saber.

“Nice work, Jann,” Masterna said as he admired his pupil’s work. “It is a great work of art. Let me destroy that for you.” As he said that, he threw it in the air and tried to split it in two. However, Jann called his weapon to his side at that moment and managed to prevent its destruction.

“It’s not going to work, Masterna,” replied Jann from above. “You won’t get out of this one as easy as you did the last one.” The yellow lightsaber came to life once again. “Really?” asked the Sith Lord half-jokingly. His arm turned to the tube controls and, using the Force, pushed the emergency stop button. The tube lurched to a stop and Jann was thrown down onto the ceiling. Timing this occurrence, Darth Masterna tried to impale Jann on his lightsaber. Jann ducked two such thrusts before falling to the side of the tube. Hanging onto the safety rafter, Jann saw Darth Masterna face him and try the same trick. However as the thrust came, Jann let one of his hands go and swung out of the saber’s way. Using that moment, Jann kicked the glass with all the strength of his legs and managed to catch the Sith Lord in the face. Masterna was thrown back and out of the transport tube. Jann went through the opening and followed his former mentor. The still reeling Sith presented an open target, that did not feel quite right for Jann.

“Not going to take the bait, are you?” asked an angry Darth Masterna, “Very well!” With that, Masterna spun right back into Jann and tried to strike him. The Jedi was not caught off-guard and the two began trying to push each other down.

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Another death duel was occurring between Darth Vassoran and Adea J’Brar. The former Sith Lord was trying to single-handedly defeat the one who could bring the Sith to victory. As such, many Sith Knights and warriors tried to attack her. Vassoran relished the sight of Adea being attacked from all sides. But Adea, who quickly realized that she could not fight the head of the Sith Order and the rest of it at the same time, deflected all such attacks. Backing into what had remained an empty room in the main entrance hallways, she called out to her former Master.

“Vassoran, you are pathetic. Can you not defeat a single opponent on your own? Has death made you such a weakling, such a coward?”

That riled the Dark Lord into a furious attack that managed to force both Adea and Vassoran into a dark and quiet room. Adea used the Force to close the door and threw several large stone statues at it. She knew it would not hold a combined attack, but she was certain that her duel would not last more than a few minutes – and not go favorably for her.

The dark room glowed with the dim wall lights and the bright green blade she had before her. Were it not for his chalky face, Darth Vassoran would have become a shadow. Even his lightsaber was invisible here.

“Pathetic?” sneered Darth Vassoran. “I am pathetic? Know this, foolish girl you are not strong enough to defeat me. You could not even hold your own with me when you were a Sith Lord. What makes you think your diminished powers will now do?” As he said, he took pleasure in swinging his lightsaber to and fro, confident in Adea’s troubles in seeing it.

“I don’t think my powers have diminished, oh Dark Lord,” Adea replied with a laugh. With that she swung at the only thing she saw – Vassoran’s face. Every time it was blocked by a dark object she could not see – his lightsaber – and knew that this could be a losing fight. The green light emitted by her blade was the only light she saw. The fight was slipping from her. So, in a desperate move, Adea somersaulted back and with a last swing to throw the Dark Lord off guard, she melted into the shadows. Vassoran was not happy.

“Come on out! You pathetic weakling, come out and fight me!” His shouts resonated throughout the large hall. So angry was Vassoran that he took to knocking several of the nearby statues and busts that adorned the room. He allowed his rage to simmer and then pass. He looked around the darkened hall and tried to find his stalwart pupil. He did not think that she could have fled that fast.

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At the same time, Darth Rahn and Krokukkon kept their deadly game of hopscotch over the skies of Coruscant. To and fro through the various traffic lanes, the Sith Lord and the Jedi Knight jumped high. They were certain that they were wearing each other out – and they were right. This game was causing them to exert great use of the Force and they were beginning to wear out. Yet neither foe was willing to back down. So they continued to jump between speeders and cruisers and other ships; managing only a few strikes against one another before gravity would separate them once again. There were a few times that they came close to not landing on a safe spot, but they were able to use their abilities to land on top of a ship and resume their fight.

As Darth Rahn landed on a two-man speeder piloted by a startled Dug, Krokukkon was jumping from the small courier cruiser that was on the way to the Senate. Darth Rahn turned and managed to block the high attack chops from the blue blade and taking a hold of the Jedi’s arm, threw him into the Coruscant night. Krokukkon fell into oncoming traffic and only his wits prevented him from ending up on someone’s windshield. Landing quickly on the back of a speeder bike, he deftly threw himself onto the large passenger liner that was going beside him. The biker, shocked at the sudden impact, nearly lost control and turned in anger to see what had happened. Out from above him, came Darth Rahn, who clipped his bike and did a somersault on top of the same space liner that Krokukkon had leapt to only moments before.

“Foolish and weak Jedi,” snarled Darth Rahn. He stood above Krokukkon, who had been separated from his weapon by the fall. He also gripped his leg, which had been broken. So, here he was, alone, tired, injured – and about to die.

