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Jon was standing, but barely. His entire body seemed to be aching and his hands shook from excessive use of the Force and also excessive battering by the storm beast's attacks. But as the thing turned around and began walking way, relief took over and almost immediately Jon collapse to the...

Jon prayed that Fen had something brilliant up his sleeve because he could see what the creature was preparing and he wasn't sure how long he could go on distracting it when it responded to distractions with huge blasts of thunder! But here and now he couldn't wait for Fen's plan to work as...

Distract it?! Jon thought incredulously as Fen ran by and jumped, literally jumped at the storm titan. Jon had barely a moment to react to the tiny Jedi Master's words and with barely a glance to take measure of his surroundings, did the first thing that came to mind. Reaching out with the...

Jon watched as Cregan evaded his attacks and finally released the Force he had been gathering. He reached out and pulled at the very air around the Sith Lord, snapping it shut around him in a ball that would begin to attempt crushing and suffocating him. Jon would attempt to hold the attack as...

Jon didn't make any reply to Cregan's response, or Evanrdus as he now called himself. He wondered if Wyck got mental whiplash form all the Jedi he once knew who went around under these new names, one alone was more than enough for Jon to deal with. The moment Jon felt the pressure on his head...

Jon stood behind Master Wyck, the Force coursing through him as he observed the captive through all sense available to him, both mundane and arcane. Having gone back to the scene of the crime and witness the aftermath of the blast, Jon was not about to take any risks with this. Even if it was...

Jon felt nothing but a sense of inevitability as he walked through the temple, feeling himself being pulled to a destination he couldn't quite see but could sense that he could not avoid. There was a familiarity to it, the Darkness that he had felt descend on Dawn Temple. It almost reminded him...

With little objection to his attempts to catch up and shoot him down, Jon watched as his stun bolts hit the man who had tried to make a run for it. His Force grip caught the map as the shots knocked him out, and Jon carefully lowered him to the ground. Walking up to the man, as security...

Jon had almost been late for the meeting, his first Council meeting since being appointed to the High Council. That would have definitely been a great way to kick things off, but luckily the lobotomy obsessed droid had reminded him of the meeting. Not because he wanted to make sure Jon got there...

There had been a time when Jon had felt hopeless in the face of the evil spreading through the Galaxy, trying to do his best to fight against it but simply lacking the strength to do so. So he had trained, and studied, and spent a great deal of sweat and blood to gain that strength. That's why...

Jon didn't know why this always happened every time he was on Alderaan. Somehow things always went south. This wasn't how things were supposed to go, they were supposed to have a little chat with Albrecht Harlow, one of the leaders of House Harlow and convince him to sign on for the Jedi's...

A peace summit, something about that felt very right to Jon. The Republic seemed to have made up its time to throw their weight behind House Harlow, but he wondered if that was the best path forward. Everyone knew how effective the Imperial PR machine had been in the past, victory or defeat...

As Jon broke into the tree line, he spotted Grunt running off after Fen had managed to successfully halt his flight, and Fen running after him. With not a great deal of time on hand to actually think of an elaborate plan of action just then, he did the simplest thing and simply ran after them...

Jon had indeed advised caution in the past, he had done his best to make sure the Republic focused on building its strength and not getting pulled into a premature fight with the Sith that it was in no position to win. But this though, this was different. This was an attempt by the Hutts to hurt...

Jon had faced many moments in his life where the path had been unclear to him, doubt clouding his vision. When he had found himself in a hospital bed after losing a bed, wondering how he would move ahead. When he had pulled out of hyperspace on Jedha to find the Holy City under Sith attack. But...

Jon accepted the glass the Empress floated to him, what else was he supposed to do? Act like a child and refuse while the glass floating in front of him? No, he had grown beyond that. Besides there was nothing to be gained by refusing the glass. So he nodded as he plucked the glass out of the...

Jon was glad that Master Wyck had rescued the situation. The Prime Minister's outburst wasn't what he had hoped for, but he could understand where it came from. It actually made it a little easier for Jon to trust him. It was now evident to Jon that he really did care for his daughter, and...

Jon didn't move as the rocks seemed to rise, just staring as they quickly revealed themselves to be something more than just rocks. It was a creature, one inexplicably large creature. He wasn't really sure what he should be paying attention to, it's size, it's frighteningly loud roar, or the...

Jon paused before answering the question, thinking back to Jedha and then to the Master's trials he had given not too long ago, when a similar question had been put forward to him. His resolve hadn't changed because of recent events, he still believed in his earlier answers. "Intelligence...

Jon tried his best to not look at the other Councilors as Master Wyck responded to his suggestion, he could sense the disapproval in a few glances. Thankfully Master Wyck seemed to agree with him, and so he focused on him. He was really bothered either way by who did and didn't agree with him...