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Galahad huffed in relief as they finally reached the mouth of the cave. Leaning against the stone wall, he looked back down the slope he and Austin had just climbed to the Azarael parked in the distance. Though the weather was not nearly as fierce as their first trip so long ago, this time they had brought cargo with them, which made the climb far slower and more tedious. Breathing heavily, the bearded Jedi commented, "Let us hope we do not need to make a similar trip any time soon. All this climbing has not been treating my leg well." He reflexively grasped his right leg, the old wound throbbing dully like it always had. The tall, spindly form of 10-NT approached the Jedi. "Realistically, you should be avoiding all forms of strenuous movement," the medical droid remarked informatively. "It won't heal on its own, but there's no use in overexerting yourself." Reaching the muscular Jedi, Tennant inspected the man's leg with his thin photoreceptors before adding, "We could try to perform surgery, you know. I'm sure that with my companion's understanding of Force healing coupled with my expansive knowledge of the medical arts, the chance of restoring your leg's proper functionality is eighty-three percent." Galahad raised a hand, politely dismissing the droid's offer. "Perhaps someday, Ten. But not until our work is complete." Their primary task was to ensure the survival of the Order, and Galahad would not risk the success of such an important endeavour by having his leg healed. Realizing this train of thought, the Jedi Master chuckled lightly to himself. Years ago, he would have given up everything to get his strength back.

Turning towards the entrance once more, Galahad almost doubted that any work had actually been done on the mountain's interior. From what could be seen outside, nothing looked strange or out of the ordinary — in fact, the Master would never have known that a sanctuary had been built inside without knowledge of its existence. Heading deeper into the cleft in the rock, the two Jedi eventually reached the main entrance enclosed by a large stone door. Currently the rock was plain and smooth, but once Austin and Galahad laid the final touches, its appearance would be far different. Stepping through the entryway, the ex-guard set aside the loaded hovercart that he had been guiding up until now. "Perhaps we shall take a tour through the sanctuary first before laying down the final touches," he suggested to the doctor.


 

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As Galahad turned to look back down at the Azarael landed upon the mountainside, Austin did the same. It was strange to see the medical craft, essentially an empty vessel now that the equipment had all been moved inside the sanctuary that the two Jedi Masters were about to enter. There were a lot of memories tied to the Azarael for Austin and Galahad, both in its acquisition and in the adventures they’d had since then. The doctor chuckled at his fellow Master’s comment about the climb to the entrance. ”Perhaps next time we should melt the snow hindering our climb. I am sure our skills in pyrokinesis would be sufficient.” At this, Austin raised a hand to the small pile of snow that had blown partway into the cavern — raising the temperature enough to cause it all to melt and evaporate in seconds.

A smile crept upon the doctor’s face upon hearing the dialogue between Galahad and the medical droid. ”Tennent is correct,” Austin commented, although he hated to admit it. However, he understood Galahad’s mindset and priorities better than the droid did. They had too many urgent tasks at hand — perhaps once they had gone into hiding, then they could take the time to fully heal the former Temple Guard’s leg. Such a procedure, even for one as experienced and powerful as the doctor, could take several days to complete. Perhaps it was a blessing in disguise that Austin was unable to restore Galahad all those years before, as the Master had learned since then bear the burden of his injury.

What had previously been the unaltered wall at the far end of the cave was now a completely smooth, round “door” of a sort. Stepping through the circular archway, an incredible sight met the eyes of the two Jedi Masters. Before them was the central chamber of the sanctuary. Crafted intricately out of the stone in the mountainside, the excavation crew had kept to the original design laid out by Austin and Galahad and had also added creative work of their own. Along the walls on both sides of the chamber lay three doorways that clearly led to the rest of the sanctuary, lit by the embers of glowing braziers lining the hall. At the end of the chamber were four statues, each representing a Council of the Order — First Knowledge, Reconciliation, Mastery, and Command. ”This space would be excellent for meetings or even as a training area,” Austin commented, standing in satisfaction at the center of the chamber.


