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The fates of the galaxy were shifting. Futures rising and falling in waves, the Force churning a hundred different paths. Uncertainty rested heavily across worlds. Something was changing, something was coming, the future was uncertain. Those with a hint of the Force in their blood could sense foreboding drifting through the cosmos. The war was coming to a head. A final terrible end. The Jedi or the Sith would survive, never both.
Korriban had fallen. Collapsed inward like the rotting corpse it was. The pain of the Sith had radiated across the galaxy. This was their greatest defeat in a decade. The culmination of the Jedi’s slow reclamation of their former strength. It had sent the Sith reeling, the Empire spinning into oblivion. Korriban was rubble but the Sith survived. They were spread across the Empire but now they answered the call. The Jedi had announced their intentions simply. The time of the Sith Empire was over. The Republic would return, they were coming. They gathered at their ancestral home of Jedha. They readied themselves to launch for the Core. It was everything they had. The Sith were ready. Whatever remained of Imperial strength marshaled on Jakku, a stopgap to prevent the Jedi from reaching the Core. The jungle world would be the arena of their final battle.
The Home Fleet burst from hyperspace. Dozens of Defender-class Cruisers, Corvettes, and Frigates swarmed towards Jakku. Shuttles, fighters, and bombers poured from their hangers. Ships rushed towards the surface. An Imperial Fleet was waiting but the strength of the Empire was in the jungle. Ready.
Grandmaster Alara Voren Skyell stood on the bridge of the Dauntless her eyes sweeping over the darkness of space. She could feel the Sith pulsing like a wound on the surface of Jakku. A miasma of darkness. She flicked on the fleet wide coms. There would be no heart lifting speech. “It is us or them. We win, or we die. If we lose the galaxy will be plunged into darkness. Fight well. Fight hard. May the Force Be With You.” She clicked the com off. In a matter of minutes, the Jedi forces would land and the fight would begin. Alara could feel a terrible presence in the Force, a horrible sinking darkness. She turned on her personal commlink. There was a fight ahead but not hers to have. “Corvo. He is here.” (@Phoenix) She stalked from the bridge to join her brothers and sisters down below.
OOC: Death Disabled
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