Silver Jedi Temple Ruins
Voss, Voss System
Where the once mighty temple of the Silver Jedi Order stood, a tall, imposing building that shone as a beacon of peace and justice in a dark universe, there was nothing but rubble and ruin.
The natural erosion of wind, rain and baking sun had been instrumental in breaking apart the materials that had built the temple bit by bit. Moss and vines snaked from the earth up around columns of stone and through preserved metal frames. If one looked closely, a few remnants of scorched material and chips of metal and steel could be seen scattered in the surrounding areas.
Black ash and loose embers signaled fires that had ravaged areas of the temple and brought it down. Looters, pirates, Sith, Imperials – anyone and anything out to scavenge what they could from the Silver Jedi had been here. While the Silver Council had moved all their resources and equipment out in a well-executed move to Kashyyyk, it didn’t stop those hunting secrets and relics that could be sold for profit or twisted with the Dark Side of the Force.
The waterfalls that the temple had been built both on and around had bled through the weakened foundations and structures, now pouring through the earth and across the ruins itself. Small, deep pools over water filled craters left by the collapse.
It was ghostly quiet.
It was also strangely comforting.
Nothing around but nature and the Force itself.
Connor stood atop a chunk of rock, hands behind his back and cowl hanging from his shoulders. In his mind’s eye, he could picture where everything once stood. How long had it been since he was here last? A good few years at least.
He saw the hundreds of Padawans and Knights and Masters he had crossed over the years, from coming into what was just a small collection of beings with the same vision growing to become home for all across the galaxy. The many floors of the temple were mapped out when he looked left and right. It was easy to imagine where they once stood and where they lead. Training rooms, meditation chambers, data banks, libraries, council quarters, dojos, social areas….the lot.
If he was right, then he was standing in the space his quarters used to be. Now, it was nothing but a void of dry earth, stone and some moss. Even the gardens had been decimated. The memorial garden now full of junk and metal. That was a sight that hurt to see, for Connor had lost many friends over the years and their legacy lived on in that very garden.
Where did it all go wrong? What happened to pull the Silver Jedi away? Was he a factor and his leaks with the Sith Empire? Did the Heavenshield family lose their vision and left a desperate Order to flee uncertain times?
Either way, this place was nothing more than a memory. A place that once thrived with the Force and welcomed esteemed members of powerful factions from across the galaxy to change things for the better now a pile of rubble.
Yet, it had called to him, ever since leaving. The planet. The temple. Even the catacombs within the waterfall itself.
Connor knew he had to come back, one day, but why?