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Prologue
War. War never changes.
The Dawn of the Republic was a burning dawn that had bathed the edge of the galaxy in fire. Already a state of emergency had been declared on Chandrila, the heart of the Galactic Republic, and the Grand Army of Republic was assembled. Even now new alliances were being born. The Border Alliance and the Jedi Knights of Ilum are already working together near the borders of Yavin, Phindar, and New Holstice. Waging a new war against the Old Enemy. A new war for a new era. A new era to fight against the oldest adversaries. The dark and the black.
The Sith.
As this upheaval of fire reaches it's burning grip across the galaxy, a lone and tired Jedi is returning home. Jessica Cloud returns to the heart of Chandrila for a much needed return to her family, and to the oft awaited distraction of a job well done. Tired and distracted. The Disaster of Tython has left her Order weak and her own mind muddled. Now is the time for her to return to a life of structure and thankless police work too. Alas. Her return is hard felt. For she finds that this state of emergency has reached out and touched her own life as well. The Ministry of Public Security has terminated her employment as a Jedi liaison and peace officer of the Republic. Effectively cutting her off from over seven years of police work and from a lifetime of good friends. Ending a lifetime of service to the civilization that has given her everything a girl could want and more.
She stands now over the barren desk of her once proud office at the Ministry of Public Security. Looking out a very familiar skytower window, onto a very unfamiliar world.
This is were our story begins.
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Office of the Watchmen
Ministry of Public Security, Chandrila
They called them Watchmen because they were sent to protect this world. To use the Force were it was most needed. To guard against the Dark. To preach peace and faith to the soul. Yet now? Even that same brilliant white office was dark and the faith of a Jedi had been shaken. Seven years she and Lynn had taken up residence here. Working alongside the police forces of the Republic capital world to bring civilization and true light into the hearts of many. Yet today that all changed. War had come to the Republic and with it, new priorities. Who needs Watchmen anymore when the enemy is no longer secret. Who needs guardians when the walls are already breached.
"Miss Cloud? Excuse the interruption but Ambassador Harding is waiting for you in the conference room. Downstairs. Mark 201."
A woman's voice that spoke from the open door. Probably one of Wheeler's assistants. Breaking Jessica's meager train of thought and pulling her eyes away from the tall windows of the city. Bending her sense back into the present.
"Ah. Of course. Thank you. I'll be right there."
The other woman nodded and left Cloud to her thoughts once again. Mm. An empty Jedi in an empty room.
An end to all things familiar.
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World Conference Room
Ground Level, Chandrila
Downstairs, Jessica stepped off the security elevator into the lobby area of the World Conference Room. The WCR. A wide balcony expanse that spoke of the power and the wealth of a galaxy spanning empire. It had only taken three minutes to travel from the Ministry Offices upstairs down to the local area of the WCR. She could almost see the street signs of the highway from here. Grounded. Almost. It didn't feel like leaving either. It felt like she was coming home.
Jessica moved across the wide hallways of the balcony with a small cardboard box in her hands. The last remains of her office upstairs. A small box. For the Jedi carry little with them. Yet it was all she had now to remember her many years of service to this people. In a way, she now carried her whole life in her hands. Walking down the common area towards conference room 201 and towards the awaiting Republic Ambassador to Tython. Now, probably to Ilum too. Alas. Such was war and the changes it brings.
Yet war. War never changes. So Jessica stopped just outside the glass abode that was her exit from public life and turned to lean on the railing's edge. Feeling completely and utterly destroyed. Just like the burning Temple grounds from whence she had recently come. Her soul was as shifting as Tython's coastal sands.
"Well Lynn." She murdered to herself and to the spirit of her Jedi companion, Lynn Petra, "...Mm. Where do we go from here?"
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The light of the afternoon shown in easily across the balcony of the WCR. Casting a shadow over the darkly clad woman and her memories of the future. Letting the hustle and bustle of the stately crowd wash over her. Hoping that this new warm light that held her shadow so, could be the herald of some great new dawn. A dawn of war. A dawn of peace. Nay. A dawn of the Republic.
A brave new world.
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*ooc: (open story arc. republic types welcome. cheers.)
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