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Jann could feel his partner’s pain, even separated by their distances and each embroiled in their own struggle. He knew though that he could do nothing for him though. He had his own problems at hand with Lord Masterna. The Sith Lord was not giving him an inch to back off into. They had ascended into the upper levels of the Towers and were now alone in their duel. To and fro went the clashing of their sabers, their humming a reminder of the death that waited on their blades. They were desperate, tired and ready to end this battle once and for all. Without warning, Lord Masterna stepped back from the fight and, before he could do anything, flung Jann through a massive set of double doors. The Jedi Knight crashed through the doors and tumbled into a large room. He made sure to get out of the way before the Sith Lord crashed on top of him. Only then did Jann realize that he was in the Jedi Council Chamber.

“How dare you soil this noble room with your foul presence?” demanded Jann. “You have no right to be here!” Masterna could only smile in hatred.

“You think you know my sins, little Padawan?” sneered the Dark Lord. “I was doing great deeds before you were even born. Great blood fills my veins and with it, I did all my heart desired. Can you say the same thing?”

While their sabers were still pointed at one another, the combatants had taken several steps back and were sizing each other for the final strike. They were knew this could be the final parry.

“So much potential, so much strength,” mused Darth Masterna. “Wasted!” he spat out. “All of it was wasted on those Jedi fools and their stupid teachings! I should have taken you and done what I always wanted – raised you as a true knight of the Sith and not a pathetic Jedi slave!”

“If you think your words will enrage me,” replied Jann in an even, yet tense tone, “think again. You will gain no easy advantage here. Try to strike, coward.”

The two warriors set themselves up in attack stances and prepared to fight.

“Die!” yelled Masterna and attacked. In him, power and hate united to create one whole entity. At the same time, Jann lunged forward, no fear, no doubt or regret in his eyes.

The two lightsabers crashed onto one another.

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Darth Vassoran’s rage had cooled off. His black heart told him that Adea J’Brar would not respond to his open display of power. He needed a subtler, more cunning way to get her to come out of hiding -- and a master always knew the heart of his pupil.

“Adea,” his dark voice resonated throughout the chamber, “Adea. I am ready to forgive you. This is not your fault. You are weak and had no one to rely on. Still that is no reason to make a great mistake.” He paused to let her listen to his words, which flowed as silky venom. “What will happen if the Sith lose? Can you count on the Jedi? Will they set you free?” He laughed darkly. “The Jedi will abandon you when you have no more use. They will find you pathetic and throw you in some dark hole. No one cares for you. No one will aid you. You will be alone….”

He let his words sink in. “The Sith have been your people and your home. They have protected you, guarded you and, when the time came, let you lead them. The Sith is the only place where you truly belong! Return to my side and I’ll willingly drop any grudge against you. I will elevate you back into glory! Come, Adea you know I speak what is in your heart.”

Hiding in the shadows, Adea J’Brar felt her heart beat twice. She felt a nervous flutter in her soul. Was Darth Vassoran speaking the truth? Did she yearn to return to the Sith? What should she do? She was confused like never before. It could be a trap … or Vassoran could be seeking a new ally. What about Darth Belian? Vassoran had no problems killing him – and she had been involved in the plot to destroy the Dark Lord of the Sith. Could she believe he would be so forgiving?

This tornado of emotions was lighting Adea up in the Force. Her distress, her fears, it was all guiding Darth Vassoran towards her. In a moment, he would be on top of her. Vassoran, feeling this, decided to go for the endgame.

“Adea, Adea. Look into your heart. I speak the truth. No Jedi cares for you. No Jedi cares!”

A high-pitched scream alerted Vassoran to an attacker behind him. He swung his lightsaber and connected with a blue-colored lightsaber that had aimed for his head. Vassoran looked at his attacker. It was not Adea J’Brar. It was a Jedi; the knight that had taken the Jedi Master.

“You!” Vassoran screamed, “What do you want?” He pressed his saber against hers with all his might.

“To prove you wrong,” answered Serania Burtell. As she said so, she maneuvered her lightsaber around and began to attack the Dark Lord of the Sith. Her fury was tremendous and her skill unmatched by almost anyone. Darth Vassoran was impressed at her powers. In the few moments their fight had gone on, she had gained the upper hand. Serania swung at his head, but Vassoran moved and tried a counterstrike. However, the Jedi knight used her movement to block the Sith Lord’s attack and pin the black lightsaber against a pillar. There she used all her strength to keep it pinned.

“This will gain you nothing, you fool,” bellowed Darth Vassoran, “there is nothing you can do now but die.”

Before he could push Serania back from the pillar, Adea jumped up out of the shadows and, with her strongest strike ever, swung at the head of Darth Vassoran. He was caught unawares and all he could do was stare at the fury of her pupil. In that moment, he knew he had taught her well – and that his teachings were worthless. Adea J’Brar took the head of the Dark Lord of the Sith and his immense body collapsed to the ground. Only then, did Serania Burtell let the black saber fall to the ground.

