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Snaking her way around the shelves, Ebberla found the hall unnaturally clear, she recalled her doppelgangers, the illusion evaporating from existence. Crouching down, she moved silently to the overlook ledge of the archives, she perked up her hearing, the clicking of the static orders gazed past her ears, however, there was another voice, she could only connect it to the Sith who destroyed the power generator earlier.
The Jedi Master peeked over the ledge, wrapping her presence in the ripples created by the Force. She felt something off in the Force, the living Force crying out and silenced as she heard the sound of thumps on the archive’s hard floors. She felt a sense of danger, an explosion rocked the temple, shaking the foundations of the building, cracking the windows and knocking over shelves. The Jedi covered her head as debris and dust showered down around her. The path she took to get inside the archives was now caved in, a nice large hole in the temple wall, Delun would have been impressed.
Ebb quickly glanced behind her grumbling, watching the smoke billow, the turbo laser fire crisscrossing in the sky through the cracked and crushed windows. The Dark Side was growing stronger; it was tempting her, trying to eat at her, forcing thoughts of uncertainty and doubt to bubble to the surface, expose them and exploit them. However, Ebb knew better, where there was darkness, there was light, she held them both within her, as is, as it always will be.
The Jedi gathered the Force around her, judging the distance from her position to the ground level before leaping over the ledge. The feeling of weightlessness was briefed as she anchored herself to the floor, absorbing the shock of contact as her feet slammed into the floor. She minimized her presence, not to reveal her full signature in the Force, the blonde Sith Master was softly illuminated by the emergency lights that flickered in the destruction two stromtroopers slumped at her feet. The Jedi Master gave a wry grin.
“I hope you’re going to be helping cleaning all this up.” She quipped tilting her head to the rubble and debris that litter the archives, “Would be a shame since they just rebuilt it.”
The Jedi Master peeked over the ledge, wrapping her presence in the ripples created by the Force. She felt something off in the Force, the living Force crying out and silenced as she heard the sound of thumps on the archive’s hard floors. She felt a sense of danger, an explosion rocked the temple, shaking the foundations of the building, cracking the windows and knocking over shelves. The Jedi covered her head as debris and dust showered down around her. The path she took to get inside the archives was now caved in, a nice large hole in the temple wall, Delun would have been impressed.
Ebb quickly glanced behind her grumbling, watching the smoke billow, the turbo laser fire crisscrossing in the sky through the cracked and crushed windows. The Dark Side was growing stronger; it was tempting her, trying to eat at her, forcing thoughts of uncertainty and doubt to bubble to the surface, expose them and exploit them. However, Ebb knew better, where there was darkness, there was light, she held them both within her, as is, as it always will be.
The Jedi gathered the Force around her, judging the distance from her position to the ground level before leaping over the ledge. The feeling of weightlessness was briefed as she anchored herself to the floor, absorbing the shock of contact as her feet slammed into the floor. She minimized her presence, not to reveal her full signature in the Force, the blonde Sith Master was softly illuminated by the emergency lights that flickered in the destruction two stromtroopers slumped at her feet. The Jedi Master gave a wry grin.
“I hope you’re going to be helping cleaning all this up.” She quipped tilting her head to the rubble and debris that litter the archives, “Would be a shame since they just rebuilt it.”
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