What no one had seen was his body was throwing hundreds of feet away, slamming into a crater where he was found by young Amelia Amadis. His body motionless, no sense of him whatever, his sould had moved on.
Jedi Master Caltin Vanagor awoke in a realm that was both hauntingly familiar and deeply otherworldly—a luminous ether swirling with vibrant colors and shifting shadows. As he blinked away the remnants of slumber, a profound serenity enveloped him, yet an unmistakable ache gnawed at his heart. Then, at the edge of his vision, he beheld her—a radiant figure emerging from the brilliance, standing before him like a beacon of hope. It was Alyscia, his beloved daughter, whose life had been extinguished far too soon for his tastes. In truth she had lived a long and full life but the visage of her was of the girl he remembered, not the woman she grew into being. Remember, he had been frozen in ice for over eight hundred sixty years.
Her presence illuminated the void within him, a warmth that ignited memories of laughter shared and dreams woven together. Alyscia, he breathed, the name barely escaping his lips, laden with longing. She appeared just as he remembered: eyes sparkling with mischief and wisdom beyond her fleeting years. In that transcendent moment, the bond they forged could not be dimmed by the sorrow of her absence.
Father, she replied, her voice a melodic whisper that resonated deeply in the silence, wrapping around his heart like a warm embrace. You’ve wandered far, but your journey is not yet complete. A wave of pride surged within him, tempered by the weight of grief. They stood suspended in time, the vibrant colors swirling around them like a cosmic dance.
I’ve missed you every single day, babygirl, he said, yearning to reach out, only to find an ethereal barrier holding him at bay.
I know, she said, her gaze filled with compassion and understanding. But you have a purpose to fulfill, a destiny that still awaits. The Force has more in store for you, and the galaxy needs your strength.
His thoughts raced with memories of battles fought and sacrifices made, yet in this moment, all he could feel was an overwhelming surge of love for her. He had heard this speech countless times before.
It’s been over nine hundred years, and I still miss you every day. I always have to make a choice, and I am tired of it. he asked, the weight of his loss pressing down like a Guardian over his heart.
I am here now, is that not a good thing?
Don’t get me wrong, it’s a great thing, a wonderful feeling to see you with my own two eyes, but all this does is remind me of what I have lost. How can I carry on without you?
By living, by fighting for those who cannot fight for themselves, she urged, her eyes fierce with conviction. Let the light within you guide your way. You will never be alone in this struggle. As her words hung in the air, the surroundings shimmered like the night sky ablaze with countless stars, echoing the joyful laughter that was forever etched in his soul.
Caltin understood with a clarity that transcended this realm that this was not a farewell, but a powerful reminder of strength and perseverance—a call to honor her memory by championing the light. With that realization surging through him, the scene began to fade, but her brilliant essence remained etched in his heart—a guiding star illuminating the path ahead, unyielding and resolute as he prepared to face the trials that loomed before him.
Caltin felt a surge of anger rise within him as he processed Alyscia's words. The idea that he had come to rely on the Force, that he had allowed it to become a crutch, was unacceptable. I’ve never depended on the Force to save me, he asserted vehemently.
Alyscia’s expression softened but held a note of urgency. That was before you were frozen, Father. Eight hundred-sixty years before you emerged from the ice, and when you did, you weren’t the same man. Something in you changed, and not just your atrophied connection to the Force. You lost a part of yourself.
That was addressed. I seeked out the Wellspring of Life. They changed me.
That was not meant to be a permanent thing. You were supposed to learn the Force again, not use what you were given. You misunderstood and right now this is what you have brought on the future.
Before he could respond, the air around them shifted, and a flood of visions washed over him. Time seemed to collapse as he was thrust into a scene he dreaded to see. He watched helplessly as his son, Connel, a brave and promising Jedi Shadow, was caught in a chaotic rampage. Caltin’s heart sank as he saw the faces filled with fear, the destruction left behind. He relived the moment when Connel was overwhelmed, his lightsaber skills failing against the onslaught. The vision of his son's fall haunted him, fueling his determination to confront the trials ahead with renewed strength and clarity. He watched as on the planet Woostri, Connel Lost all connection to him, and on Prakith how his fury drew him deeper and deeper, moving further and further away from the son he knew.
Ether's Judgement Chapter II
No… not Connel, he murmured, agony flooding his chest as he felt a wave of grief wash over him. He wished to intervene, to change the course of fate, but he was trapped in this painful moment of a possible future..
As the vision continued, he witnessed Chrysa, his beloved wife, moving through her despair like a specter lost in grief. Her face was distorted by anguish, and soon, he saw the flicker of darkness clouding her once-bright spirit. She fell back towards the Dark Side, consumed by her sorrow and rage. She lost him once, and was losing him again. She couldn't take it.
This can’t be how it ends for them, Caltin implored, desperation lacing his voice. This isn’t supposed to happen!
Isn’t it? Alyscia pressed gently. You have to understand, this is the consequence of your choices. You weren’t there to protect them. You couldn’t even save yourself, from something you shouldn't have had to think about.
Fury and disbelief clawed at him. Wait? Do you mean to tell me that you’re trying to blame me for their deaths? I did what I had to do. I had to survive! Everything I did, EVERYTHING I did was for others. I always put myself last!
Yet the old Caltin would have survived that blast from the Mandalorian dreadnought, she reminded him, her tone piercing through his defenses. He would have sensed the danger and dodged it. He would have continued the fight.
The weight of her words landed heavily upon him, and he felt the truth radiating from her. He saw flickers of his past self: the confident Jedi who stood resilient in the face of adversity. The man who could call upon the Force in harmony with his spirit, dodging blaster fire and standing unwavering against darkness. That man would never have allowed himself to be so vulnerable.
Your transformation put a barrier between you and the Force, Alyscia continued, sorrow woven into her voice. And while you fought bravely, it came at a terrible cost. What should have helped you, took more away from you than what you had originally suffered from.