The two warriors stood over the fallen body of the Sith Lord, breathing heavily. Only after they were certain the Dark Lord was dead, did they look at one another. They were tired, but happy.

“Why did you help me?” asked Adea.

Serania took a moment and answered, pointing to the headless corpse, “To prove him wrong.”

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Meanwhile, Darth Rahn was enjoying the torture he was putting the Wookie Jedi through. Krokukkon was trying to duck the strikes from the metallic Sith Lord’s red saber with one broken leg. Some he had evaded, while others had seared his fur and his skin. As he tried to avoid the attack, Krokukkon looked for his lightsaber. Without a weapon, the Jedi knight was certain that this would be his end.

“Try all you want, Jedi,” said Darth Rahn in his cold, uncaring voice, “You will die here.”

While Krokukkon struggled to retain his composure – and his foothold – on the top of the moving transport, Darth Rahn had no such problems. His mechanical body was balanced by an internal gyroscope and he had his feet clamps set so that he could easily grip the surface and still be mobile. The Wookie had his preternatural skills and nothing more.

“Die, Jedi scum!” swore the Sith Lord, alerting Krokukkon to his attack.

As he said that, he swung again at Krokukkon’s torso. The blade narrowly missed, but did manage to sear the Wookie. Krokukkon fell down and clutched his stomach. The Sith Lord took the chance to end it by striking at the fallen warrior. Krokukkon sensed the attack and rolled out of the way. He needed to find a way out of this.

“There is no escape, fool,” smiled Darth Rahn as he turned and lifting his saber high above his head, tried to cut him down. Krokukkon looked for it and, as the strike came, he ducked out of the way. Once behind the Sith Lord, the Wookie turned and reached for the mechanical calves of the Sith. Darth Rahn turned and Force-pushed the Wookie away – but not before he had torn the calf and leg mechanisms. This had released the foot-clamps completely – binding the Sith Lord to his spot. He moved like a thing caught in flypaper – unable to free itself, but still trying.

The Wookie took this moment to regain his composure and assess his injuries. The Sith Lord’s Force-push had cracked a few ribs and the leg would take some serious time to heal. Still, he could move and was certain that the situation had changed. He approached the semi-frozen Darth Rahn, who was trying to make his body move.

“Do not think you’ve beaten me yet, Jedi,” spoke a defiant Darth Rahn. With a horrible metal sound, his belt and waist broke and fell. This revealed two anchors that united the torso with the lower part. Out of nowhere, the anchors spun and the torso faced Krokukkon. The shocked look on the Jedi’s face was the prize for Rahn’s technical abilities. It seemed nothing Krokukkon could do would defeat the Sith Lord. Seeing the desperation on the Jedi’s face, Darth Rahn seized his moment.

“Die!” he yelled and threw his lightsaber at Krokukkon. Using his mastery over the Dark Side, Rahn controlled the movement of the blade. He knew that it would sever the Wookie in two – a fitting end, he thought.

Krokukkon though closed his eyes and called upon every bit of his strength in the Force. He felt the blade’s whirl and sensed the call of its master through the Dark Side. With his injuries mounting, he could not do much. The Force, though, would not fail him. Timing it exactly, he ducked back while stretching his right arm and caught the twirling blade. Jumping in the air, he spun backwards and, combining his Force powers with the ones the Sith Lord was using, immediately threw the red saber back at its owner. The jump, the speed of the blade and the Force-influence by the two warriors all led to one result – the blade went even faster back towards Darth Rahn. The Sith Lord had no time and no strength to stop the blade. It made a disgusting crunch as it went through Rahn’s chest. Darth Rahn gurgled oil and fluids. Shock, pain and defeat flooded through him.

Krokukkon picked himself up and decided to end this. He limped towards the still-reeling Rahn. Quietly, he extended his arm and grabbed the hilt of the red saber. Glowering at Darth Rahn, Krokukkon looked hard into the orbs in Darth Rahn’s face. The Sith Lord looked back at the Wookie Jedi.

“You…you…you…imp-os…sible…,” was all he could mutter out.

As his reply, Krokukkon emitted a loud Wookie war roar. He took the saber into both hands and, calling on what strength he had left, tore through the metallic Sith warrior. Huge chunks of metal and parts filled the air. Tearing the Sith Lord into pieces, Krokukkon allowed it all to fall. All that was left were the metal legs – and the clamps that had provided Krokukkon with his triumph.

The Wookie collapsed to his knees. Turning off the red saber, he looked at it, before he threw it away into the air of Coruscant. With that done, he fell on his back and allowed his pain to overwhelm him. In the distance, he could hear police units approaching him. His last thought before blacking out, was for his friend Jann. He hoped he had fared better.

