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Some months after beginning their search for former Jedi Master Efret Farr after her mysterious departure from Naboo, Knights Rix Braji and Miona Anten receive a major break in their efforts:
They identify her in the background of a few frames of a post-invasion broadcast from Humbarine's...
Following Humbarine Epilogue
:: At the time a livestream, this recording was received by a deep space Republic communications array. :: The practiced voice of the news anchor with it specific tone filled the research office. :: It captures the harrowing scene on the Core world after what...
Following Unforecast
Just as he had thought, he hadn't been able to sleep all night.
When it became morning, he slipped out of his dormitory into the hall. He hoped beyond hope that Miona was having better luck. He didn't dare disturb her. Even if she was awake, she was most likely trying her...
Following When the Light Doesn't Come
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The night was alive with enthused chatter and beautiful music. Plucked tunes from a duet of halliket intertwined with notes of a couple flutes and the voices of small, impromptu choir singing in Nabooian. Rix listened passively as he...
Regret clung to Rix like a second tunic. With every step, it tightened, until it hugged his torso so tightly that he realized he had forgotten to breathe. He inhaled sharply, jabbing air into his lungs, then let it rattle his chest as it expelled.
He stopped a few meters from the threshold into...
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"Hold up, brother."
A voice called out to Connel as he walked down the hall, as the Jedi who had gathered outside of the council chamber to support Cerys Dyn dispersed.
Rix jogged a few strides to catch up with the Shadow, then eased his pace back to a walk. "Knight Rix...
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Rix tried.
Oh, how he tried to temper the enthusiasm beating strong and bright in his heart.
But he was no blacksmith. He wasn't even a Researcher anymore.
He couldn't begin to conceptualize how he might earn back that title. Maybe he ought not try, let it lie for, say, a...