Caltin's breath caught, the truth finally beginning to pierce through the layers of denial he'd built. I… I failed them, I failed everyone he whispered, the realization crushing him under its weight.He had let his guard down, allowing his fears and doubts to consume him. Now, he saw the consequences of his actions, the lives lost, and the trust shattered. It was time to confront his past and find redemption.
Alyscia stepped closer, her presence a soothing balm in the midst of his turmoil. You must accept this failure to heal. Reclaim your strength, not just for yourself but for them. You carry a legacy, and you still have the chance to honor it. You didn’t fail. I won’t let my daddy fail. Putting a hand on his arm, she gave him the smirk reserved only for him.
The vision faded, leaving Caltin standing in a vast expanse of light. The ache of his family’s loss lingered, but a flicker of determination ignited within him. He wouldn’t allow their deaths to be in vain. He would not live in the shadow of regret any longer.
I’m not done, he vowed, the conviction firm in his heart. I never cared about the opinion of anyone outside my family, be it blood or sworn. I won’t now. I’m going to get that back, all of it. Even if I didn't matter to many before, if I don't matter to any now, that is not who I am, never has been and never will be.
Alyscia nodded, her eyes shining with pride and hope. There you are, Father. Use this moment to guide your next steps; the journey ahead is yours to shape.
With a newfound sense of purpose, Caltin felt the ties of the Force strengthening once more, ready to face whatever lay ahead.Caltin struggled to grasp the reality of his situation, his thoughts a jumbled whirlwind. How could he have failed to dodge a simple shot? A strike that seemed so trivial yet had cost him everything. The shame gnawed at him, mingling with the pain of loss and confusion. How could I have let this happen? I’ve trained for years... I should have been able to sense it coming.
Alyscia regarded him with a mixture of compassion and wisdom, her presence steady and reassuring. You were losing your connection to the Force, Father. The energy that binds us all—it was slipping away from you. That dreadnaught’s shot was just a reminder of what you had let go, she said gently.
But I thought I had control, Caltin replied, frustration rippling through his words. I thought I could manage it this time. I could manage it... I felt strong. I—
You relied too much on that change, Alyscia interrupted, her voice firm yet soothing. What transformed you initially—the pain, the anger—it was a temporary fix. A band-aid placed over a wound that you never really healed. It was never meant to last forever.
He looked down, grappling with the realization that stung like fresh wounds. So, you’re saying that even though I could handle it before... now... I became dependent on it... a crutch? His voice wavered as he considered the implications.
Yes, she affirmed softly. Even if unwittingly, you allowed it to dictate your actions. It distorted your perception, made you doubt the very skills you trained to hone. As odd as that is for me to say, you relied on something you once promised yourself you never would. You’ve faced darkness before, all of your life; you know better. True strength comes from embracing the entirety of the Force, not just the parts that make you feel powerful.
Caltin felt the weight of her words settle in his heart. The journey he had taken, the choices he made—they were his own to own, but they had created a distance between him and the Light. The realization that his past missteps had cost him so dearly was painful, but there was a flicker of hope within those lessons.
What do I do now? he asked, vulnerability etched in his voice. This was a difficult pill to swallow...
... everything was indeed... his fault.
As the vision continued, he witnessed Chrysa, his beloved wife, moving through her despair like a specter lost in grief. Her face was distorted by anguish, and soon, he saw the flicker of darkness clouding her once-bright spirit. She fell back towards the Dark Side, consumed by her sorrow and rage. She lost him once, and was losing him again. She couldn't take it.
This can’t be how it ends for them, Caltin implored, desperation lacing his voice. This isn’t supposed to happen!
Isn’t it? Alyscia pressed gently. You have to understand, this is the consequence of your choices. You weren’t there to protect them. You couldn’t even save yourself, from something you shouldn't have had to think about.
Fury and disbelief clawed at him. Wait? Do you mean to tell me that you’re trying to blame me for their deaths? I did what I had to do. I had to survive! Everything I did, EVERYTHING I did was for others. I always put myself last!
Yet the old Caltin would have survived that blast from the Mandalorian dreadnought, she reminded him, her tone piercing through his defenses. He would have sensed the danger and dodged it. He would have continued the fight.
The weight of her words landed heavily upon him, and he felt the truth radiating from her. He saw flickers of his past self: the confident Jedi who stood resilient in the face of adversity. The man who could call upon the Force in harmony with his spirit, dodging blaster fire and standing unwavering against darkness. That man would never have allowed himself to be so vulnerable.
Your transformation put a barrier between you and the Force, Alyscia continued, sorrow woven into her voice. And while you fought bravely, it came at a terrible cost. What should have helped you, took more away from you than what you had originally suffered from.
Caltin's breath caught, the truth finally beginning to pierce through the layers of denial he'd built. I… I failed them, I failed everyone he whispered, the realization crushing him under its weight.He had let his guard down, allowing his fears and doubts to consume him. Now, he saw the consequences of his actions, the lives lost, and the trust shattered. It was time to confront his past and find redemption.
Alyscia stepped closer, her presence a soothing balm in the midst of his turmoil. You must accept this failure to heal. Reclaim your strength, not just for yourself but for them. You carry a legacy, and you still have the chance to honor it. You didn’t fail. I won’t let my daddy fail. Putting a hand on his arm, she gave him the smirk reserved only for him.
The vision faded, leaving Caltin standing in a vast expanse of light. The ache of his family’s loss lingered, but a flicker of determination ignited within him. He wouldn’t allow their deaths to be in vain. He would not live in the shadow of regret any longer.
I’m not done, he vowed, the conviction firm in his heart. I never cared about the opinion of anyone outside my family, be it blood or sworn. I won’t now. I’m going to get that back, all of it. Even if I didn't matter to many before, if I don't matter to any now, that is not who I am, never has been and never will be.
Alyscia nodded, her eyes shining with pride and hope. There you are, Father. Use this moment to guide your next steps; the journey ahead is yours to shape.
