Warden of Concordia
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ANVIL OF CONCORDIA
The viewport of the Warden's chamber framed the endless dark, but Siv Kryze saw more than stars. His Nite Owl helmet sealed around him, the hiss of the respirator fading into silence as the HUD came alive—tracking heat vents from the forges below, mapping orbiting traffic lanes in pale blue lines.And then—something else.
A flicker, like static crawling across his vision, though it was no fault of his systems. The Force pressed at the edges of perception, subtle, but insistent. Siv stilled, letting the quiet settle through him.
There. A ripple, raw and untamed. It didn't announce itself like the practiced focus of a Jedi Knight, nor coil like the venom of a Sith. This was something sharper—instinctive, storm-tossed. A spark without form.
His HUD cross-referenced Concordia's docking arrays. A small freighter had cut through the traffic net minutes ago, hull profile battered but holding together, its registration falsified with amateur care. His visor tagged it in red, pulsing faintly.
Siv tilted his head, the reflection of forge-fire streaking across the owl-faced visor. Beneath beskar, his jaw tightened. A presence… untaught. Unaware.
He let the Force flow through him, measuring the shape of what lingered within that ship. Pain. Defiance. The weight of survival worn like armor. And something deeper—an ember of the same fire that lived within him.
A name did not come. Only the certainty that whoever they were, they would change the rhythm of Concordia's forge.
His gauntlet brushed the spear magnet-locked to his back. Then he turned from the viewport, voice low but steady over comms.
"Track the new arrival. No interference… yet."
The visor caught the light once more before the door hissed open and Siv strode into the corridors of the Anvil. Somewhere out there, a storm had landed.
And he meant to meet it.
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Veyla Krinn
Veyla Krinn