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'I am Tyrn Lightell, son of Roros Lightell of Serenno...'
It couldn't be. That was impossible. Tyrn was dead - had been dead - for thirty years. Or had he? There were so many questions unanswered...but it was definately him. Jedi Loremaster Kara Vaalki rewound the holorecording, replaying it again. It has been so long, it had to be a lie...but it looks so much like him, she thought. It can't be, but...how could I not have known?
'Jedi Master Kara Vaalki and myself were once wed in our youth, though our time together was unfortunately brief. I humbly request that she is to be the one to deliver the sword to me, that I may lay my eyes on her once more, and remember the bliss of our youthful love. It would...it would mean a great deal to me to see the great woman she has now become.'
Kara shut the holorecording off. No doubt the Council knew of this revelation, but Kara had shut herself away to meditate on the revelation her husband was still alive. They wouldn't be of any use to her anyway - there were few who could understand. A greater fate was calling her, and she knew that her decision to stay or leave was a crucial shatterpoint in the Force. It gave her less comfort to know that, though. The Dark Side seemed to cloud everything, and the future remained a mystery to her. It was...unsettling.
In the dark hours of the morning on Tython, the Jedi Master stole away to the Temple hangar, her single-seat R-25 Rogue starfighter leaving silently. Part of her wondered if she would ever walk the forest paths again. Most of her prayed that the one man that could help her would respond.
'Sandman, this is Ice Queen,' she said softly into the comm mic, her R12 droid patching the hyperwave transmission through to Jhon Cordatus' last known coordinates. As she spoke the next words, a chill ran down her spine. Something told her she would need to say it again before the end.
'You're my only hope.'
It couldn't be. That was impossible. Tyrn was dead - had been dead - for thirty years. Or had he? There were so many questions unanswered...but it was definately him. Jedi Loremaster Kara Vaalki rewound the holorecording, replaying it again. It has been so long, it had to be a lie...but it looks so much like him, she thought. It can't be, but...how could I not have known?
'Jedi Master Kara Vaalki and myself were once wed in our youth, though our time together was unfortunately brief. I humbly request that she is to be the one to deliver the sword to me, that I may lay my eyes on her once more, and remember the bliss of our youthful love. It would...it would mean a great deal to me to see the great woman she has now become.'
Kara shut the holorecording off. No doubt the Council knew of this revelation, but Kara had shut herself away to meditate on the revelation her husband was still alive. They wouldn't be of any use to her anyway - there were few who could understand. A greater fate was calling her, and she knew that her decision to stay or leave was a crucial shatterpoint in the Force. It gave her less comfort to know that, though. The Dark Side seemed to cloud everything, and the future remained a mystery to her. It was...unsettling.
In the dark hours of the morning on Tython, the Jedi Master stole away to the Temple hangar, her single-seat R-25 Rogue starfighter leaving silently. Part of her wondered if she would ever walk the forest paths again. Most of her prayed that the one man that could help her would respond.
'Sandman, this is Ice Queen,' she said softly into the comm mic, her R12 droid patching the hyperwave transmission through to Jhon Cordatus' last known coordinates. As she spoke the next words, a chill ran down her spine. Something told her she would need to say it again before the end.
'You're my only hope.'