A century was a long time to live. Even for one who expected to last several more. Your perspective changed across those years, as time stretched. Small decisions seemed less important. The ebb of the galaxy more clearly visible. Change occurred not in days, months, or years…but decades. Change in the galaxy…change in the Jedi…and change in yourself. Alex was hardly the woman she’d once been. A wandered pulled back into the Order by a man desperate for a life line. She’d been Grandmaster far longer than Oren ever called himself a Councilor. She’d fought alongside Max as they each espoused their refusal to take lives. Alex had outlived both him and that philosophy. Countless friends…students…come and gone. Yavain, Indy, Drow, Talak, Hans, Izel, the list was long and growing longer. Knights, Masters, and Councilors came and went, but she remained. Her time growing longer than even Oota.
The Morellian Jedi was not old for her people. The Force would even further extend her life, but she was growing tired. Thin. When she looked into the mirror there was no denying scars left by the war. She had fought hard to regain who she was. That balance that precipitated her long years leading the Order. Change was coming. She was uncertain another existed within herself, but the Force had pulled her to Coruscant and she was going to find out.
Alex stepped off the shuttle into the space port. She did not wear Jedi robes. Her armor was beneath a green cloak, her sabers concealed, and a dark mask covering half of her face. The Force just barely altering the contours of what could be seen. She could feel the turmoil burning on Coruscant. The fire of emotion rippling across her sense. She was right. Something was terribly wrong. Alex turned to Maura. “Can you feel it?” Emotions were high but being pushed higher. “There is corruption in the city.” But where? There was only one way to find out.
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