With a newfound sense of purpose, Caltin felt the ties of the Force strengthening once more, ready to face whatever lay ahead.Caltin struggled to grasp the reality of his situation, his thoughts a jumbled whirlwind. How could he have failed to dodge a simple shot? A strike that seemed so trivial yet had cost him everything. The shame gnawed at him, mingling with the pain of loss and confusion. How could I have let this happen? I’ve trained for years... I should have been able to sense it coming.
Alyscia regarded him with a mixture of compassion and wisdom, her presence steady and reassuring. You were losing your connection to the Force, Father. The energy that binds us all—it was slipping away from you. That dreadnaught’s shot was just a reminder of what you had let go, she said gently.
But I thought I had control, Caltin replied, frustration rippling through his words. I thought I could manage it this time. I could manage it... I felt strong. I—
You relied too much on that change, Alyscia interrupted, her voice firm yet soothing. What transformed you initially—the pain, the anger—it was a temporary fix. A band-aid placed over a wound that you never really healed. It was never meant to last forever.
He looked down, grappling with the realization that stung like fresh wounds. So, you’re saying that even though I could handle it before... now... I became dependent on it... a crutch? His voice wavered as he considered the implications.
Yes, she affirmed softly. Even if unwittingly, you allowed it to dictate your actions. It distorted your perception, made you doubt the very skills you trained to hone. As odd as that is for me to say, you relied on something you once promised yourself you never would. You’ve faced darkness before, all of your life; you know better. True strength comes from embracing the entirety of the Force, not just the parts that make you feel powerful.
Caltin felt the weight of her words settle in his heart. The journey he had taken, the choices he made—they were his own to own, but they had created a distance between him and the Light. The realization that his past missteps had cost him so dearly was painful, but there was a flicker of hope within those lessons.
What do I do now? he asked, vulnerability etched in his voice. This was a difficult pill to swallow...
... everything was indeed... his fault.
Ether's Judgement Chapter III
Embrace who you are, imperfections and all, Alyscia said, her eyes shining with encouragement. Use this time to reflect, to grow. Recognize the Force in every moment, whether of joy or pain. Reconnect with your true self, and let that guide you.
He inhaled deeply, feeling the familiar pulse of the Force begin to stir within him once more. It was like a long-lost friend returning, offering solace and strength. Caltin raised his head, determination igniting in his heart. He looked at his daughter, a smile forming on his face.
I remember saying that to you. How did I get such a wonderful daughter?
Now it was her turn to smile.
I had a great teacher, and an even better father.
It’s not over, is it? he asked, a hint of hope blossoming.
No, Father. It’s just the beginning, Alyscia replied with a smile, the light surrounding them shimmering with potential. Together, we’ll navigate this journey. You have much left to accomplish, and the path to healing is yours to reclaim.
With renewed resolve, Caltin felt ready to embrace the next chapter, knowing he wouldn’t walk it alone. Something about it all just did not make sense. Why am I here? It’s just not making sense to me. “The old Caltin” “Possible futures…”?
Caltin, she said softly, her voice echoing with both love and sorrow. You’re here with me, but you need to understand... you’re dead. The dreadnaught killed you.
His heart ached at the revelation, and a palpable sense of disbelief washed over him again. No... it can’t be. I fought to protect you, to protect everyone. This can’t be the end.
Alyscia stepped closer, her eyes reflecting compassion and understanding. You fought bravely, Father, but the battle was lost. You sacrificed so much for the Light. Now, it’s time to let go of that, of what happened. It was not a mistake for you to do any of this, everything that happened brought you here, but it is not over. Your journey doesn’t end here; it transforms.
Caltin’s mind raced with memories of the conflict, the sounds of clashing lightsabers, and the chilling roar of the dreadnaught. He felt a mix of anger and acceptance brewing within him, the weight of his choices heavy on his soul. But there was something in Alyscia's gaze that drew him to her, like a beacon guiding him through the darkness.
What will happen to those I left behind if I fail? he asked, his voice trembling.
They will carry your legacy, your memory," she replied, her smile radiant yet tinged with sadness. It’s not the end for them. You will always be with them, watching over. The Force binds us all, even in death. You won't fail though, if I thought you would, I would not have pulled you here.
With each word, Caltin felt the truth sink in. In this ether, he could feel the presence of the Force, connecting him to everything he loved and fought for. The pain of loss was immense, but beneath it lay a profound sense of peace. One thing that did not make sense to him up to this point was Alyscia's part to play in all of this. Now it made sense, she was being her father's daughter and not accepting what seemed bound to happen. If she couldn't carry his burden for him, she could carry him until he could.
Guide them, he whispered, his resolve hardening. Help them carry on.
Alyscia nodded, her spirit shimmering in the light. Always, Father. Just as I’ll guide you in this new existence. Embrace it, for together, we will inspire hope in the next generation.
As the light enveloped him, Caltin understood that while he may have lost his physical form, his journey had only just begun. He would face this new reality with his daughter by his side, ready to protect the legacy they cherished. Caltin struggled to grasp the reality of his situation, his thoughts a jumbled whirlwind. How could he have failed to dodge a simple shot? A strike that seemed so trivial yet had cost him everything. The shame gnawed at him, mingling with the pain of loss and confusion.
How could I have let this happen? I’ve trained for years... I should have been able to sense it coming. Alyscia regarded him with a mixture of compassion and wisdom, her presence steady and reassuring.
You were losing your connection to the Force, Father. The energy that binds us all—it was slipping away from you. That dreadnaught’s shot was just a reminder of what you had let go, and what you need to let go, she said gently.
I still can’t get past this, I thought I had control, Caltin replied, frustration rippling through his words. I thought I could manage it this time. I felt strong. I—
You relied too much on that change, Alyscia interrupted, her voice firm yet soothing. What transformed you initially—the pain, the anger—it was a temporary fix. A band-aid placed over a wound that you never really healed. It was never meant to last forever. You are not alone in this, it would have went this way with anyone who experienced such a transformation. This is just the after-effect and reminder of the cost of "power".
