New Alderaan glimmered. An impossible jewel set in the darkness of space, a reminder of perseverance. The few souls who banded together after their home was destroyed had managed to create a powerful symbol of hope. Decades and decades later, New Alderaan stood proudly on the galactic stage. The symbolism was not lost on Alex as she slowly walked the streets of the Capital. She was being asked to fight on when her own world had been nearly destroyed. Stand tall, face forward, keep going, even as she struggled to stay upright.
She had sworn she would wander the paths they walked together while searching for the President’s lost droid. She would not continue to be morose. Here she was walking those same steps. Her eyes lingering where their bond had grown stronger. What are you doing, Alex? She could almost hear his voice. What was she doing? The Force offered no clear path. There was no one way to mourn. She had only known she would lose her mind if she spent another moment in that Temple.
That was why Alex had come to New Alderaan. Before his death, Max had been searching for allies. Anyone who would offer safe harbor to the Jedi and stand beside them. He had grand plans for a Temple on New Alderaan. They had come here to take those first few steps together. Max would never see that dream realized. Alex could not explain why she felt this was how best to honor his memory. Build what he never had a chance to start. She had to do something…anything.
Unfortunately, she was far less well known and politically connected than Max. The Morellian Jedi Master had come here on a whim, hoping, praying for a sign. She felt utterly foolish. The Force did not work that way. She knew the Force did not work that way. Yet, here she was, wandering the street of New Alderaan waiting for some bright flashing lights to lead the way. There was a path to getting what they needed. She simply could not see it.
Her hands ran through her short hair. At least she was not alone. Alex had asked Sevrin to meet her in the Capital. She barely knew the Jedi Knight, but at her lowest he had been an anchor for her to hold. That was all she needed to know. The Order needed to bond together. That started with her.
@Sreeya
She had sworn she would wander the paths they walked together while searching for the President’s lost droid. She would not continue to be morose. Here she was walking those same steps. Her eyes lingering where their bond had grown stronger. What are you doing, Alex? She could almost hear his voice. What was she doing? The Force offered no clear path. There was no one way to mourn. She had only known she would lose her mind if she spent another moment in that Temple.
That was why Alex had come to New Alderaan. Before his death, Max had been searching for allies. Anyone who would offer safe harbor to the Jedi and stand beside them. He had grand plans for a Temple on New Alderaan. They had come here to take those first few steps together. Max would never see that dream realized. Alex could not explain why she felt this was how best to honor his memory. Build what he never had a chance to start. She had to do something…anything.
Unfortunately, she was far less well known and politically connected than Max. The Morellian Jedi Master had come here on a whim, hoping, praying for a sign. She felt utterly foolish. The Force did not work that way. She knew the Force did not work that way. Yet, here she was, wandering the street of New Alderaan waiting for some bright flashing lights to lead the way. There was a path to getting what they needed. She simply could not see it.
Her hands ran through her short hair. At least she was not alone. Alex had asked Sevrin to meet her in the Capital. She barely knew the Jedi Knight, but at her lowest he had been an anchor for her to hold. That was all she needed to know. The Order needed to bond together. That started with her.
@Sreeya