 
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As they entered the sanctuary proper, Galahad's eyes widened in tandem with Austin's as they first glimpsed the room that lay before them. The entire chamber was dug into the stone, its walls and floors beautifully crafted and lined by ornate pillars and large braziers. The two Jedi Masters had designed every room to be as multifunctional as possible, and it seemed the builders did not disappoint. "Indeed," Galahad replied, "and perhaps even more purposes that we have not intended." The space was quite wide, and could safely contain a large number of people if necessary. However, it also served as a fulcrum to which the other rooms of the sanctuary were connected, with three passageways leading away from the center. Satisfied with the central chamber, Galahad left aside the hovercart of supplies they had brought and made his way towards one of the halls on the left. "Come, let us investigate the rest. I am eager to see what the construction team has created for us."

Right before they entered the passageway, the bearded Jedi glanced over at the four statues that stood guard in the main room. ⋮⋮ Those that come after us will not even know the meaning of these... ⋮⋮ he thought with a tinge of sadness. All the traditions and practices of the Order would be lost. It was a sad inevitability, and one that the two Jedi would strive to preserve.

Emerging from the other end of the hallway, the passage split again into three separate paths, albeit much shorter and smaller than the previous one. Stepping into the first, the two Jedi would find themselves in the living quarters of the sanctuary. "Ah, here are the amenities we designed," Galahad remarked as he inspected the crafters' handiwork. Albeit small and mildly cramped with humble furnishings, the quarters would comfortably house six people. It was not much, but the sanctuary was not intended to be a place of permanent residence. While it could be used as a temporary safehouse for a weary traveler, its primary purposes were to house and embody the Jedi way of life.

With a satisfied nod, Galahad stepped out and moved into the next room. This one, far smaller than the others, was surrounded by thick stone walls that blocked out almost every sound around it. It was a meditation chamber, furnished with a few tables and comfortable round chairs reminiscent of those typically found in a Jedi room of the same purpose. Before leaving, the bearded Master noted several rocks of varying sizes sitting in the corner — a nice touch, at which Galahad smiled. The craftsmen knew Jedi meditation practices well.

Lastly, Master Vult made his way into the medical room of the sanctuary. Though they had been low on supplies, Austin had graciously offered to utilize the supplies built into his own personal ship, the Azarael. As such, Galahad recognized many of the medical tools and technology that was now built into the chamber. "Is it sufficient?" the ex-guard asked of the doctor. Despite having known the doctor for so long, Galahad still knew very little about medical supplies and what was required for every scenario.


 
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Nodding in agreement with Galahad, the doctor managed to tear his eyes away from the magnificent sight of the central chamber to continue through one of the passageways leading deeper into Felwinter Peak. Austin knew his friend well, and upon sensing the hint of sadness that Galahad felt he gripped the former Temple Guard's shoulder reassuringly. "We shall give future generations all they need to know about the Order. Including about the High Councils." That was, in fact, the reason the two Jedi Masters had acquired so many memory crystals in the first place. Of course, it was more than likely Councillor Guleya, Fennex, and Grandmaster Wyck were all taking their own steps to preserve the Jedi theologies and practices, but Austin did not know exactly what those steps were. It certainly wasn't a bad idea to make further plans to maintain their way of life.

Entering the living quarters, the doctor looked upon them with satisfaction. One thing they did lack was a significant storage space, making living there for extended periods of time quite difficult, but not impossible. This place was meant to be a sanctuary and a place of teaching for the Order in their time of hiding, not a headquarters. No words were necessary, so Galahad and Austin continued on to the next rooms in this section. The meditation room was also well-crafted and would perfectly suit the needs of Jedi seeking peace and clarity. Being so deep within the mountainside, not even the noise of the tumultuous Great Storm could be heard within. The final place they visited was Austin's favourite for obvious reasons. The medical equipment which had not seen any use upon his ship had been moved inside. Though they were deep inside, conductors had been installed to gather power from the storm and keep the sanctuary functional.

"It is indeed," Austin replied to Galahad. The equipment aboard the Azarael was fit for a miniature hospital, including everything one could possibly need to treat any wound. "I think I'll charge up for a bit," the D-0-C Medical Droid stated upon seeing the charging station. "Of course. If we need you, we will let you know," Austin commented, and Tennant strode to the station and powered off. Having surveyed the entirety of this section, the two exited back to the main chamber and entered the next archway. Instead of leading to a straight hallway, however, this doorway led to a stone spiral staircase that ascended quite far upward. Taking a deep breath in preparation for the climb, Austin began walking to the top. The sides of the stairway were lit by sconces, eventually leading to another stone archway.

