- Joined
- Nov 27, 2005
- Messages
- 67,946
- Reaction score
- 3,859
- Staff
- #1
A breeze hit, soft and light, carrying the souls of the dead who now lived forever in the great power. The dead would never be returned to them, but they would always stay with them. Those left behind needed them, now more than ever. Their memory. Their legacies. When history was over, time would see that they died so that others could live.
The Jedi were respected in the galaxy. Not just as wise and humble beings, but as protectors. Any act that jeopardized that respect jeopardized the guardianship of the galaxy. Perhaps there was no more dramatic an example than the destruction of the Jedi Temple. No doubt it conjured feelings of the attack during the Great Purge of the old Jedi. No doubt it left people wondering if the new Jedi were to suffer the same fate.
Even here, on Coruscant, the hub of liberty, the wind spoke of demons. The breeze swept over the ruins of the Jedi Temple, carrying with it the shame of nine hundred years of humiliation—nine centuries of believing that the fire of the Sith had gone out. And now the last nine years of inaction on the part of the Jedi. Even the Sage Master, wise and vaunted, advocated for action. The Jedi needed Right Action.
The winds kept some of the fires, however faint, still burning in the wreckage of the great temple. It was morning here, right around dawn, and the early reaches of the morning’s light cast a rose-colored glow over the fires that still burned. Days had passed since the bombing, and the fires still burned, now more visible than ever.
That was the legacy of the Sith, the legacy of their wars against the Jedi, the eternal flame that burned. No matter how faint or how magnificent, the fires of the Sith had never been extinguished in the nearly ten millennia since they were first created. It was the legacy of war, of suffering, of greed; the legacy of destruction of untold proportions, of death around unexpected corners.
It could not be allowed to happen again. This was the time to chart a new legacy, one free of the tyranny of the Sith and the destruction they rained down upon them. Whereas once the Jedi would be called heroes for defeating the Sith in battle—in essence, slaying the beast they created in the first place—this was the age where the fires of the Sith would go out forever.
The Sage Master, still and reverent in the wreckage of the foundation, awaited a report from the newly-appointed Battle Master for defense and security, swore to himself that the Sith would never again reign free in the galaxy.
“Lest we forget...”
The Jedi were respected in the galaxy. Not just as wise and humble beings, but as protectors. Any act that jeopardized that respect jeopardized the guardianship of the galaxy. Perhaps there was no more dramatic an example than the destruction of the Jedi Temple. No doubt it conjured feelings of the attack during the Great Purge of the old Jedi. No doubt it left people wondering if the new Jedi were to suffer the same fate.
Even here, on Coruscant, the hub of liberty, the wind spoke of demons. The breeze swept over the ruins of the Jedi Temple, carrying with it the shame of nine hundred years of humiliation—nine centuries of believing that the fire of the Sith had gone out. And now the last nine years of inaction on the part of the Jedi. Even the Sage Master, wise and vaunted, advocated for action. The Jedi needed Right Action.
The winds kept some of the fires, however faint, still burning in the wreckage of the great temple. It was morning here, right around dawn, and the early reaches of the morning’s light cast a rose-colored glow over the fires that still burned. Days had passed since the bombing, and the fires still burned, now more visible than ever.
That was the legacy of the Sith, the legacy of their wars against the Jedi, the eternal flame that burned. No matter how faint or how magnificent, the fires of the Sith had never been extinguished in the nearly ten millennia since they were first created. It was the legacy of war, of suffering, of greed; the legacy of destruction of untold proportions, of death around unexpected corners.
It could not be allowed to happen again. This was the time to chart a new legacy, one free of the tyranny of the Sith and the destruction they rained down upon them. Whereas once the Jedi would be called heroes for defeating the Sith in battle—in essence, slaying the beast they created in the first place—this was the age where the fires of the Sith would go out forever.
The Sage Master, still and reverent in the wreckage of the foundation, awaited a report from the newly-appointed Battle Master for defense and security, swore to himself that the Sith would never again reign free in the galaxy.
“Lest we forget...”