He looked down, grappling with the realization that stung like fresh wounds. I became dependent on it... a crutch? His voice wavered as he considered the implications.
Yes,” she affirmed softly. Even if unwittingly, you allowed it to dictate your actions. It distorted your perception, made you doubt the very skills you trained to hone. You’ve faced darkness before; you know better. True strength comes from embracing the entirety of the Force, not just the parts that make you feel powerful.
Caltin felt the weight of her words settle in his heart. The journey he had taken, the choices he made—they were his own to own, but they had created a distance between him and the Light. The realization that his past missteps had cost him so dearly was painful, but there was a flicker of hope within those lessons. So what do I do now? he asked, rare vulnerability etched in his voice.
“Remember who you were? How you embraced who you are, imperfections and all, Alyscia said, her eyes shining with encouragement. Use this time to reflect, to grow. Recognize the Force in every moment, whether of joy or pain. Reconnect with your true self, and let that guide you.
He inhaled deeply, feeling the familiar pulse of the Force begin to stir within him once more. It was like a long-lost friend returning, offering solace and strength. Caltin raised his head, determination igniting in his heart. So, remember what it was like back then? Be the man I was then? It’s not over, is it? he asked, a hint of hope blossoming.
No, Father. It’s just the beginning, Alyscia replied with a smile, the light surrounding them shimmering with potential. Together, we’ll navigate this journey. You have much left to accomplish, and the path to healing is yours to reclaim. I lived a full and fruitful life, I have you to thank for that, and this is my way of doing so. With renewed resolve, Caltin felt ready to embrace the next chapter, knowing he wouldn’t walk it alone.
He inhaled deeply, feeling the familiar pulse of the Force begin to stir within him once more. It was like a long-lost friend returning, offering solace and strength. Caltin raised his head, determination igniting in his heart. He looked at his daughter, a smile forming on his face.
I remember saying that to you. How did I get such a wonderful daughter?
Now it was her turn to smile.
I had a great teacher, and an even better father.
It’s not over, is it? he asked, a hint of hope blossoming.
No, Father. It’s just the beginning, Alyscia replied with a smile, the light surrounding them shimmering with potential. Together, we’ll navigate this journey. You have much left to accomplish, and the path to healing is yours to reclaim.
With renewed resolve, Caltin felt ready to embrace the next chapter, knowing he wouldn’t walk it alone. Something about it all just did not make sense. Why am I here? It’s just not making sense to me. “The old Caltin” “Possible futures…”?
Caltin, she said softly, her voice echoing with both love and sorrow. You’re here with me, but you need to understand... you’re dead. The dreadnaught killed you.
His heart ached at the revelation, and a palpable sense of disbelief washed over him again. No... it can’t be. I fought to protect you, to protect everyone. This can’t be the end.
Alyscia stepped closer, her eyes reflecting compassion and understanding. You fought bravely, Father, but the battle was lost. You sacrificed so much for the Light. Now, it’s time to let go of that, of what happened. It was not a mistake for you to do any of this, everything that happened brought you here, but it is not over. Your journey doesn’t end here; it transforms.
Caltin’s mind raced with memories of the conflict, the sounds of clashing lightsabers, and the chilling roar of the dreadnaught. He felt a mix of anger and acceptance brewing within him, the weight of his choices heavy on his soul. But there was something in Alyscia's gaze that drew him to her, like a beacon guiding him through the darkness.
What will happen to those I left behind if I fail? he asked, his voice trembling.
They will carry your legacy, your memory," she replied, her smile radiant yet tinged with sadness. It’s not the end for them. You will always be with them, watching over. The Force binds us all, even in death. You won't fail though, if I thought you would, I would not have pulled you here.
With each word, Caltin felt the truth sink in. In this ether, he could feel the presence of the Force, connecting him to everything he loved and fought for. The pain of loss was immense, but beneath it lay a profound sense of peace. One thing that did not make sense to him up to this point was Alyscia's part to play in all of this. Now it made sense, she was being her father's daughter and not accepting what seemed bound to happen. If she couldn't carry his burden for him, she could carry him until he could.
Guide them, he whispered, his resolve hardening. Help them carry on.
Alyscia nodded, her spirit shimmering in the light. Always, Father. Just as I’ll guide you in this new existence. Embrace it, for together, we will inspire hope in the next generation.
As the light enveloped him, Caltin understood that while he may have lost his physical form, his journey had only just begun. He would face this new reality with his daughter by his side, ready to protect the legacy they cherished. Caltin struggled to grasp the reality of his situation, his thoughts a jumbled whirlwind. How could he have failed to dodge a simple shot? A strike that seemed so trivial yet had cost him everything. The shame gnawed at him, mingling with the pain of loss and confusion.
How could I have let this happen? I’ve trained for years... I should have been able to sense it coming. Alyscia regarded him with a mixture of compassion and wisdom, her presence steady and reassuring.
You were losing your connection to the Force, Father. The energy that binds us all—it was slipping away from you. That dreadnaught’s shot was just a reminder of what you had let go, and what you need to let go, she said gently.
I still can’t get past this, I thought I had control, Caltin replied, frustration rippling through his words. I thought I could manage it this time. I felt strong. I—
You relied too much on that change, Alyscia interrupted, her voice firm yet soothing. What transformed you initially—the pain, the anger—it was a temporary fix. A band-aid placed over a wound that you never really healed. It was never meant to last forever. You are not alone in this, it would have went this way with anyone who experienced such a transformation. This is just the after-effect and reminder of the cost of "power".
He looked down, grappling with the realization that stung like fresh wounds. I became dependent on it... a crutch? His voice wavered as he considered the implications.
Yes,” she affirmed softly. Even if unwittingly, you allowed it to dictate your actions. It distorted your perception, made you doubt the very skills you trained to hone. You’ve faced darkness before; you know better. True strength comes from embracing the entirety of the Force, not just the parts that make you feel powerful.
