Kitter Bitters
Keeper of Bitter Tales from the Galaxy
Location: Lasan - Northern Cave System
The signal went out without signature or flourish. No sender. No emblem. Only a familiar cipher that was old, precise, and unmistakable to those who had learned it by heart. A pattern woven into light and silence, taught only to Jedi in their earliest days.
For many, it was the first whisper of the Order in weeks. In the space of a breath, the galaxy had changed. The Galactic Alliance had fallen. The New Jedi Order had been shattered. The Temple on Coruscant, once a beacon of calm and clarity, now stood beneath Imperial banners, its halls patrolled by those who did not understand the echoes they walked through.
No procession would come through marble corridors. Gone were the gathered Masters beneath vaulted ceilings. The capital's open sky would not hear the ancient rites. Instead, fire would fill the silence.
Meanwhile, on Lasan, far from the Core and its watchful eyes, the wind cut across the plains and whispered through the mouth of the northern caves. At sundown, when the light bled gold into shadow, a pyre had been prepared as a simple, respectful, final resting place.
The Jedi arrived alone or in pairs. Some were cloaked. Others, weary. Wounds hid, deepest where none could see. Many doubted if others still breathed. Some had not spoken to a fellow Jedi since the night of the fall.
Yet they came.
They came for a Master who had guided them. For a teacher who had listened when the Force was unclear. For a voice that had steadied them in doubt, and challenged them in certainty. They came because even now, some things still mattered.
They came to honor the fallen Master Thalos Ren as he was returned to the living Force.
((Feel free to make up how your character knows Master Thalos. He is an NPC that could have interacted with your character in any way you want!))