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The lightsabers crashed with tremendous force into one another. The room resonated with every sound of the masters’ crash. Both Masterna and Jann had grim expressions and were pushing against the other’s weapon, waiting for the moment when one would give. The hum of the sabers had turned violent and sparks began to dance and fly out of the blades. They could feel the sting of the energy on their skin and muscles. Finally, after several hard-fought moments, Darth Masterna managed to get the upper hand and pushed Jann Duvey back with strength and a power few had ever seen. Jann flew back into the wall and hit it violently.

Masterna, undaunted, threw his hand up and, from its tips, flew a blinding light of energy. A second was all that Jann had to lift his lightsaber and prevent himself from being fried by the lightning bolt. His saber deflected or absorbed the brunt of the attack. Taking the moment that it would take for Masterna to launch another lightning attack, Jann called on his Force powers and covered the various meters that separated them in a flash. Throwing himself at his former master, the Jedi knight connected with the poorly-thrown defense that Darth Masterna had managed in that instant. He had surprised the Sith Lord with his speed.

Forced to step back to answer Jann’s fury, Masterna was thrown on the defensive side. Had he underestimated his pupil’s powers? How had Jann Duvey gotten this strong this quickly? Masterna did not have the time to ponder these questions. Jann was pushing him to and fro, strong, yet confident. There was not tremor in the Force because of him. He was clearly planted on the side of the Light.

Masterna needed to take control of this fight and quickly or he would die. And death, no matter how comforting it may be, was not his goal here. He had an idea. He waited until Jann lifted his lightsaber and timing his attack, threw his saber at his opponent’s. As Jann blocked the blade away, Masterna delivered a strong kick and caught his opponent’s blade with his Force powers. Jann was thrown back once again and landed with a serious thud against the wall. The force of Masterna’s push had been so great, Jann had torn the floor and thrown everything in his path aside. But Jann’s lightsaber, his only means of defense, remained steady in the air – caught there by Masterna’s powers.

“I think its time to end this,” said Masterna through some heavy breathing. His former student had pushed him to the limit. He needed to reassert himself and show this upstart what true power in the Force meant. Calling on both of the sabers, he armed himself – one in each hand. Jann, tired and injured, stood up and saw his foe become a whirling tornado of hate and power. The Jedi knight backed away from the coming attack, but he was defenseless. And, so high above in the Jedi Towers, the chances were slim that anyone else would come to his aid in time.

“It is time to die, Jann Duvey,” said Darth Masterna with a smug tone. “As I brought you into your destiny, so will I now deny you of it.” The Sith Lord quickly approached his foe, determined to not let this chance slip away.

Jann Duvey closed his eyes and prepared for death. He had nothing left to give. No way to attack. He was empty. Then, a voice rang in his head.

“Giving up?” asked the voice. “I thought you were stronger than that. C’mon Jann, fight!”

Duvey recognized the voice to be that of Andari Effenli. In his mind he replied, “How? I am defenseless! I am injured! What can I possibly do?”

The voice snorted and then replied, “For a true Jedi, the weapon is not that which is in his hands, but that which is in his heart and in his mind. Reach inside, find your true power.”

The Jedi calmed his heart and began to look within. The dread, the fear, everything was swept away. All that remained was himself – that and a well of power still untapped. He felt himself become one with the Force. Amazed, he saw all things as they really were. He saw Krokukkon, injured and clinging barely to life. He saw Adea and Serania, working as one team, defeating many of the Sith knights. He knew that the battle would be theirs; that the tide was in their favor. He saw Darth Masterna, proud, hurt, angry – at himself and at the universe. He saw the Sith Lord lift both sabers and swing them both at his head. He then saw his hand rise and stop the movements of his former master. Darth Masterna came to an incredible lurching stop. Jann could see the shock that appeared in Masterna’s eyes. He saw his desperation. Looking at the Sith Lord’s left hand, he reclaimed his lightsaber.

“I believe,” he said as he took it unopposed, “that this is mine.” With that, he Force-pushed Masterna away with such force that the windows behind him shattered and the Council chairs flew into the night air of Coruscant. Masterna was spared that fate by a pillar. His impact was tremendous and he felt such pain as he had never before. He fell to one knee. Jann calmly assumed his fighting stance and prepared himself.

“Surrender, Masterna,” ordered the Jedi Knight. “You are injured and cannot win.”

”I’ll die first,” was all Masterna said before launching himself at Jann. The Jedi blocked the strike and stepping back, plunged his lightsaber through the Sith Lord. Darth Masterna now gasped for air. The lightsaber had gone through his lungs and back. The two combatants remained frozen for a moment, uncertain that the battle had drawn its last. Then Jann removed his lightsaber from his former master. Darth Masterna took three steps sideways and landed on a councilmember’s chair. His arms were still above his head, but their strength was now ebbing and he let go of his weapon. He was defeated.

As he felt his life fading away, Darth Masterna looked upon his one-time student and saw, for the first time, his true power. This was a true Jedi Knight and it would be his destiny to see the future done. This couldn’t help but bring a dark smile to his face.

