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The Jedi fought as one to protect their home. To hold as long as they could for their brothers and sisters to escape. A piece of Caris waged that same battle. A piece growing smaller as the whispers in the dark corners of his mind grew louder…but it wasn’t fear that slowly grew from those...

It began in earnest. The war of the Light against the Dark. Suddenly, Caris felt quiet a fool. He had happily faced down Sith on Ithor, Ossus twice, and Yavin. Those had been Sith he could understand. A power that felt close to his own. This was something else entirely. The Force brought to bear...

He was dead once. Oh, they had tried to tell him he was alive, but he knew better. The body of Caris Orlan was buried on Yavin, or at least the man he had once been. Through desperation and despair, he had found a heartbeat again. Months…a year…slowly he could breathe. The students he took on...

He turned back around. Shrugging again. “The masters and I…well…we have some disagreements.” That was putting things very lightly. “That training works for some, but not all.” Caris shook his head slightly. “And it’s not stubborn. You are.” He raised a hand to ward off another verbal attack...

“None of that.” He shook her hand with the good one. “You call me Caris and I’ll call you Rain.” He’d never been one for formality. Even less since Yavin. There really was no point. A fancy title wouldn’t stop a Sith from ramming a blade in his guts. They barely had time for pleasantries before...

More Padawans. He could not escape them. Try as he might, Caris was haunted by an endless stream of teens. It was his nightmare. He had once been one of the Order’s finest Shadows. A man who had saved millions of lives on Ithor. Who stood against the Darkisde at all turns. He’d been something...

He mood blackened. These children had no respect…not that he deserved any…but still. He put his life on the line too many times to be sassed by some snot nosed Padawan. “Caris Orlan.” His name did carry some weight in the Order. He’d gone three rounds with the Demon Prince and fought Draugr off...

“Ha!” His blade crashed down, sending Vida to her keister and the hilt spinning away. That wasn’t of much interest to him. Even with one arm, a sparsely trained Padawan shouldn’t be a challenge. A part of him was secretly glad that remained true. The real fascination was Vida. “That was it.” He...

The crackle of dueling sabers rang in the room. Caris’ mind flashed back for a moment. Focus. You’re on Ithor. He let Vida slide away. His eyes tracking her backward. “That is a training saber.” He spun his own yellow blade. “And this has been adjusted.” He waved the blade back and forth. “It’s...

Were none of them normal. Vida cried the first time they met. Now this one had hyperinsulinism. “Fuck.” He pushed the lollipop back at the kid. “Here.” He just wanted a normal day…or whatever passed for normal for him these days. “Don’t get all worked up.” Caris did not want another crying...

The girl struck first. His own yellow blade flash left to right, batting the blue saber aside back towards Vida’s chest. Caris let out a snort of laughter. “Good.” He bounced back slightly. “Most Masters will tell you to fight fair…honorably” His eyes narrowed. “We fight to win. To survive.” He...

He paced. Stalking back and forth like a caged animal. No matter what he tried, Caris could not escape Ithor…and the ceaseless whining of the Padawans that lined its halls. Vida was one thing. She was forced into his care. The rest of this mewling children were another matter entirely. He’d...

“Oh, we are doing this.” His own saber popped into his hand. He casually flicked the settings to adjust the blade. The yellow blade casting a soft glow in the room. “You’re stuck with me, and I’m stuck with you.” His eyes slid past her an into the Ithorian forest. “I really doubt you want to...

Caris leveled a flat stare. “Almost lost my life too.” He hated reliving Yavin. How many times had he been asked to recount those events? He was tired of explaining over and over how utterly he had failed. Caris took a deep breath. Shoving his anger down. It did not control him. He was in...

He almost stopped the tears. Caris was taking that as a win. The truth was, he had never been very good with kids or adults. That was one of the many reasons the solitude of his former work had suited him so well. But those days were far behind him. He could at least try to do as told. The first...

Oh fuck. “No…no…damn it…don’t do that.” The words stammered out of Caris. He walked forward, palms out, trying to seem reassuring. Failing to be reassuring. He stopped and stepped back. Rubbing his eyes. “Just stop it, okay?” If only the wise Jedi could see him now. Not even a full conversation...

Get out of the Temple Caris…it’ll be good for you Caris. The never-ending drone of the Master’s had rang in his ears for weeks in Brighthome. They thought they knew what was good for him. They didn’t. Caris had seen enough of the galaxy. He’d rarely stepped foot in a Temple after becoming a...

Caris watched the Padawans get manhandled by the training droids. A small smile, the first in weeks, crept up his face. Something about watching them fall down was hilarious. He fondly remembered his time in getting hit in the chest by stun bolt. Well, he sure as hell wasn’t going in the field...

Weird. Caris picked up an arm, set it down, and grasped another for inspection. He could still feel the phantom fingers stretching in his missing limb. An incredible strange experience trying to decide on an arm. He shook his head. Setting the latest on the table. The healer looking expectantly...

He took a deep breath. He could sense Taz anchoring himself in the Light. A lifeline should Caris choose to reach out and grab it. He shook his head. No. That was not meant for him. His voice remained low as he spoke. “You don’t think I know that?” He turned back around. “I’m not some lovestruck...