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“And to you.” She could barely manage a whisper. Imani was overcome with grief knowing her greatest friend was willingly marching to his death. She could feel it in the Force that this meeting was the last. There was no victory for the Order. But hope was strong. His actions would ripple...

The holocron was a feather in her hands but a heavy weight on her mind. What she held was the spark of the Jedi Order, a candle in a cube, but enough to light the stars. Whether its use would come in later decades, or centuries, or even a millennia, Imani was not sure and neither did she care...

Wyck was every bit right, and Imani hated it. As a youngling, now freed from slavery, she despised being told what to do and how to do it. She was a rebel, in heart and mind, always going where other Jedi would not. Under Wyck’s guidance, Imani was trained and disciplined on a day-to-day basis...

“If you sense my resolve, then you know why I’m here.” She said, her feet carrying her ever closer to the Grandmaster. “I’m here to fight, Wyck. For the Order. For you.” She attempted a heartfelt smile. Truth laid in her words but if one looked close enough, her commitment was not whole. Imani...

It was a miracle her personal ship was still in working condition. Being submerged in the clear waters of Ifrane, it only required minor tweaking for flight. Although, there were several occasions of near death, either due to an engine unexpectedly snap or a few broken controls here and there...

Imani said nothing. She was surprised to see Amina emerge into the clearing and sneak so close without her noticing. Maybe it was the other woman’s rigorous training, or maybe her own mind was too wrapped in her own thoughts to bother. She was divided, afraid, determined, willing. She was...

A master and an apprentice, a father and a daughter, one friend to another. The relationship they shared was more than an alliance. It was an attachment. A bond beyond formalities or simple friendship. Imani and Wyck were, in a way, connected through the Force. Whether across the stars or out of...

Truly, the sun was gone. Moons shined and stars glimmered in the darkness, but compared to day, they were dull. Imani thought herself hopeful. She believed the night would never last into an eternity. Night was darkest before the dawn, but how could she know? This moment was among the darkest...

Imani was silent at his words. Tython was gone. Her efforts for the Jedi Order came to nothing. The endless fight against the Sith was nearing its end. Everything was worse than she could have ever imagined, and yet, rather than scream above the waterfall, she was quiet. Despite the terrible...

Nightfall was coming. The sun and its heavy eye inched to a close as it passed into the horizon, replaced by the pale eyelid of the moon. Still, daylight remained. Countless threads of sunlight sewn itself into the sky, weaving a blanket of dull reds and deep purples and golden pinks. Every...

What can she remember? Not much. Her mind was rattled, brain like mesh in her skull. Bags weighed under her eyes from days of travel and weeks of guerrilla warfare. There was a strange ringing in her ears after the constant screech or roar of artillery or gunfire from her many battles. Her...

She saw the hope in his eyes, that tiny string he clung to for respite, and felt it flower inside her too. Imani was flattered, though had remained hopeless since the Jedi Order refused to accompany her to Ifrane. Yet with the details presented before her and the circumstances of the invasion...

“Your Majesty— thank you.” She nodded with a reassured smile. Imani was glad to know the King was neither upset nor distressed at seeing that she was all the Order could offer. In truth, the Jedi never even wanted her to leave. The bombardment on Jedha, the invasion of Ilum, the spike in Cartel...

In all of her adventures and pursuits, Imani Sage was alone. From a hot-headed Jedi Knight to an impassioned Jedi Master, not much had changed with the young woman. But she had grown smarter, stronger, wiser. Under further guidance of Master Wyck and through her experience alongside the Order...

Imani paused as she left Wyck’s hut behind. With one hand she clawed at her chest and with the other she leaned against the nearest tree. Her nails dug into the bark. Lips quivering, she breathed hard. Now more than ever, the young woman was fighting back tears even as they poured down her face...