Caltin felt the weight of her words settle in his heart. The journey he had taken, the choices he made—they were his own to own, but they had created a distance between him and the Light. The realization that his past missteps had cost him so dearly was painful, but there was a flicker of hope within those lessons. So what do I do now? he asked, rare vulnerability etched in his voice.
“Remember who you were? How you embraced who you are, imperfections and all, Alyscia said, her eyes shining with encouragement. Use this time to reflect, to grow. Recognize the Force in every moment, whether of joy or pain. Reconnect with your true self, and let that guide you.
He inhaled deeply, feeling the familiar pulse of the Force begin to stir within him once more. It was like a long-lost friend returning, offering solace and strength. Caltin raised his head, determination igniting in his heart. So, remember what it was like back then? Be the man I was then? It’s not over, is it? he asked, a hint of hope blossoming.
No, Father. It’s just the beginning, Alyscia replied with a smile, the light surrounding them shimmering with potential. Together, we’ll navigate this journey. You have much left to accomplish, and the path to healing is yours to reclaim. I lived a full and fruitful life, I have you to thank for that, and this is my way of doing so. With renewed resolve, Caltin felt ready to embrace the next chapter, knowing he wouldn’t walk it alone.
Ether's Judgement Chapter IV
There was a problem, though; he was still dead, and there was no known way to bring him back. As the reality of this truth settled in, a feeling of helplessness washed over Caltin like a tidal wave, threatening to drown him in despair. The warmth of Alyscia’s presence offered fleeting comfort, but it couldn’t erase the cold grip of loss that had wrapped itself around his heart.
Father, listen to me, Alyscia urged, her voice steady despite the turbulence surrounding them. You may not be able to change the past, but you can forge a new future. Every choice you make from this moment will ripple through the lives of those you love. They depend on you now more than ever.
Caltin’s mind raced, grappling with his emotions. The visions of his son and wife haunted him, their struggles twisted in agony. Could he really make a difference? You make me sound like I am some “cape and tights” holo-movie hero. How can I fight for them when I couldn’t even protect them? Stand for them? Stand with them? Stand up to those against them? You know what I mean… he questioned, frustration mingling with a level of sorrow.
You must confront the darkness within yourself, she replied firmly. It won’t be easy, but acknowledge your fear and grief; don’t let them consume you. Use them as fuel. Let your heart be your strength rather than your weakness.
At that moment, he realized that Alyscia was right. He couldn’t change what had happened, but he could channel the pain of his losses into determination, everything he put others through, himself through, it could all be some level of inspiration. It was a difficult truth to accept, but he understood that dwelling in sorrow would only keep him from moving forward. What if I fail? he asked, vulnerability threading through his voice.
Then you fight again, and again, and again. That’s what you do. That’s what we do; we rise. You taught me that if the cause is just, to never give up on it. I know you are not meant to be here right now, and I am not leaving until this mistake was made right, or I have exhausted everything possible and impossible. We fight for each other, for hope, and for love. You have the strength of the Force behind you. You carry my light, along with your memories, she said, her eyes radiating a fierce determination that sent a jolt of energy through him and there was the smirk.
Caltin felt a flicker of hope ignite in the depths of his being, a renewed resolve forming within him. Perhaps it wasn’t about bringing back the dead, but honoring their legacy by continuing the fight. The galaxy was still in peril, and he would not let fear dictate his path any longer. He looked at Alyscia, whose presence now felt more solid, a guiding star in his darkest hour smiling in regards to her last words.
There you go again using that rock solid logic I taught you. I won’t let you down, he vowed, the weight of his promise hanging in the air. With a gentle smile, Alyscia began to fade, the vibrant colors of the ether swirling more rapidly around them.
You can’t let yourself down. Remember, even in darkness, the light remains. Let it guide you. Her voice echoed softly in the distance as the world around him began to shift, the memories of laughter and love illuminating the shadows of grief. As Caltin stood alone once more, he carried her spirit with him like an eternal flame. He would honor his family's legacy, fight against the darkness that threatened their future, and ensure their sacrifices were not in vain. The trials ahead were daunting, but with each step, he felt the light within him growing stronger.
Caltin's heart raced as he struggled against the tides of despair that threatened to pull him under. The luminous ether around him seemed to ripple with energy and potential. Alyscia stood before him, her radiant form flickering like a candle in a storm, and he could feel the weight of her gaze piercing through the veil of sorrow that enveloped him. He was still in the Ether, and he did not accept it. No, Alyscia. I won’t accept this, he declared, his voice steady despite the turmoil within. There has to be a way—a way to reach them, to go back. You can guide me, can’t you?
Alyscia’s expression shifted, a mixture of sadness and pride reflecting in her eyes. Father, I want nothing more than to help you, but the paths of the living and the dead are different. Each choice shapes what is to come, and choices have consequences, even the unintentional ones.
But I can't let it end like this, he replied, desperation lacing his words. Connel… Chrysa… it’s bad enough I lost you… I can’t allow what could happen. They deserve a chance to fight, to live—as I once did.
Alyscia stepped closer, her warmth flooding the space between them. First of all, you never lost me. You allowed me to live a full life, have children, GRANDchildren, a Legacy you have met through Jax Thio, Joran Del-Finn . You have the power to change their fates just as you did mine, but it starts with you. You must reconcile with your past and embrace the strength remaining within you. You are a Jedi Master, you did that without a special connection, you did that without any special actions. You did that by being you. Your journey isn’t about finding them in the ether; it’s about reclaiming the light you’ve forgotten.
Caltin’s mind raced as he remembered the teachings of the Jedi, the connections they forged not just with one another, but with the living Force. You’re telling me… that I need to reach within myself? To utilize the connection I still have with them?
Exactly, she affirmed, her voice unwavering. Their lives are intertwined with yours, and the Force flows through them as it does through you. Trust in that bond. Fight to protect what is still yours while still coming to terms with what you lost. The vibrant ether around them shimmered in response to his mounting resolve, colors swirling like galaxies being reborn.