“So, you think you’ve beat-beaten me?” asked Masterna. “Think again. The same demons that drove me from the Jedi and into the Sith are after you, Jann Duvey….” As he continued to speak, his breathing got deeper. “The demons…are th-the Jedi. They will force a great deal of pain and suffering on your shoulders. Can, can you protect yourself from them? Can you – Can you prevent what happened to me from…happening to you?”

“I have royal blood in my veins, Masterna,” was Jann’s reply, “All my life I would have known responsibility. I,” thinking to himself, he paused before continuing, “I will not fail as you have.”

Masterna laughed. “Roy-royal blood?” scoffed Masterna. “So what? I have the blood of the Skywalkers…flowing through mine….” His eyes began to glaze away and he looked past Jann Duvey in the nothing. “The same b-lood…that flows…through…you….” Looking upwards, he spoke to the sky, “Forgive…me…grand-fa…ther.” With that Darth Masterna breathed his last and passed away.

Jann was dumbfounded. What did that all mean? The blood of the Skywalkers? What was that all about? And grandfather? Who was Ulric’s grandfather? Jann was about to ask the empty air, when he sensed Andari’s presence behind him. He turned and saw the ghost of the Jedi Master walk into the room and towards the corpse of Ulric Tronos. His face was full of sorrow.

“My dear, dear boy,” Andari spoke, “I’m the one who is sorry. I failed you.” As he said that, he laid one spirit hand on Masterna’s and, using his Force-powers, closed the eyelids. Then, he bowed his head.

“Andari? Andari? What did he mean? What was it that he meant?” Jann was beside himself. He needed some answers. What was it that Darth Masterna had meant? “Andari?”

“My name is not Andari Effenli,” was the spirit’s terse reply. “I am Kane Skywalker, last to hold the position of Skywalker before the Council.” He looked at Jann’s startled face and added, “Ulric was my grandson.”

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Serania and Adea were amazed. Through the entire night, the battle had raged. The tide had favored both sides at one point. Both knew that, at any moment, the Sith could have managed a bold stroke and become victorious. In the end, the turning point had been the death of the Dark Lord of the Sith, Darth Vassoran. Seeing their leader’s head, held high by Adea J’Brar, had broken the spirits of the Sith warriors. Many had turned tail and fled into Coruscant, while their superiors and the braver ones had fought to the death. The cost for the Jedi had been high, but they were victorious on this day.

“I am thankful that this is over,” announced Serania as she looked upon the carnage on the battlefield. “Perhaps this will be the end of the Sith Order.”

“I don’t know, Serania,” replied Adea, “You thought the Sith was destroyed twice before and it has always found a way to come back and hurt the galaxy. Perhaps you should strive to end this damnable conflict once and for all.” As she said this, she looked at the Jedi knight and saw a glimpse of a smile former in the corners of her mouth. “What? Have the Jedi done something?”

“The Jedi have all right,” replied Serania, unable to contain herself. “We sent the Jedi squadrons from Fennegen over to Terturi. They uncovered and destroyed all the Sith installations. They also uncovered many of their back-up and emergency plans and are beginning the process of tracking those things down. The Sith have nowhere left to go and no one left to lead them. They are destroyed.”

Adea kept her thoughts to herself, but she believed that maybe the Jedi were being too optimistic about the entire situation. While these were great news, she also knew that the Sith were never out of ideas when it came to survival. The Jedi may need her experience and expertise if they were truly going to stamp out the Sith from the universe. Her reverie though was interrupted by Serania’s shocked gasp. Adea looked at what she was pointing at and could not believe it herself. The two ran towards a taxi transport that had been taken over by Coruscant security forces. They were unloading injured and dead – and among them was a tall, wooly Wookie.

“Oh no,” was Serania’s reply upon reaching the side of Krokukkon. “Is he all right?” he asked the medic. “What’s wrong?”

The medic looked at her and replied, “He has very serious injuries. Broken leg, broken ribs, serious internal bleeding, it’s a miracle he’s still alive.” With that, he pushed past the Jedi and followed his patient into the nearby medical center that had been placed to receive the nearby wounded. Serania was dumbfounded. In an instant, all her hopes had been dashed. Sensing this, Adea spoke, “He did what he was meant to do – what the Force called out for him to do. He’ll live through this.”

Serania looked at her and sighed. She hoped that Adea was right.

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“It was two hundred years ago,” the man known as Andari began, “that the Sith finally returned into the open. I led the Jedi in those days, as the Council had still not been fully recalled. By the time it was over, I had stepped down from my position and allowed the Council to return to its power. I took the two most precious items – my children – and raised them in the ways of the Jedi. My daughter eventually married shy little Lex Tronos. When they fell, I took their baby son and raised him. In many ways, Ulric was like another child for me. It cost a lot, but I was patient and proud, like they would have been proud, when he became a full-fledged Jedi Knight. I thought that he would be able to carry their memory and their duty as they had.” Sighing, he added, “I was wrong.”

“He said he had the blood of the Skywalkers flowing through his veins,” inquired Jann. “What did that mean?”

“He, as well as his mother and I are all descendants of the great Master, Luke Skywalker,” was Andari’s reply.

