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One of the strange things about freedom was remembering or relearning how all the little things you used to take for granted were what kept you whole. For Balthazar the little things that mattered was being able to sleep in a bed. Not a cot. Not shackled. It was being able to walk where he pleased; getting lost in the Dal Hutta crowds. It wasn't a gorgeous and dreamy place like his home planet of Idyll, but it was free. For him at least.
And of course, meditating. He'd been marshaling the Force for a communique. Gathering information. From what had trickled in, the Knights were in a bad shape. But then he knew that. The Force told him. Whispered to him that he was the one who could make things right.
Force grant me strength.
The coded messages and the message sent through the Force had found its messengers. The Sith would doubtless come in their time, but they would be gone by then. For now, now they had to take on a tradition foreign to theirs.
But one he had read and admired. The Jedi Enclaves. It was said that when the Order was at crisis, Jedi would meet in specified worlds, the Force and their purpose guiding them there.
The Imperial Knights had never been Jedi.l They never would be, much though Balthazar admired the monastic order. He could not blame them for the Sith resurgence. Perhaps they had been complacent. But then so had the Imperial Knights. And there was a touch of destiny to the Sith. They were fools, but they were fools of fate.
So the messages were sent. As he sat meditating in his room he could feel the flickers of energy starting to arrive. Individual little points of light in the Force.
His eyes opened. He hovered off the ground for a moment, before letting go gently of his grip on the Force, lowering himself gently to the ground.
Points of light. Enough to illuminate the galaxy.
Hope.
And of course, meditating. He'd been marshaling the Force for a communique. Gathering information. From what had trickled in, the Knights were in a bad shape. But then he knew that. The Force told him. Whispered to him that he was the one who could make things right.
Force grant me strength.
The coded messages and the message sent through the Force had found its messengers. The Sith would doubtless come in their time, but they would be gone by then. For now, now they had to take on a tradition foreign to theirs.
But one he had read and admired. The Jedi Enclaves. It was said that when the Order was at crisis, Jedi would meet in specified worlds, the Force and their purpose guiding them there.
The Imperial Knights had never been Jedi.l They never would be, much though Balthazar admired the monastic order. He could not blame them for the Sith resurgence. Perhaps they had been complacent. But then so had the Imperial Knights. And there was a touch of destiny to the Sith. They were fools, but they were fools of fate.
So the messages were sent. As he sat meditating in his room he could feel the flickers of energy starting to arrive. Individual little points of light in the Force.
His eyes opened. He hovered off the ground for a moment, before letting go gently of his grip on the Force, lowering himself gently to the ground.
Points of light. Enough to illuminate the galaxy.
Hope.