Phantom Pain
Location: Jedha
Tag:
Valor the Forsaken
Sith and Mandalorians now controlled large swaths of the Galaxy. To navigate while minimizing issue Ko and Valor would need to thread the needle between the borders of the galactic nations. Weaving between them to reach certain stars. The fact they didn’t own their own personal ship only complicated things further.
But there was another issue. Valor would need a lightsaber of their own which required a Kyber crystal. After some personal compilation the Kel Dor settled on where to find one for the Echani. The cratered desert moon of Jedha.
Even scarred and missing about a fifth of its mass, that did not fully dissuade the spiritually inclined of the galaxy from venturing to the Moon. Their wills are stronger than many of the lost holy sites and stronger than the ancient people that destroyed them. The unlikely duo would easily fit in among the pilgrims that still trekked to the moon.
Sitting in the transport Ko let Valor have the window seat. Giving the young echani an unrestricted view of the celestial body when the vessel came out of hyperspace. Onboard the transport were others. Pilgrims, scholars, sages, priests and monks from across the galaxy.
From the view port they could behold Jedha. The crater that scarred the moon was viewable from space and unignorable. Sorrowful echoes in The Force still echoed and reverberated from Jedha. This would be Ko’s first time on the moon. It softly let out a deep breath through his mask as they descended.
Around the planet was a faint ever present glitter. Shiny shards and particles of kyber that had been launched into orbit after calamity struck the moon. Creating something of a dazzling debris field that surrounded it.
Soon enough the transport touched down on the surface of the moon. Not too far from the massive creator that now functioned as a holy site in of itself. “I hope you’re ready for a bit of spelunking, Valor.” Ko said to the soon to be padawan as they exited the transport with their sparse belongings.
Tag:
Valor the Forsaken
Sith and Mandalorians now controlled large swaths of the Galaxy. To navigate while minimizing issue Ko and Valor would need to thread the needle between the borders of the galactic nations. Weaving between them to reach certain stars. The fact they didn’t own their own personal ship only complicated things further.
But there was another issue. Valor would need a lightsaber of their own which required a Kyber crystal. After some personal compilation the Kel Dor settled on where to find one for the Echani. The cratered desert moon of Jedha.
Even scarred and missing about a fifth of its mass, that did not fully dissuade the spiritually inclined of the galaxy from venturing to the Moon. Their wills are stronger than many of the lost holy sites and stronger than the ancient people that destroyed them. The unlikely duo would easily fit in among the pilgrims that still trekked to the moon.
Sitting in the transport Ko let Valor have the window seat. Giving the young echani an unrestricted view of the celestial body when the vessel came out of hyperspace. Onboard the transport were others. Pilgrims, scholars, sages, priests and monks from across the galaxy.
From the view port they could behold Jedha. The crater that scarred the moon was viewable from space and unignorable. Sorrowful echoes in The Force still echoed and reverberated from Jedha. This would be Ko’s first time on the moon. It softly let out a deep breath through his mask as they descended.
Around the planet was a faint ever present glitter. Shiny shards and particles of kyber that had been launched into orbit after calamity struck the moon. Creating something of a dazzling debris field that surrounded it.
Soon enough the transport touched down on the surface of the moon. Not too far from the massive creator that now functioned as a holy site in of itself. “I hope you’re ready for a bit of spelunking, Valor.” Ko said to the soon to be padawan as they exited the transport with their sparse belongings.