“Luke Skywalker?” nearly cried out Jann, “How?”

“The same way you are your parents’ son, I’d imagine,” was Andari’s reply, “Through hundreds of years, he is our ancestor. We have strived to keep that connection as quiet as possible. You see the name of Skywalker makes others want to place us in positions of leadership and power. But not all of the sons of Skywalker are truly ready for such a charge. I thought Ulric was ready. I thought I had prepared him for this. I was wrong and it’s my fault much of this bloodshed has happened.”

“You cannot blame yourself for his actions,” was Jann’s reply. “Each man is responsible for his own choices. Ulric…he believed that and I still do. This was no more your fault than mine. He chose his path. You must believe that, Kane.” Sighing, he continued, “I still hold on to his teachings, even if I have let the teacher fall to the side.” Pausing for a long moment, Jann asked, “He also said the same blood flows through my veins. Don’t tell me you’re my grandfather also.”

Andari smiled before answering, “No, I am not. We are connected though through an ancient link.” With that, he used his Force powers to lift an old Holocron disk from within the robes of Darth Masterna and softly tossed it to the Jedi knight. Jann caught it and examined it. It was extremely old and seemed to have passed by a few hands throughout the years.

“What is this?” was Jann’s obvious query. Andari looked at him and said, “A genealogy tree. It is a record of all the sons and daughters of one of the greatest Jedi ever. That is the Skywalker family tree – starting with none other than Anakin Skywalker, the one who balanced the Force.”

Jann looked in amazement at the disc. While he still stared at it, Andari continued, “If you look at the end of one branch, you will see the name of Rexor at its end and your name is at the very tip.” Jann now stared shocked at the Jedi’s ghost. “You are a descendant of Skywalker through his daughter, Leia Organa and her husband, Han Solo.”

“That’s impossible,” Jann shot back, “My planet has not been in the Republic for more than thirty, thirty-five years. How could this be possible?”

”I told you that not everyone is meant to lead,” answered Andari, “yet that does not deter the masses from seeking leadership from anyone who appears to have the qualifications for it. If you study that disc, you will find generals, business leaders, Jedi knights, captains and Senators. You will also find smugglers, pirates, bandits and thieves – most probably a gene that came from Han Solo.” Andari smiled at his own joke, before continuing, “The vast majority, though, are normal, everyday people: Merchants, cooks, seamstresses, traders, and the like. If the general populace had their way, all those people would have led or guarded the Republic. But not everyone is truly called to such a position. In some of those instances, these persons fled into the Outer Rim or unto unknown regions of space, where no one could recognize them. This is what happened to your ancestors. They fled Coruscant and reached your home planet.” He snorted before adding, “But the strain of the Skywalkers that ran through their blood would not be denied and, in time, they did become leaders – in your case, royalty.”

Seeing Jann’s incredulous face, Andari ended, “Do not be alarmed. This is simply matters of fact. The truth is that you are Jann Duvey, a knight in the Order of the Jedi and in service to the Galactic Republic. Your parents are king and queen of Antar Mega and, though they do not know it, come from a great line of people, as do you. Just be who you’ve always been and you’ll do alright.” With that, Andari’s ghost turned and began to walk away. Jann called out to it, “Kane!” That got the ghost’s attention and he turned. “What should I do with this?” Jann asked, pointing to the Holocron disk.

“Keep it safe and out of sight,” was Andari’s reply. “That record is the only one that remains of the line of the Skywalkers. It has taken a long time to piece together.” Sighing for a moment, he continued, “As the highest-ranking remaining Skywalker in the Jedi today, I charge you with one task: Seek to complete it. Find those lost sons and daughters and record them. But do not force this on them. This is yours and yours alone. When the time is right, pass it along to the next Skywalker that can keep the record going. This record will provide you with information that even the Jedi Council cannot see. It may one day save the galaxy.”

The spirit turned and walked out of the room. As it walked, it dissipated and Jann was left alone. After a moment, he looked down and realized he was still injured. Pain and sore muscles returned to bother him. He slowly walked out of the wreck that was the Jedi Council chamber. This had been the longest night of his life.

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As day turned to night, the entire planet of Coruscant awoke to the news of the gigantic battle that had taken place. The injured and dead swamped every medical center and hospital within a thirty mile radius. The damage done to the city was high and the cost in lives was even higher. Still, the mood was one of joy. The threat of the Sith had finally been destroyed. Their ancient protectors had come through in the end. The Republic would survive.

As the day turned into a week, the news reached even the farthest corners of the Outermost Rim. Many of the Sith’s allies – smugglers, merchants of death, politicians – had fled their homes or moved to other sectors, fearing retribution. This created a large power vacuum that many of their dark kind sought to fill. Word of police and security forces clashing with other smugglers and pirates reached Coruscant. The Senate had only one course: It dispatched as many of the Jedi Knights as it could all over the galaxy. Whatever restraints had been put in place disappeared now. The Jedi were the galaxy’s guardians and the galaxy needed them now more than ever.