Caltin took a deep breath, centering himself, drawing forth the memories, the laughter, the warmth of family. He felt them brush against his heart—their joys, their sorrows—each drawing him closer to the light. Then I will do it, he vowed, the fire inside him igniting with purpose. I will reach out to them. I refuse to let fear dictate my journey any longer. With a determined resolve, he closed his eyes, anchoring himself in the essence of the Force.
He envisioned Connel, brave and valiant, and Chrysa, whose love could light the darkest moments. He calibrated his emotions, focusing on the threads of hope that wove through the pain like golden strands of light. Alyscia, guide me, he whispered, tapping into the cosmic dance that enveloped them. Help me connect—help me bring them back into my heart.
In the heart of the ether, as the luminous colors pulsed with life, Caltin opened himself to the depths of the moment, willing to reach beyond the confines that once held him captive. He drew upon his memories, the love he had for them, and the strength of the Force that hummed just beyond his fingertips. The barrier started to waver, and for the first time since the dark day he lost it all, hope sparkled anew. In that pivotal instant, he was determined: the trial before him was not just a challenge—it was a promise to honor his family's legacy, a chance to heal the fractures that grief had carved into his spirit. Breath caught in his throat, he felt the shifting shadows around him swell as if affirming his resolve. Caltin was not done fighting, and this was only the beginning.
With his determination ignited, Caltin focused on reaching out to Connel, pouring every ounce of love and strength into his son's name, letting its resonance fill the ether around him. He felt a flicker—the faint spark of his son’s awareness. Connel! Hear me! he called out, urging the connection to solidify. He could see the Shadow stop and look around, his mind racing, . But just as swiftly, the flicker waned, slipping through his grasp like water between his fingers. Frustration tightened in his chest. He tried again, this time extending his reach to Michael, his distant nephew. Michael! It’s Uncle Caltin! he exclaimed, but the response was no stronger. The connection flickered a moment longer before fading into silence. Each failed attempt sent waves of despair crashing over him, gnawing at the hope he had just rekindled.
No! he shouted into the void, the echo of his voice swallowed by the swirling ether. Every name he called out, every bond he attempted to reach felt like a missed opportunity, slipping just out of reach. The illumination around him dimmed with each lost connection, and shadows threatened to close in on his resolve. Desperation clawed at him determination bowled him over. There had to be someone who could hear him.
Then it struck him: his wife, Chrysa. The thought sent a jolt through him, a reminder of the bond they shared that had once transcended the vastness of space and time. Chrysa! he beckoned, heart soaring with the possibility that their connection could overcome the darkness enveloping him. He reached out with every fiber of his being, focusing on her presence, her warmth, the love that had once anchored him in the storm.
He felt a flicker again, but this time, it steadied, a glimmer of something strong and unwavering. Chrysa! Please, I need you to hear me! In that moment, he felt her, but… it was different. It was as if she reached through the barrier with more than just spirit; she pulled on the thread that connected them, pulling him back toward her. A warmth enveloped him, stronger than the Force, a palpable bond tethering them together.
Father, listen to me, Alyscia urged, her voice steady despite the turbulence surrounding them. You may not be able to change the past, but you can forge a new future. Every choice you make from this moment will ripple through the lives of those you love. They depend on you now more than ever.
Caltin’s mind raced, grappling with his emotions. The visions of his son and wife haunted him, their struggles twisted in agony. Could he really make a difference? You make me sound like I am some “cape and tights” holo-movie hero. How can I fight for them when I couldn’t even protect them? Stand for them? Stand with them? Stand up to those against them? You know what I mean… he questioned, frustration mingling with a level of sorrow.
You must confront the darkness within yourself, she replied firmly. It won’t be easy, but acknowledge your fear and grief; don’t let them consume you. Use them as fuel. Let your heart be your strength rather than your weakness.
At that moment, he realized that Alyscia was right. He couldn’t change what had happened, but he could channel the pain of his losses into determination, everything he put others through, himself through, it could all be some level of inspiration. It was a difficult truth to accept, but he understood that dwelling in sorrow would only keep him from moving forward. What if I fail? he asked, vulnerability threading through his voice.
Then you fight again, and again, and again. That’s what you do. That’s what we do; we rise. You taught me that if the cause is just, to never give up on it. I know you are not meant to be here right now, and I am not leaving until this mistake was made right, or I have exhausted everything possible and impossible. We fight for each other, for hope, and for love. You have the strength of the Force behind you. You carry my light, along with your memories, she said, her eyes radiating a fierce determination that sent a jolt of energy through him and there was the smirk.
Caltin felt a flicker of hope ignite in the depths of his being, a renewed resolve forming within him. Perhaps it wasn’t about bringing back the dead, but honoring their legacy by continuing the fight. The galaxy was still in peril, and he would not let fear dictate his path any longer. He looked at Alyscia, whose presence now felt more solid, a guiding star in his darkest hour smiling in regards to her last words.
There you go again using that rock solid logic I taught you. I won’t let you down, he vowed, the weight of his promise hanging in the air. With a gentle smile, Alyscia began to fade, the vibrant colors of the ether swirling more rapidly around them.
You can’t let yourself down. Remember, even in darkness, the light remains. Let it guide you. Her voice echoed softly in the distance as the world around him began to shift, the memories of laughter and love illuminating the shadows of grief. As Caltin stood alone once more, he carried her spirit with him like an eternal flame. He would honor his family's legacy, fight against the darkness that threatened their future, and ensure their sacrifices were not in vain. The trials ahead were daunting, but with each step, he felt the light within him growing stronger.
Caltin's heart raced as he struggled against the tides of despair that threatened to pull him under. The luminous ether around him seemed to ripple with energy and potential. Alyscia stood before him, her radiant form flickering like a candle in a storm, and he could feel the weight of her gaze piercing through the veil of sorrow that enveloped him. He was still in the Ether, and he did not accept it. No, Alyscia. I won’t accept this, he declared, his voice steady despite the turmoil within. There has to be a way—a way to reach them, to go back. You can guide me, can’t you?
