Mara D'Lessio Merrill
The Lesser D'Lessio
OOC context: The Alliance invasion thread of Coruscant has ended, and a winner hasn't been decided, but it looks like a probable Alliance victory.
[member="Darron Wraith"]
CORUSCANT
The more she tried to remember, the more the past few days were a blur. The Galactic Alliance had invaded Coruscant. Mara had led a strike team of Jedi Masters on a long, brutal climb up from the undercity to the so-called Valley of the Dark Lords where the Jedi Temple had once stood. Darron Wraith had once used the same route to slide down from the Jedi Temple to a secret holocron vault, where her father had found him on Je'gan Olra'en's orders. Olra'en was long gone, Jorus was far from the canny swoop pilot he'd been at the time, and Darron Wraith was largely legend. But Jorus had passed word to his daughter: Wraith was alive, and he was fighting on Coruscant. Not under the Galactic Alliance banner, just a Jedi coming home.
Jorus had connected them, two warriors trying to root out the last of the Sith. Mara, after leading the strike team to the Valley, had joined her powers with a number of Jedi and used the fabled Ankarres Sapphire to cleanse the Force nexus, one of the strongest in the galaxy. She'd rested all she could since then, but now another task demanded as much power as she could muster. And, unfortunately, more. That was where the retired Grandmaster came in.
She'd holed up in a blaster-pocked Sith temple, one of several small temples that lined the Valley of Dark Lords. From here she could look down into the undercity, or out across the Valley, or off toward edifices of Sith administrative power. Wherever she looked, the last dregs of the fighting continued, barely-visible sparks of blades and gunfire.
In a stone room near the temple's apex, she'd set up an array of Force crystals of various types, all adamantly Light Side, doing to this part of the Valley what she'd done to the nexus below. She meditated here, trying to draw refreshment and endurance from the purified Force.
[member="Darron Wraith"]
CORUSCANT
The more she tried to remember, the more the past few days were a blur. The Galactic Alliance had invaded Coruscant. Mara had led a strike team of Jedi Masters on a long, brutal climb up from the undercity to the so-called Valley of the Dark Lords where the Jedi Temple had once stood. Darron Wraith had once used the same route to slide down from the Jedi Temple to a secret holocron vault, where her father had found him on Je'gan Olra'en's orders. Olra'en was long gone, Jorus was far from the canny swoop pilot he'd been at the time, and Darron Wraith was largely legend. But Jorus had passed word to his daughter: Wraith was alive, and he was fighting on Coruscant. Not under the Galactic Alliance banner, just a Jedi coming home.
Jorus had connected them, two warriors trying to root out the last of the Sith. Mara, after leading the strike team to the Valley, had joined her powers with a number of Jedi and used the fabled Ankarres Sapphire to cleanse the Force nexus, one of the strongest in the galaxy. She'd rested all she could since then, but now another task demanded as much power as she could muster. And, unfortunately, more. That was where the retired Grandmaster came in.
She'd holed up in a blaster-pocked Sith temple, one of several small temples that lined the Valley of Dark Lords. From here she could look down into the undercity, or out across the Valley, or off toward edifices of Sith administrative power. Wherever she looked, the last dregs of the fighting continued, barely-visible sparks of blades and gunfire.
In a stone room near the temple's apex, she'd set up an array of Force crystals of various types, all adamantly Light Side, doing to this part of the Valley what she'd done to the nexus below. She meditated here, trying to draw refreshment and endurance from the purified Force.