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HUNGRY HUNGRY HIPPO!
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"More Jedaai than Manda."
The word repeated over and over again in the young warriors head. Years of turmoil and war had brought him here. From the valleys of the Zeison Sha to the Corrupt Dark days when Jack had let his rage drive him. From the Jungle of Dathomir to the Enclaves of the Greys.
And now he was here.
More Jedi than Witch, and more Witch than Mando.
The Dar'Manda Jedaai
Yeah it fit....
There was nothing in the air except the musty smell of the forest, earth and leaf crumbled and swished under the winds. The sun was just breaking the horizon, casting an orange pall across the swaying fields of grass. In a way it reminded him of back home, at the Raxis Homestead. A place he'd never be seeing again.
And here he was..
Everything here was tranquil. The streams nearby bubbled with life. A life which fed his resolve. A resolve as iron as cold wrought steel. To bring back to life a dying order. An order his Mother had been at odds with in her lifetime, but still respected. An old way a Code long forgotten. The Jedi of the Republic would rise once more.
A summons had been sent. Not through wire or through crude communications like a commlink. It was something deeper. A calling to this very place. A stone that cast ripples in the pond of the galaxy working it's way far and wide.
Call them home....
To a new Jedi Temple.
The ripples began to stir even more as Jacks weary eyes closed. His hand unbuckled his gun belt, tossing it aside into the tall grass. The suns rays beat his face and his hands rose up into the wind, palms open receiving the nourishing currents of the light.
A chant began in his mind, starting with a small dull syllable and growing ever stronger. This was deep magic. A combination of everything he'd ever learned, a culmination of multiple force traditions. This was a consecration of holy place.
The ground shook slightly, vines and leaves roaring to life.
He was here to build. This was no Council meeting, nor some dimly lit hall where they would banter in endless circles. This was a Temple raising, using nothing but the force. Each block would be set by the collective masses of the Jedi. Failing that he would set them himself, even if it took days, weeks and months.
When the deed was done, they'd have a new beginning, a new home.
A voice whispered across the stars
"Come, build with us."