Alyscia’s expression shifted, a mixture of sadness and pride reflecting in her eyes. Father, I want nothing more than to help you, but the paths of the living and the dead are different. Each choice shapes what is to come, and choices have consequences, even the unintentional ones.
But I can't let it end like this, he replied, desperation lacing his words. Connel… Chrysa… it’s bad enough I lost you… I can’t allow what could happen. They deserve a chance to fight, to live—as I once did.
Alyscia stepped closer, her warmth flooding the space between them. First of all, you never lost me. You allowed me to live a full life, have children, GRANDchildren, a Legacy you have met through Jax Thio, Joran Del-Finn . You have the power to change their fates just as you did mine, but it starts with you. You must reconcile with your past and embrace the strength remaining within you. You are a Jedi Master, you did that without a special connection, you did that without any special actions. You did that by being you. Your journey isn’t about finding them in the ether; it’s about reclaiming the light you’ve forgotten.
Caltin’s mind raced as he remembered the teachings of the Jedi, the connections they forged not just with one another, but with the living Force. You’re telling me… that I need to reach within myself? To utilize the connection I still have with them?
Exactly, she affirmed, her voice unwavering. Their lives are intertwined with yours, and the Force flows through them as it does through you. Trust in that bond. Fight to protect what is still yours while still coming to terms with what you lost. The vibrant ether around them shimmered in response to his mounting resolve, colors swirling like galaxies being reborn.
Caltin took a deep breath, centering himself, drawing forth the memories, the laughter, the warmth of family. He felt them brush against his heart—their joys, their sorrows—each drawing him closer to the light. Then I will do it, he vowed, the fire inside him igniting with purpose. I will reach out to them. I refuse to let fear dictate my journey any longer. With a determined resolve, he closed his eyes, anchoring himself in the essence of the Force.
He envisioned Connel, brave and valiant, and Chrysa, whose love could light the darkest moments. He calibrated his emotions, focusing on the threads of hope that wove through the pain like golden strands of light. Alyscia, guide me, he whispered, tapping into the cosmic dance that enveloped them. Help me connect—help me bring them back into my heart.
In the heart of the ether, as the luminous colors pulsed with life, Caltin opened himself to the depths of the moment, willing to reach beyond the confines that once held him captive. He drew upon his memories, the love he had for them, and the strength of the Force that hummed just beyond his fingertips. The barrier started to waver, and for the first time since the dark day he lost it all, hope sparkled anew. In that pivotal instant, he was determined: the trial before him was not just a challenge—it was a promise to honor his family's legacy, a chance to heal the fractures that grief had carved into his spirit. Breath caught in his throat, he felt the shifting shadows around him swell as if affirming his resolve. Caltin was not done fighting, and this was only the beginning.
With his determination ignited, Caltin focused on reaching out to Connel, pouring every ounce of love and strength into his son's name, letting its resonance fill the ether around him. He felt a flicker—the faint spark of his son’s awareness. Connel! Hear me! he called out, urging the connection to solidify. He could see the Shadow stop and look around, his mind racing, . But just as swiftly, the flicker waned, slipping through his grasp like water between his fingers. Frustration tightened in his chest. He tried again, this time extending his reach to Michael, his distant nephew. Michael! It’s Uncle Caltin! he exclaimed, but the response was no stronger. The connection flickered a moment longer before fading into silence. Each failed attempt sent waves of despair crashing over him, gnawing at the hope he had just rekindled.
No! he shouted into the void, the echo of his voice swallowed by the swirling ether. Every name he called out, every bond he attempted to reach felt like a missed opportunity, slipping just out of reach. The illumination around him dimmed with each lost connection, and shadows threatened to close in on his resolve. Desperation clawed at him determination bowled him over. There had to be someone who could hear him.
Then it struck him: his wife, Chrysa. The thought sent a jolt through him, a reminder of the bond they shared that had once transcended the vastness of space and time. Chrysa! he beckoned, heart soaring with the possibility that their connection could overcome the darkness enveloping him. He reached out with every fiber of his being, focusing on her presence, her warmth, the love that had once anchored him in the storm.
He felt a flicker again, but this time, it steadied, a glimmer of something strong and unwavering. Chrysa! Please, I need you to hear me! In that moment, he felt her, but… it was different. It was as if she reached through the barrier with more than just spirit; she pulled on the thread that connected them, pulling him back toward her. A warmth enveloped him, stronger than the Force, a palpable bond tethering them together.
Ether's Final Judgement
“Caltin…” Her voice emerged, filled with longing and strength, yet tinged with a profound sadness. “I’ve missed you so much.” And then, all too suddenly, he felt the tug of her connection wane, as if she were strained against the very fabric of existence in her efforts to reach him.
Chrysa, don’t! You must focus on yourself! he called, realizing too late the toll it was taking on her.
“No, Caltin,” she replied, her voice steady despite the tremor beneath. “You may not think it, but my connection… it’s what ties me to you. I will give this all up, for you. You need to be free to forge ahead; this is what I have to do.”
No! He felt panic rise within him, trying to reject her sacrifice. You can’t do this. You don’t have to give up everything for me. But as he protested, the truth of her resolve bore down on him. With every passing moment, he felt her presence growing dimmer, as if she were exerting every ounce of her being in a desperate act of love. The shimmering aura that surrounded them flickered perilously. Here was a force more potent than what he had envisioned, capable of breaking through any barrier set by fate.
“Caltin, my love,” she spoke gently. “I want you to live. If this is what it takes to help you reclaim your strength, then I will do it. But you must promise me… you will not let my sacrifice be in vain.”
Tears burned in his eyes as he felt the raw power of her love explode within him, lighting up the darkness that had clouded his heart for too long. Chrysa! he cried out, desperation echoing through him. I can’t lose you.
