MANDALORE
In the northern forest, amid the veshok trees, kneeled Kade Kol-Rekali.
Far from any civilization, he needed a moment to think. The rage burned in his belly, constant. Only killing those who slaughtered his people on Dathomir would sate it. Blood demanded blood.
When he closed his eyes, he still saw the burning village. Men, women, and children laying dead in the dirt. Slaughtered, as if by a crazed rancor that killed only for the sake of killing.
Some had forgiven them. Kade could not see how.
They deserved to suffer.
They deserved to pay.
Reaching out, he felt the flow around him, most called it the Force, and he delved deep into its currents. A sense of awareness came to his mind, like sunlight evaporating the morning mist. He could feel the life surging around him, in the trees, in the animals, in the wind itself.
But in it, Kade could not find peace.
In the northern forest, amid the veshok trees, kneeled Kade Kol-Rekali.
Far from any civilization, he needed a moment to think. The rage burned in his belly, constant. Only killing those who slaughtered his people on Dathomir would sate it. Blood demanded blood.
When he closed his eyes, he still saw the burning village. Men, women, and children laying dead in the dirt. Slaughtered, as if by a crazed rancor that killed only for the sake of killing.
Some had forgiven them. Kade could not see how.
They deserved to suffer.
They deserved to pay.
Reaching out, he felt the flow around him, most called it the Force, and he delved deep into its currents. A sense of awareness came to his mind, like sunlight evaporating the morning mist. He could feel the life surging around him, in the trees, in the animals, in the wind itself.
But in it, Kade could not find peace.