
The Bastion
Virgillia, First Order Space
In that time, he had grown a little stronger, a little more colder and a lot more confident. He had finished his new lightsaber, a crossguard blade with the dark side crystal from Mustafar, cracked in the ceiling collapse but born out of the Dark Side and the fiery hell it was formed in.
His scar under his eye had reddened, becoming more deeper due to the toxic infection that had irritated it, and his eyes were darker.
He was the same, but different. Now, he returned to the Bastion a changed man.
Early morning brought shadows cascading across the mountain retreat as the sun rose, and distant moons could be seen in the distance up above. The shore was still and a few fishermen crested the surface for the catch of the day. It was a moment of peace and quiet on the planet.
Connor licked his bottom lip slowly as he looked out over the lake, standing a few feet from the hangar entrance. The ship was docked that he had taken, and this was time for a bit of centering and fresh air. He wore his black tunic, minus the cloak that he was repairing after the duel on Katarr - a small price to pay for a wonderful outcome.
In truth, he hadn't spared much time thinking about his allies. Not Kaalia, or Samka, Castor or Mishel. He knew they were well, but he had to sort himself out first. He didn't even chase Ara after she left the Lotus hold the last time they were together. There was no need, as the message was quite clear. Life moved on; they moved on. He had before and he would now. It was a shame, but that was the will of the Force.
Besides, she may not see the old Connor in the form of this new, rawer Disciple with eyes on becoming a Master once more and leading the First Order to glory.
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