A solid closed door blocked their pathway, and the doctor paused before going through. Deep rumblings could be heard inside that certainly wasn't the noise of the storm. Looking back to his fellow Master, Austin backed up and gestured to Galahad. "Perhaps it is more wise for you to go through first. I would very much prefer to live today."


 
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Galahad was glad to hear that the medical bay fit Doctor Wolfe's requirements perfectly. Sometimes the ex-guard forgot that the now-Jedi Master also had a degree in conventional medicine as well; his knowledge in the field of healing was nigh unparalleled. The ex-guard knew his friend had made a heavy sacrifice in having placed the medical equipment in the sanctuary, but with Tennant there to take care of everything, perhaps there was a part of Austin that would always be there.

Satisfied with the amenities included, the two Jedi Masters made their way out to the central chamber before turning again through another archway. Much to Galahad's chagrin, the pathway up to the roost was one massive staircase. Also inhaling in preparation for the long and arduous journey ahead of him, Galahad warned his friend, "Do not wait for me — I shall be right behind you." Just before he began his climb, however, the ex-guard noticed an open crate nearby filled with large deposits of a silvery mineral, with the note 'FOR THE DRAGON' attached to the side. ⋮⋮ It seems the excavation crew found some platinum within the mountainside and set it aside for Felwinter. I am sure their gift will be appreciated," he thought amusedly, already halfway to the top.

Reaching the summit, Galahad was not surprised to see that Austin had waited before entering the roost. Despite having practically grown up with the doctor as well as the Jedi he was imprinted upon, Felwinter was still a wild animal — and could be aggressive against anyone other than Galahad that dared encroach upon his territory. Reaching out with his mind, the ex-guard raised the box of minerals up into the air through the center of the spiral staircase. Reaching the top, he gently guided it into Austin's hands. "He will be more approving of your presence if you bring him a gift," Master Vult reassured the doctor. "But perhaps stay here until I say it is safe." With that, Galahad entered the roost itself. Having never been inside the cave itself, the Jedi was taken back by its size. The opening could be seen off in the distance, the mouth only large enough for a single ship to pass through. Despite the limited access, the cavern was quite spacious; the ex-guard could easily envision several ships parked inside. That is, however, assuming the cave's natural inhabitant was not present.

Rearing up from a dark corner of the cavern, said inhabitant clambered across the stone floor, having caught the familiar scent of Galahad immediately. Felwinter had taken to his new habitat fantastically, and his head was now at least two feet higher off the ground than the Jedi Master remembered. "You have grown much larger since I last saw you, Felwinter!" Galahad commented as he rubbed the dragon's scaled neck, entirely aware that the beast could not entirely understand him. "It seems you have not only adapted to Ellora's climate, but have conquered it." Stretching out with his mind, the ex-guard telepathically relayed to Felwinter that a friend was here and to not harm him. When he was sure that the large reptile would not attack, Galahad beckoned to Austin to come forward with the crate of platinum.


 
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It was not long before Galahad reached the top of the stairs behind Austin, and the doctor looked upon his friend apologetically. Truth be told, the former Temple Guard handled living with his injury so well that more often than not Austin completely forgot about it. Now was one of these times, as the Jedi Master ascended the stairs without a second thought. Now that they were upon the doorstep of the sanctuary's protector, he could not help but feel some nervousness. It had been some time since Austin had seen Felwinter, and from what he could sense the Arkanian Dragon had grown significantly since then. Seeing Galahad calling upon the Force to bring a crate of platinum upwards, Austin felt reassured by his friend's words. "It is such a strange thing that they consume this mineral," he commented mostly to himself, picking up one of the deposits and studying it as Felwinter's "parent" stepped through into the roost. The doctor waited patiently until seeing the gesture Galahad made that it was safe to enter.

Entering the gigantic cavern, the Jedi Master carried the crate of platinum out and placed it in front of the Arkanian Dragon. In a strange way, the massive creature was a beautiful sight — his pure white scales seemed to catch every speck of light from the entrance, making him stand out brightly in the dim lighting of the roost. Looking upon the length of Felwinter's tail and extensive wingspan, Austin made a comment to Galahad. "If I am correct, he seems to be adult-sized now...or nearly there, at least. He will have no trouble hunting for prey now." The doctor watched as the Arkanian Dragon picked up a chunk of platinum and toss his head back, swallowing it whole. "It is good that we are far enough away from the coast — hopefully he will not disturb the natives of this world."

