The Jedi Council was meant to be the best of them, the leaders of Jedi Order. Paragons of Light. Oota, Sada, Tedimor, Lena, Max, Hannibal, and Oren had once charted the course forward. They had been the heart of the Jedi. Slowly, each had joined the Force or drifted away. Piece by piece that heart had been broken. The path forward less clear as their core faltered. Now, only three of them remained. Alex, Tedimor and Lena. They were all that was left of the beating life blood of the Order. All that was left of the proud Jedi Council. It could not continue on that way. The Jedi needed hope, the Jedi needed leadership, the Jedi needed strength. The Council needed to do their job.
Jedi Councilor Alexandria Voran sat in her seat high above Yavin. Empty chairs were placed in a semi-circle all around her. The empty chairs of the Jedi Council. The Grandmaster's seat purposefully empty. She could not help feeling Max here, the pain of that loss as fresh as the day he died. He had sat in this room and done much as she did now. Would he be proud of her? Of somethings yes…of others…no. Alex had requested Tedimor and Lena join her in the Council Chambers. They had not met as a collective in some time, the responsibilities of their titles keeping them apart. There were only three of them and they were stretched thin. Still, she had felt it critical they meet together. Some conversations were best had in the same room.
Alex took a deep breath. What did she want? What did the Order need? Direction. The war was rapidly evolving, as was the political landscape. They needed a unified vision. Oota had been that vision. Since his death others had tried to pick up the pieces but they remained disjointed. The disconnected had only grown since Max’s passing and Hannibal stepping down. They were adrift…despite their best efforts. Alex nodded slowly. The Council must chart the path forward. They must come together. Another deep breath and she waited.
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