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Meanwhile, two weeks after the Third Battle of Coruscant – or the Battle of the Force, as many on the streets were calling it – Jann Duvey and Krokukkon found themselves in the antechambers of the Jedi Council. The Council had been forced to seek new quarters while their older room went through repairs. While Krokukkon was seated on a couch, Jann stared blankly out of a window into space. The two friends wore the black robes of the Jedi Masters.

Jann thought about all that had happened. Krokukkon was still on the mend; his leg requiring months of intensive care to heal. Next to him sat a quiet young man called Sebe Mertan – Krokukkon’s choice for a Padawan learner. Jann had simply stared at his friend, when he met the boy and Krokukkon had only given a stare back. The boy seemed strong and ready. Still, a thought kept nagging Jann in the back. To the side, Adea J’Brar and Serania Burtell were speaking quietly about some thing or other – Jann paid it no mind.

Serania no longer wore a blue robe. All of the Jedi that had worked with the Inquisitors had been recalled. The need for them across the galaxy was great and the office of the Inquisitors had been closed due to pending Senate hearings on their readiness and ability. In the short time they had existed, the Inquisitors had managed to make just as many enemies as the Sith. Many were the tales of abuse of power and overzealousness. It was clear that they were going down the drain. Jann thought it was the best thing that could happen to them.

“Excuse me,” spoke a young Menurian, “the Council is ready to see you.” The small group filed in. As they passed him, Jann could only look at the Padawan and see his old friend, Alle Mentera in him. He couldn’t imagine all that had happened ever since they had lost him on Hiriu.

Once inside, the Jedi faced Master Ebbo Zommo, now officially the head of the Jedi Council. Some of the other Masters there were new – replacements for the injured or the recently deceased. Master Zommo still wore some bandages from his fight with Darth Belian, but he had chosen to return as quickly as possible to work. The Jedi were in need now that they were at this crossroad.

“Krokukkon, step forward please,” asked Master Zommo. The Wookie took one step in front of everyone; Sebe Mertan at his side. “Master Krokukkon, the Council has debated and decided that your choice for a Padawan is a good one. We accept your decision to train Jedi Padawan Sebe Mertan and await the day you will deliver him to us as a complete knight of our Order.” Krokukkon beamed with pride, while his young charge couldn’t be happier if he had been given his own starship. “Your orders,” Master Zommo continued, “are to report to His Excellency, Libbaccru, on Kashyyk and serve as Jedi liaison to the Wookie tribal council. We will provide further orders as your injuries heal.”

Krokukkon was incredibly pleased at the news. He would return home and serve in a very high position. He bowed and howled a small thanks to the Council. He then stepped back into the group with his newly-appointed Padawan. Master Zommo shifted his eyes from the Wookie to his former pupil. “Serania Burtell, step forward.” The female Jedi stepped forward; Adea J’Brar behind her.

“Serania, Serania,” sighed Master Zommo, “you have always chosen the difficult road. So why am I surprised about this?” He shook his head and looked at her. “You have asked the Council to train Adea J’Brar as a Jedi. A former Sith Lord is now to become a Jedi? Were it anyone but her, we might have scoffed and told you no and have that be the end of it. If we didn’t live in our times, I would not believe it.”

“I still stand by my choice, Master,” Serania answered. Zommo simply looked at her pupil. “Allow me to finish. We have seen a Jedi Master become a Sith Lord. Balance demands that the opposite also take place.” Pausing he finished, “Adea J’Brar, what Jedi Burtell has just asked flies on the face of everything we know. Perhaps, we need more risk-takers like her. Very well, the Council has debated and agreed with your choice. Adea J’Brar shall be your Padawan. You have dared for the impossible and received it, Serania. Jedi Padawan Adea J’Brar,” Master Zommo said, moving his eyes over her, “I have spoken with the President and, in light of recent events, he has agreed to drop the charges against you and release you into our custody. We now turn you over to Master Burtell for service here on Coruscant. See that you do not prove her wrong.”

”I will not, Master,” replied Adea, bowing. The two then stepped back and rejoined their group. “Jann Duvey,” announced the Jedi Master, “step forward.” Jann stepped in front of everyone.

“Master Duvey,” began Zommo, “we had ordered you to select a Padawan. However, recent events have prevented you from doing so. The Council understands and accepts your request to delay a Padawan appointment for the time being. This is a matter that should not be done lightly. We will await your readiness for such a step.”

”Thank you,” was Jann’s reply. Master Zommo continued, “We have received a request from the consuls of Sirla for a Jedi Knight to aid in some police matters over silicane smugglers that have cropped up. They specifically asked for you. We agreed. Your history of success there will only help in your mission. You will leave as soon as possible for Sirla.”

”Yes, Master,” was Jann’s reply. Here was the nagging thought becoming flesh thought Jann. Krokukkon and he were being separated. Forever.

