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"Wanderer." The voice sounded distant.
Blaster fire ripped through the night. The sky was splintered with a bombardment of screams. The dark side of the Force was heavy in the air. A Jedi and a small group of soldiers were locked in battle with the Sith. Drawing on the Force, he sprinted with incredible speed towards the skirmish. Focused entirely on the battle ahead, Tyrius missed the rocket flying towards them. Instead of using the Force to push it into the sky, possibly hitting a building and showering his allies with debris, he skidded to a stop and put all of his will into slamming the rocket into the ground at his feet. The rocket's trajectory began to deviate as he pulled it ward him. Moments before impact, Tryius glanced at his allies ahead of them, hoping they had gained the upper hand. To his dismay, two more Sith had snuck up behind them. The last thing he saw was Force lightning flying from their hands before he was thrown across the street by rocket's explosion. He landed in a bloody pile, his vision fading as smoke and debris covered his broken body.
"Wanderer." A small nudge followed the distant voice this time as he jerked back to consciousness. Tyrius slowly looked up into the eyes of a small man standing awkwardly in front of him, his haunting dream still lingering in his mind. "Pardon me, sir, but we've landed on Kashyyyk," he locked eyes with Tyrius and quickly looked down, almost as if embarrassed, "Please Jedi, there must be some other way I can repay you. You've done so much for me and asked for so little." Slowly standing to his feet, The Wanderer used his staff to prop himself up as he leaned forward towards his compatriot, a soft smile on his face as if to reassure him that all was ok. "I told you, I'm no Jedi. Work hard, be honest, keep out of trouble, and most importantly, stay alive. You were able to get me a ride to Kashyyyk, that is payment enough, my friend. Now it's time for me to go. Safe travels, and may the Force be with you."
Shouldering his satchel, Tyrius proceeded down the dock towards the bustling star port on Kashyyyk. During his travels he had often heard tales of this Silver Jedi Order and their mission to heal and protect. He knew not if these rumors were true, but after years of traveling alone, The Wanderer decided that a group of like minded people could do more good than a lone man hiding among the shadows. Kashyyyk was a beautiful planet, the wookiees some of the most honorable he'd ever met. If ever there were a group he was willing to pledge his life to again, surely, this was it.
Blaster fire ripped through the night. The sky was splintered with a bombardment of screams. The dark side of the Force was heavy in the air. A Jedi and a small group of soldiers were locked in battle with the Sith. Drawing on the Force, he sprinted with incredible speed towards the skirmish. Focused entirely on the battle ahead, Tyrius missed the rocket flying towards them. Instead of using the Force to push it into the sky, possibly hitting a building and showering his allies with debris, he skidded to a stop and put all of his will into slamming the rocket into the ground at his feet. The rocket's trajectory began to deviate as he pulled it ward him. Moments before impact, Tryius glanced at his allies ahead of them, hoping they had gained the upper hand. To his dismay, two more Sith had snuck up behind them. The last thing he saw was Force lightning flying from their hands before he was thrown across the street by rocket's explosion. He landed in a bloody pile, his vision fading as smoke and debris covered his broken body.
"Wanderer." A small nudge followed the distant voice this time as he jerked back to consciousness. Tyrius slowly looked up into the eyes of a small man standing awkwardly in front of him, his haunting dream still lingering in his mind. "Pardon me, sir, but we've landed on Kashyyyk," he locked eyes with Tyrius and quickly looked down, almost as if embarrassed, "Please Jedi, there must be some other way I can repay you. You've done so much for me and asked for so little." Slowly standing to his feet, The Wanderer used his staff to prop himself up as he leaned forward towards his compatriot, a soft smile on his face as if to reassure him that all was ok. "I told you, I'm no Jedi. Work hard, be honest, keep out of trouble, and most importantly, stay alive. You were able to get me a ride to Kashyyyk, that is payment enough, my friend. Now it's time for me to go. Safe travels, and may the Force be with you."
Shouldering his satchel, Tyrius proceeded down the dock towards the bustling star port on Kashyyyk. During his travels he had often heard tales of this Silver Jedi Order and their mission to heal and protect. He knew not if these rumors were true, but after years of traveling alone, The Wanderer decided that a group of like minded people could do more good than a lone man hiding among the shadows. Kashyyyk was a beautiful planet, the wookiees some of the most honorable he'd ever met. If ever there were a group he was willing to pledge his life to again, surely, this was it.