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The threat of the Sith dissolved into nothing. Lyra only had eyes for the elevator doors, the pounding of claws against metal, the shrill cries and shrieks of the abominations behind it. Her fingers clenched on her lightsaber handle. A moment ago she’d never be caught dead so close to the Sith...

Fear jumped into her throat as the elevator doors slammed shut. Lyra had been sealed in the control room, trapped by the Sith, and with nowhere to run, she spun on her heels and raised her lightsaber in defense. If a cheap trick wasn’t enough to cover an escape, then she’d fight her way out...

Lyra’s breath caught. Undulating darkness spread from the man’s feet. It was like his shadow had a mind and body of its own, bathing the room in its muddy embrace. She was nearly blind, and her surroundings had dissolved into a chasm of black. Everything had. And since he’d practically forced...

Lyra watched him skeptically. The man’s words stung, but he wasn’t wrong. As much as she claimed to be a Jedi, she hardly fought like one. Despite spending years on Ajan Kloss, she’d stayed confined to the archives, paging through history books and Republic treatises instead of learning how to...

None of the cultists seemed very keen to fall into an orderly line. They rushed her all at once, like a swarm of flesh-eating moths, but Lyra was more than ready for them. She slipped into one of the stances from an old Jedi text she’d read back in the temple, left leg pulled back and her...

“They were,” Lyra whispered. Master Kell’s and Lila’s death were still fresh. She couldn’t scrub from her mind the sound of the padawan's gurgling throat, or her bloodcurdling screams, as she was torn apart by a descending pack of abominations. How Lyra had managed to survive, or at the very...

Lyra’s blade sang through the air. She slashed through another abomination swooping down to claw at her back, severing its legs in a spatter of black blood, and the creature plunged and impaled itself on a patch of jutting rock. She didn’t know where this power, this energy, was coming from—but...

The world around her had dissolved into nightmare. Spurts of lightning was all that revealed them, and when she cast her eyes to the clouds, she found a dozen of the creatures circling her like vultures. A bright thorn of regret stabbed into her side. Or was it a cramp? It had been years since...

Master Kell’s hand cut through the air, and in a blur of movement and light, he split the winged monster in half. Black blood spattered onto her cheeks and her jaw went slack in disgust, only for the rain to wash it away moments later. Lila was dumbstruck. Master Kell, to no surprise to anyone...

Mud splashing at her shoes, she trailed Lila and Master Kell through the storm. Her hair, an inky slice of night, thrashed against the wind. Her ruddy cheeks felt cold and rock solid. Rain stung her squinting eyes. She’d barely made it five steps out of the ship and already wanted to turn back...

Lyra drifted out of the shuttle, a leaf on the wind, studying the scenery laid out before her like an open book. This visit was a first, but she had read plenty about Eadu in the archives back at the temple, everything from its scattershot atmosphere to the dark thunderstorms that drenched the...

The Jedi could smell the musk of death about him. The stench of rotting flesh, and rusted iron, an odor only blood could give. Little did she know the smell was coming from elsewhere inside the station, down the intersecting corridors they now clashed in, from the mangled bodies of the undead...

Lyra shouldn’t have been surprised the man ignored her question. Last time she came face to face with a Sith, her questions went unanswered too. What did she expect? Introductions, smalltalk, negotiations? Lyra understood the Dark Side of the Force enough to know that there would be no room for...

Lyra heard the rumors before. The dead rising, starved for nothing but flesh and blood. It was a disease that had swept the edges of the Outer-Rim, leaping from one waystation to another. At least, according to survivors, few as they were. The Free Worlds Alliance, and many more in the Jedi...

Lyra had a few choice words for the very real nightmare laid out before her, but there was no point in saying it. A blanket of rain and grief had descended over the burial grounds, over the temple and the memorial inside. Lyra didn’t have to know them personally to feel the pain and heartache...

Her footsteps echoed on the stone, the walls around her a crushing presence before she and Riz’kacha stumbled into an open chamber. The source of Brahe’s cry, and the cold feeling they had sensed. He was surrounded by starved kinrath, teeth gnashing and claws swiping for a chance to tear Brahe...

“Not today,” said Lyra, and then the reflection was gone. It was right though. Someday, she would face it again, this mysterious Dark Side, and when the truth was revealed and all the cards laid bare, Lyra wasn’t sure what she’d do. The best Lyra could do now was hope that in the future, she’d...

“Yes, and if the Council doesn’t answer, if the Rangers refuse to listen, then I guess it’s up to us do something about this.” She hoped that wouldn’t be the case, but a part of her had a feeling it would. The Council had been largely silent, speaking out only in times of peril and chaos, as...

Lyra opened her eyes to find the dark specter of herself still there. Still watching. Her laughter was cold and terrible, and the tone of her voice alone struck a chord. The reflection’s words dug in deep, a dread that crawled into her chest to make a home. Lyra was afraid, unsure of what else...

Lyra shared the same level of uncertainty as Nara, unsure of what laid ahead for them and the drive in their possession. What the information contained would be more than enough for the Jedi to pursue and put an end to the slave trafficking ring, but did they even have the time, or the effort...