“One last thing,” added Master Zommo, “we are aware that you have abdicated all claims to the Antar Mega throne. Thank you for taking that decision out of our hands. What has been the outcome?”

”It was for the best, Master,” replied Jann. “I am not the one who should lead them. The Vizier has been appointed Regent until my younger brother is old enough to take over the throne. I met with him and feel confident with their choice.”

“Very well,” said Master Zommo, “All of you are dismissed. May the Force be with You.”

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Outside the Council chambers, the group of friends congratulated one another. Jann looked at Adea and mentioned, “So, been with one side and now choosing to go with the other?”

“You never know,” replied Adea, “this might be all a trick to catch you off your guard.”

“Yeah,” said Jann, “you sure picked the long way around to do that.” Looking at Serania, he added, “Don’t let her give you any lip, Master.” Serania laughed and replied, “Well, now it’ll be the two of us that will give you lip.”

Sebe Mertan approached Jann Duvey and meekly asked, “Master Duvey, I just wanted to meet you. Master Krokukkon speaks so much of you.” Jann looked at the young boy and shook his hand, smiling. “He speaks? I thought all he could do was growl and roar? Some friend I got here, keeping secrets from me!” As he said that, he approached his Wookie friend. “So, Master Krokukkon,” he said, looking up at his friend, “I guess this is it.” The Wookie simply roared a while, then threw his hairy paws around the human. After a few moments, the two let go of one another and stared.

Looking at the pair, Adea simply asked Serania what was happening. “Don’t you see it?” was Serania’s hushed reply. “This is their goodbye.”

“What do you mean?” shot back Adea, “They’re still going to see each other.”

”Yeah, you’re right,” was Serania’s reply, “But it will never be like this. They will never be together. They will never again go through the galaxy like little kids. This is a goodbye between two brothers who have shared so much of their lives together and now must leave the home. That door is being closed for all time.”

Adea simply stared at the two friends as they said their last words and then looked at the rest of them. “What is wrong with you all?” was Jann’s startled reply. “Who died in here?”

The three Jedi simply began shaking their heads and replied, “No, nothing. It was nothing. Not a thing.”

The group walked out of the Council Chamber rooms and towards the transports. “I’ve been meaning to ask,” started Adea, “that room where I fought with Darth Vassoran. What is it? I saw all sorts of busts and statues.”

Jann looked at her and smiled, “I should have guessed it was you that trashed the Hall of Heroes.” Taking her puzzled look in, Jann could only smile. “That,” he continued, “is a small museum and, I guess you could call it, chapel. It is a place where the greatest Jedi are remembered. I spent a good deal of time there way back when.” Saying that, he paused to reflect before adding, “I guess you couldn’t save a pretty thing like that from destruction, huh?”

Adea replied, “I tried, but everything was flying everywhere at the same time.” Serania added, “She’s the one responsible for trashing the Master Windu statue.” Jann mockingly gasped, “You didn’t! That was Master Zommo’s favorite. He’ll definitely be making you pay that one back.” All of the friends began to laugh in earnest now. “So, where are you going?” asked Jann to Serania after they had regained their composure.

“We’re headed for the Senate offices,” Serania replied, “There are some businesses we still have to take care concerning Adea’s freedom.”

”All right then,” Jann said, before hugging them both, “I’ll see you when I get back.” The two Jedi women walked away, leaving Jann, Krokukkon and Sebe behind. After they were out of earshot, Jann said, “I hope that Serania is right – for both their sakes.” Krokukkon roared a simple agreement.

“So,” asked Jann, “want to share a cab with me to Coruscant Space Port?” The Wookie simply shook his head and replied that they had to go to the lower offices to arrange transport to Kashyyk. “Don’t worry, I can give you a ride,” was Jann’s reply. Krokukkon reminded him that Kashyyk and Sirla were in universally-different directions.

“Oh yeah,” Jann said. “Well, whenever you need it, the Star Flame is there for you.” They kept quiet for the moment until a transport tube door opened. Jann stepped in and looking at his friend, said, “May the Force always be with you,” before the door closed. After they closed, he softly added, “My brother.”

Krokukkon stared at the tube door for a long moment, before waking out of his dream. He looked down at Sebe and smiled. Growling a few thoughts he joked that, if they went out to the balcony, they would probably see Jann’s takeoff from the Jedi Towers. Sebe smiled at that.

The two Jedi walked out onto one of the many balconies that the Towers had. The sun was setting and over the horizon, the stars could be seen shining. Many of the stars were moving faster. Those, Krokukkon knew, would be the many ships entering and exiting Coruscant airspace. In the many years since coming here, he had never tired of the sight.

“Master, is everything all right?” asked Sebe. The Wookie looked at his Padawan and put a hairy paw on his shoulder. Looking back towards the skies, he saw one of the many moving stars flying outwards into the night. The universe would be safe, he thought, as long as the Jedi were still around. But the Wookie wished upon that moving star that he would never lose his friend Jann Duvey nor the many that his long travels had given him.

With that said, Krokukkon roared towards the night sky.

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