After having spent the time that they wished with Felwinter, the two Masters made their way back down the spiral stairs to the central chamber once again. Looking upon the final doorway, there was only one more section of their establishment to explore — the archives. This stone pathway led far deeper into the mountain than the amenities section did, with the hallway opening up into a hexagonal room. These archives in this sanctuary were far different than in any other temple of the Order. Instead of boasting shelves upon shelves of both digital and physical books and resources, Austin and Galahad instead decided to house information in Memory Crystals. Entering the archives, the two sections on the right walls had rows of empty hexagonal slots carved out of the stone. On the ground lay the crate of crystals the Jedi Masters had acquired from Brighthome, all cut to the right shape by Tennant sometime earlier. "The process of imbuing knowledge into these will take some time," Austin commented as he strode over and picked up one of the azure crystals. "But it is necessary for the survival of the Order. Let us begin."

 

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Felwinter accepted the presence of the other Jedi Master, grasping a hunk of platinum in his massive jaws and swallowing it whole. "Indeed," Galahad replied, agreeing with Austin, "I doubt there is any creature on the mainland that could match his strength." Though perhaps a giant Maru would be able to cause serious harm to the Arkanian Dragon, it was unlikely he would venture close to the ocean as there was plenty of food that resided in the lush forests. As for the 'storm aberrations' that were rumoured to inhabit the Great Storm itself...well, Galahad hoped that they were indeed mere rumours — and if not, that Felwinter would be smart enough to take shelter from them.

It soon came time for the two Jedi to move on. Though Austin made his way back towards the staircase, Galahad lingered for a few moments longer, stroking the scaly underside of Felwinter's long neck. The reality had dawned upon him that this was likely the last time he would ever see the magnificent beast, and the Jedi Master wished to enjoy a few more moments of peace with him. There were so many things that Galahad wished he could have done with Felwinter: camp out in the wilderness, play in vast grassy fields, perhaps even ride on his back into battle one day. Alas, he would never get the chance, but the ex-guard was still grateful for all that they had experienced together. Never in his life did he think he would raise a pet, never mind enjoy the experience — and yet here Galahad now stood, wishing he did not have to part. ⋮⋮ Perhaps this is what being a father is like, ⋮⋮ he mused as he stepped away from the adult dragon. ⋮⋮ Farewell, old friend, ⋮⋮ Galahad relayed to Felwinter, ⋮⋮ May you live long and prosper. ⋮⋮ With it, Galahad could not help but also convey his mixed feelings: the finality of his departure and the sadness of having to do so, but also the happiness of their experiences together and the pride he felt at what the white-scaled reptile had become. His goodbye given, Galahad stepped through the door back into the sanctuary, closing the door and sealing it shut. However, just as the Jedi Master began to descend the staircase, he thought he felt an echo of thought from the roost. ⋮⋮ Farewell, father. ⋮⋮

Having eventually returned to the central chamber once more, there was one more archway that Austin and Galahad had yet to explore. Emerging from the other side of the long hallway, the Jedi were met with the sight of the Archives. The room was, as the Jedi had designed, shaped like a hexagon, with slots in each wall that each served their own purpose. At the center of the room stood a stone statue with a large stone base encircled by braziers. Facing the hallway stood a large plaque, its surface smooth and blank. Slotted into the wall on the left were several small drawers, which currently sat empty and unused. Pushing the hovercart he had guided into the room, Galahad opened up two of the crates that rested upon it, revealing a large quantity of sorted lightsaber parts. Pulling open the drawers, the Jedi Master meticulously placed the parts into them, ensuring they remained organized. His task complete, Galahad moved on to the next wall, where he found an empty large chest. Turning to the hovercart once again, the ex-guard opened a crate that contained all the unattuned Kyber Crystals they had gathered on their journey to Jedha. He gently transferred the crystals into the large compartment, its interior specifically designed to safely hold such objects in large quantities.

The parts for lightsaber crafting now securely placed into the walls, Galahad stepped over to Austin's side, grasping a memory crystal as well. Though their supplies of lightsabers would be vital for the re-creation of the Order, the information they imbued into these azure gems was worth vastly more than weapons. Nodding to Master Wolfe, the bearded Jedi closed his eyes and began the process of imparting information into the unique crystals. Due to his unique training in the Temple Guard, it was Galahad's duty to document the seven lightsaber forms, as well as the instructions on how to craft a lightsaber and imbue a Kyber crystal with the Light. The task was arduous and tedious, and many hours passed as the two Jedi poured information into the memory crystals. However, in the face of the Order's extinction, it was a burden the two Jedi Masters were willing to bear.


