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News of the Coruscant temple bombing was everywhere, and it wasn't long after the initial explosion of the Will Of The Force. Andraste knew the Empire was doing exceedingly well and effectively destroying Jedi landmarks and temples. Although she understood this was glory for the Empire, none of that was on her mind this day. Andraste knew that she was risking quite a bit by making her way to Empress Teta, but it was a desire she couldn't fight against. As she realized the efficiency the Empire had shown when it came to destroying temples, the realization hit her hard. The first thing she thought of was her time of training under the Jedi, specifically under Jhon Cordatus. With a pang, she realized that he must have been killed at the Coruscant bombing as well.
Although Andraste had gone to Sith after training under the Jedi for four years when she was twelve, she had never told anyone about the location or details about the temple. It was information she would take to her grave. The Sith could find out the details and destroy the temple, but it would not be her doing. This place held a special place in her heart, and it always would. She knew it was too risky to try and enter the temple, nor did she have a desire to taint the inner sanctum with her taint of the Dark Side. The Sage Halls were a piece of paradise, and she wouldn't let even a hint of the Dark Side poison its interiors.
She could see the courtyard she had trained in ahead of her. That was when she had just been twelve years old and Jhon had found her in an orphanage. He had taken her there after she had revealed her love of flowers, her love of beauty. He had picked up on it, he had understood it and he took her to a place where she was surrounded by it. That had been many years ago and the courtyard was just as beautiful today as it was back then. The temple was intact, untouched, still standing. It was as she had remembered. It brought her peace, though she knew it was only a matter of time before her brethren found a way to destroy it. She wanted to visit the place she had once called home before it too shared the fate of the other Jedi temples.
Andraste took a few more steps and paused before the courtyard. She was clad in civilian clothing, suppressing her Force aura to ensure no one picked up on her presence. She did not have a saber or any weapons on her. She had intended to simply take in sight of the temple, then turn and leave as mysteriously as she had appeared. As Andraste recalled all her memories within the temple, all the smiles and laughter, all the positive attitude, all the warmth..it all hit her at once. Emotions began to well within her. She saw Jhon within her mind, and how he had guided her and remained by her side until she fled the Jedi. And now..now he was probably dead, from the work of those she called her brethren.
Visions of the news coverage of the Coruscant temple played repeatedly within her mind. She pictured the temple before her in flames, the people screaming, the agony, the pain and all of it exploding into a symphony of death. Andraste clutched her head, closing her eyes. She refused to see it, refused to see the courtyard in flames. Refused to see the fire catching onto the flowers, the plants, refused to see the smiles disappear, refused to see the pain. Andraste gasped as tears formed at her eyes. It had hit her all at once. Beauty would never exist. It was fleeting. It would be destroyed. It would be destroyed by her people. She couldn't escape it. She was a part of it.
Andraste dropped to her knees, inwardly cursing herself for ever being born. Her moment of weakness lowered her suppression of the Force, but only slightly. It would have to take an immensely powerful Jedi to be able to sense her at all. Andraste kept her face buried in her hands, her palms wet with her tears. The mental images refused to leave her, and they would haunt her dreams. Her home would be destroyed, just as her guide had been.
Although Andraste had gone to Sith after training under the Jedi for four years when she was twelve, she had never told anyone about the location or details about the temple. It was information she would take to her grave. The Sith could find out the details and destroy the temple, but it would not be her doing. This place held a special place in her heart, and it always would. She knew it was too risky to try and enter the temple, nor did she have a desire to taint the inner sanctum with her taint of the Dark Side. The Sage Halls were a piece of paradise, and she wouldn't let even a hint of the Dark Side poison its interiors.
She could see the courtyard she had trained in ahead of her. That was when she had just been twelve years old and Jhon had found her in an orphanage. He had taken her there after she had revealed her love of flowers, her love of beauty. He had picked up on it, he had understood it and he took her to a place where she was surrounded by it. That had been many years ago and the courtyard was just as beautiful today as it was back then. The temple was intact, untouched, still standing. It was as she had remembered. It brought her peace, though she knew it was only a matter of time before her brethren found a way to destroy it. She wanted to visit the place she had once called home before it too shared the fate of the other Jedi temples.
Andraste took a few more steps and paused before the courtyard. She was clad in civilian clothing, suppressing her Force aura to ensure no one picked up on her presence. She did not have a saber or any weapons on her. She had intended to simply take in sight of the temple, then turn and leave as mysteriously as she had appeared. As Andraste recalled all her memories within the temple, all the smiles and laughter, all the positive attitude, all the warmth..it all hit her at once. Emotions began to well within her. She saw Jhon within her mind, and how he had guided her and remained by her side until she fled the Jedi. And now..now he was probably dead, from the work of those she called her brethren.
Visions of the news coverage of the Coruscant temple played repeatedly within her mind. She pictured the temple before her in flames, the people screaming, the agony, the pain and all of it exploding into a symphony of death. Andraste clutched her head, closing her eyes. She refused to see it, refused to see the courtyard in flames. Refused to see the fire catching onto the flowers, the plants, refused to see the smiles disappear, refused to see the pain. Andraste gasped as tears formed at her eyes. It had hit her all at once. Beauty would never exist. It was fleeting. It would be destroyed. It would be destroyed by her people. She couldn't escape it. She was a part of it.
Andraste dropped to her knees, inwardly cursing herself for ever being born. Her moment of weakness lowered her suppression of the Force, but only slightly. It would have to take an immensely powerful Jedi to be able to sense her at all. Andraste kept her face buried in her hands, her palms wet with her tears. The mental images refused to leave her, and they would haunt her dreams. Her home would be destroyed, just as her guide had been.