Phantom Pains
He'd finally fallen into some sort of routine, he'd wake up, walk the grounds, speak to his brother, meditate, then report to the healers. Again and again, day after day. Cale's mind was still 'a series of locked doors' that the Order's mentalists had to slowly and carefully open, a duty which they took with the same dedication the rest of the order brought to stamping out the dark in the galaxy.
But today was different, today everyone broke routine, and it hadn't taken long to figure out why. The Galactic Alliance, the stalwart ally of the Silver Jedi, the greatest force for good in their increasingly dark galaxy, the faction he had sworn loyalty to, had fallen. Worlds burned, Coruscant once again was up in flame, the Jedi torn apart once again from within.
How many were like him? How many of them were mindless drones forced against their will? Cale suspected few if any, and that those who had betrayed their comrades had done so knowingly, if that was worse he couldn't say, it didn't matter though, he hadn't been there to stop it.
Leaning on the crutch he'd been using since his arrival, his leg still slowly healing from the plethora of breaks he'd acquired smashing an X-Wing into the ground, Cale looked out into the dense forests of the Wookie homeworld somberly. Once again darkness was rising across the galaxy, but this time the dying of the light came suddenly without warning.
The Republic had died slowly, falling apart piece by piece from within and without, the Alliance was just gone, drowned in a wave of darkness which he had been powerless to stop. Letting out a deep sigh, the crestfallen Jedi wondered how long it would be until they were here, sabers alight as their soldiers put Kashyyyk to the torch and the Silver Jedi along with it.
He didn't know for sure, but he imagined it would be soon, all Cale could hope for was that he would be allowed to stand against them for the good of the galaxy.
As he stood there, he sensed something that frightened him much more than the Sith; someone familiar, someone who he had wronged all that time ago.
[member="Tallia Farn"]
But today was different, today everyone broke routine, and it hadn't taken long to figure out why. The Galactic Alliance, the stalwart ally of the Silver Jedi, the greatest force for good in their increasingly dark galaxy, the faction he had sworn loyalty to, had fallen. Worlds burned, Coruscant once again was up in flame, the Jedi torn apart once again from within.
How many were like him? How many of them were mindless drones forced against their will? Cale suspected few if any, and that those who had betrayed their comrades had done so knowingly, if that was worse he couldn't say, it didn't matter though, he hadn't been there to stop it.
Leaning on the crutch he'd been using since his arrival, his leg still slowly healing from the plethora of breaks he'd acquired smashing an X-Wing into the ground, Cale looked out into the dense forests of the Wookie homeworld somberly. Once again darkness was rising across the galaxy, but this time the dying of the light came suddenly without warning.
The Republic had died slowly, falling apart piece by piece from within and without, the Alliance was just gone, drowned in a wave of darkness which he had been powerless to stop. Letting out a deep sigh, the crestfallen Jedi wondered how long it would be until they were here, sabers alight as their soldiers put Kashyyyk to the torch and the Silver Jedi along with it.
He didn't know for sure, but he imagined it would be soon, all Cale could hope for was that he would be allowed to stand against them for the good of the galaxy.
As he stood there, he sensed something that frightened him much more than the Sith; someone familiar, someone who he had wronged all that time ago.
[member="Tallia Farn"]