 

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As Austin began the long and tedious process of imbuing his knowledge and information into the memory crystals, he was vaguely aware of his fellow Master taking the lightsaber parts and kyber crystals from the crates, placing them in their homes along the archive walls. Turning his thoughts back to the task at hand, the doctor diligently continued his work. The two Jedi Masters had decided previously who would be best suited to teach specific subjects — while Galahad focused on the construction of lightsabers and their seven forms due to his superior martial expertise, Austin passed on his knowledge of the Force, it’s disciplines, as well as the Jedi Code and Tenets. The combination of the memory crystals as well as what was written in Caladglær would give any future Jedi a solid foundation upon which to build their skills and expertise. It was indeed many hours later that both Galahad and Austin finished imbuing the crystals, which they then placed securely into the sockets along the wall. Though they had covered many subjects in the crystals, there were still two remaining to be used.

The doctor picked up one of them. ”I will give others a way to find the lightsaber forge on Dxun,” he stated, closing his eyes for a mere moment as he solidified the words and mental images within the crystal. Socketing the azure gem, he peered upon the last one. ”This one I will pass down to others. If this...sanctuary is to remain a secret, even after we have passed, then we should leave something pointing here so that it does not become lost for millennia.” Pocketing the crystal and leaving the last slot empty, he strode to a pedestal on the wall opposite the entrance and center statue. Unclasping Caladglær from his side, he placed it gently upon the pedestal. ”This book has ever been a guide to me in my walk with the Light. May it aid many more in the years to come.”

Their work now finished in the archives, Austin returned to the archway at the entrance of the chamber and looked upon the blank plaque on the pedestal of the statue. Reaching out with the Force, he warped the stone and engraved the words into it:

In memory of Master Austin Wolfe and Master Galahad Vult, who established this Crypt to preserve the memory of the Jedi Order and with the hope it would be renewed once again.
In memory of Felwinter, the great defender of this sanctuary.
In memory of the thousands of Jedi that lived and died in service to the Order.

A small smile crept upon the face of the Jedi Master. ”It is a strange thing indeed that we call this place a sanctuary. It seems more akin to a crypt.” Turning, he ran a hand along the solid stone walls of the corridor. ”Perhaps that is what we should name it — the Deep Stone Crypt.”


 

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Though they had laboured long in their efforts of documenting their knowledge of the Force, lightsaber combat and the Jedi way of life, Galahad and Austin eventually completed their task, leaving only two hexagonal memory crystals untouched. In one, Doctor Wolfe had the idea of leaving behind the location of Knight Volante's lightsaber forge that the two Masters had helped locate and build. Though Galahad did not know if Lucian had left behind any traces of how to find the Forge, at least whoever was able to unlock the secrets of their own sanctuary would be permitted to find the Forge as well. Though there was always the possibility that both their sanctuary and the Forge could fall into enemy hands, there were ample defenses in place where Volante's creation was located to ward off unwanted visitors.

The other memory crystal Austin left, stating he would pass it down to future descendants. Galahad nodded. "A wise decision. This information is too valuable to be placed in a Jedi vault or in the hands of a Knight. By keeping it as an heirloom, its existence will remain hidden for many years to come." It seemed that though their work of imbuing the memory crystals was finished, Austin intended to impart one last piece of information to those that would come after. Stepping next to the doctor, Galahad watched reverently as Master Wolfe sealed the book away within the glass case of the pedestal. They had carried on Saeros' legacy through Caladglær, and now their sanctuary would carry it even further, helping train a new generation of Jedi. Pausing for several moments, Galahad suddenly leaned forward, leaning the well-used Brylark staff against the display case. For many years now, the bearded Jedi had used it to support his weakened leg; but now he left it, as it would reveal his identity too easily if he were to go into hiding. ”Saeros’ staff has served me well; however, if I am to go into hiding, I no longer have need of it.” It was unlikely the staff would last more than ten or twenty years before it eventually degraded beyond repair, making it of little use to whoever did find the sanctuary. However, it was symbolic for Galahad, the act of laying down the staff resembling him setting aside his duty as a Jedi.

Their work in preparing the Archives complete, Galahad made his way back towards the long hallway, but paused as Austin engraved their memorial into the stone plaque. Though perhaps it would not be their final resting place, it was where their old identities as Jedi Masters had finished their greatest achievement. The ex-guard laughed at Austin’s comment as they slowly made their way back through the central chamber to the main stone entrance. ”Perhaps one day it will serve as a sanctuary, but you are correct. Deep Stone Crypt it shall be.” Stepping outside, Galahad summoned his immense physical strength, pulling the massive stone doors shut. He then placed a hand at its center, allowing for Austin to do the same. Allowing the Force to flow through him one last time, Galahad imbued the doors with the Light, pouring the energy into the rock. The surface of the doors warped and shifted as their structure changed both physically and metaphysically, complex patterns appearing on the previously smooth surface as an intricate locking mechanism formed both in the door and in reality itself. Though he would have been unable to complete such a task on his own, Austin’s overflowing strength in the Light would be more than enough to complete the task. Once they had finished their work, the ex-guard stepped back to view the Force Seal on the entrance to Deep Stone Crypt, imbued with the purity of the Light. ”It is finished,” Galahad said with finality. None would be able to enter besides a similarly-aligned Force User without seriously damaging the entire sanctuary.



Turning to face Austin, Galahad grasped the doctor’s shoulder firmly. ”Throughout the past many years, you have been a constant friend to me. When I was first wounded, not only did you help me recover, but you also stood by my side and helped me see the truth about the Force. Never once have I had reason to doubt or mistrust you. Thank you, Austin Wolfe, and may the Force be with you — always."
 

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The doctor watched with some surprise, but approval as Galahad placed the sturdy Brylark staff next to the pedestal. Of course, the former Temple Guard would find some other means to support his weak leg — but he was correct that it would be impossible to use it and remain inconspicuous from prying eyes. The two were now finished their work inside the archives, and they walked in relative silence as they beheld the Crypt for likely the last time. With Galahad's approval, the sanctuary was now named the Deep Stone Crypt. Now there was only one more task for the two Jedi Masters before they left Ellora to go into hiding — they must seal the door to ward off unwanted visitors who happened upon the sanctuary. Although the lightsaber forge on Dxun had the natural protection of the Orbalisk swarms, Austin and Galahad did not have access to such creatures here. Instead, they would call upon the Light to lock the entrance — a technique the two Masters had learned recently for this very purpose, and one that Austin had not failed to document in the memory crystals within.

With the great stone door shut, Austin drew the Force within himself and allowed the Light to flow through him more than it ever had before. The doctor knew that this undertaking would be immensely exhausting, but with the assistance of Galahad the seal would be even stronger. As the earth had shifted to form into the forge on Dxun, so the stone door's surface changed like water before the two powerful Jedi Masters. Physically, great spirals took shape on the smooth surface, while within complicated locks shut it firmly into the cavern wall. Closing his eyes, Austin strained as in his mind he could see the immaterial locks that they also imbued into the door. They were made of pure Light — shining so brightly that any Darksider of lesser strength would find it nigh impossible to comprehend. As the two Masters worked together, the Force Seal completed with an audible click and the release of Light. Gasping for air as he stepped back, Austin looked upon their work in exhaustion. From here, it simply looked like a smooth circular door with spirals engraved on its surface, concealing the true complexity of its design. "It is indeed," the doctor replied to his companion.



Facing Galahad in return, Austin gripped his friend's shoulder in kind. "If it were not for your guidance, by the Force I would have died when Jedha fell. We have grown together not only as Jedi, but as friends and constant companions." Looking down at Galahad's leg, the doctor smiled with some regret. "I know I never was able to heal your leg — but I believe your true strength lies within. May your passion and will carry you through these troubling times we have ahead of us. May the Force be with you, my friend."

With their final words said, the two boarded the Azarael and traveled discreetly to Coruscant where they would begin their new lives. Their work as Jedi now complete, Austin left behind the title of Master and took up Doctor once again — while Galahad started his own small shop in the busy streets of the ecumenopolis. With the Order disbanded and their duty now changed, the two began their own families and lived out the rest of their lives in peace. Austin turned the final memory crystal into a necklace, giving it to his son as an heirloom. Little did he know that within it held the words and images that would lead to an important location that would one day help rebuild the Order —

Deep Stone Crypt, Felwinter Peak, Ellora


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