“You won’t lose me,” she reassured him, and he could feel her resolve surging through the bond, wrapping around him, coiling like a protective embrace. “I will always be with you, in the light, no matter where this takes you.” In that moment, Caltin realized the depths of her love—the profound courage it took for her to step into this unknown realm, for the sake of their family. The ether around them shimmered wildly as if acknowledging the magnitude of her sacrifice. He focused deeply, channeling her strength and love, willing the connection to flourish and expand.
With one last pulse of light from her essence, he felt the heaviness lift, the clarity returning, a powerful reminder that it wasn’t just the Force that moved through him but the love they had shared, transcending the boundaries of life and death. Thank you, he whispered, his heart aching yet filled with a renewed fire. I promise I will fight for us, for Connel, for everything you’ve given. I won’t let your sacrifice go in vain.
As he steadied himself, preparing to face whatever lay ahead, he felt her warmth surround him one last time—a guiding star illuminating his way forward. With each breath, he channeled all that she had bestowed upon him, the ties that bound them transforming into anchors of hope, igniting his spirit as he stood on the precipice of a new journey—one that would honor her love and the lives they fought to reclaim. She would not die from this, but this was clearly something that could never be repeated.
Caltin stirred from the depths of oblivion, awakening to the astonishing realization that he had been granted a remarkable second chance at life. The sensation was almost electric, a vibrant energy coursing through his being and filling him with an invigorating warmth that hinted at newfound possibilities. Although his physical form bore the indelible marks of his arduous past, he felt an exhilarating sense of youthfulness, as if he were stepping into a world brimming with opportunity. As he took in his surroundings, a profound serenity enveloped him, wrapping around his emotions like a gentle embrace.
This clarity illuminated the once-shadowed corners of his mind, allowing him to experience his feelings without the weight of turmoil that had plagued him for so long. Yet, alongside this sense of rebirth came a profound challenge. He found himself grappling with the Force, that elusive current of energy that had once surged effortlessly through his veins. Now, it felt distant and fragmented, requiring him to confront the uncomfortable truth that mastery was no longer instinctual. Rather than perceiving this as a setback, Caltin embraced it as a necessary part of his journey, a poignant reminder that true growth often arises from facing adversity head-on.
He recognized that to reclaim his former self, he must embark on an inward journey to reconnect with the roots of his identity as a Jedi Master. With unwavering determination, Caltin understood that he needed to rediscover the teachings and principles that had once been his guiding light. This journey was not merely a regression; it represented an opportunity to fortify his core beliefs and skills. He resolved to shed the heavy mantle of the Vanguard he had become, allowing himself to embrace the fundamental tenets of the Jedi once more. In this moment of reflection, he recognized that hope awaited him, a brilliant beacon illuminating his path ahead.
With each step towards this rediscovery, Caltin felt a sense of purpose rekindling within him, propelling him toward a future rich with promise, unwavering strength, and the possibility of profound transformation.With each breath, he channeled all the love and strength she had given him, feeling a renewed sense of purpose. He knew the path ahead would be challenging, but with her love as his guide, he was ready to face any obstacle. Then she walked into the room. She was alive.
He could not sense her, but she was there, and they were together. She did not give up her life. She gave him her connection to the Force. She would have, he would not let her.
None of that mattered now. They were together again.
Thank you Alyscia, thank you Connel, and most of all, thank you Chrysa.
Chrysa, don’t! You must focus on yourself! he called, realizing too late the toll it was taking on her.
“No, Caltin,” she replied, her voice steady despite the tremor beneath. “You may not think it, but my connection… it’s what ties me to you. I will give this all up, for you. You need to be free to forge ahead; this is what I have to do.”
No! He felt panic rise within him, trying to reject her sacrifice. You can’t do this. You don’t have to give up everything for me. But as he protested, the truth of her resolve bore down on him. With every passing moment, he felt her presence growing dimmer, as if she were exerting every ounce of her being in a desperate act of love. The shimmering aura that surrounded them flickered perilously. Here was a force more potent than what he had envisioned, capable of breaking through any barrier set by fate.
“Caltin, my love,” she spoke gently. “I want you to live. If this is what it takes to help you reclaim your strength, then I will do it. But you must promise me… you will not let my sacrifice be in vain.”
Tears burned in his eyes as he felt the raw power of her love explode within him, lighting up the darkness that had clouded his heart for too long. Chrysa! he cried out, desperation echoing through him. I can’t lose you.
“You won’t lose me,” she reassured him, and he could feel her resolve surging through the bond, wrapping around him, coiling like a protective embrace. “I will always be with you, in the light, no matter where this takes you.” In that moment, Caltin realized the depths of her love—the profound courage it took for her to step into this unknown realm, for the sake of their family. The ether around them shimmered wildly as if acknowledging the magnitude of her sacrifice. He focused deeply, channeling her strength and love, willing the connection to flourish and expand.
With one last pulse of light from her essence, he felt the heaviness lift, the clarity returning, a powerful reminder that it wasn’t just the Force that moved through him but the love they had shared, transcending the boundaries of life and death. Thank you, he whispered, his heart aching yet filled with a renewed fire. I promise I will fight for us, for Connel, for everything you’ve given. I won’t let your sacrifice go in vain.
As he steadied himself, preparing to face whatever lay ahead, he felt her warmth surround him one last time—a guiding star illuminating his way forward. With each breath, he channeled all that she had bestowed upon him, the ties that bound them transforming into anchors of hope, igniting his spirit as he stood on the precipice of a new journey—one that would honor her love and the lives they fought to reclaim. She would not die from this, but this was clearly something that could never be repeated.
Caltin stirred from the depths of oblivion, awakening to the astonishing realization that he had been granted a remarkable second chance at life. The sensation was almost electric, a vibrant energy coursing through his being and filling him with an invigorating warmth that hinted at newfound possibilities. Although his physical form bore the indelible marks of his arduous past, he felt an exhilarating sense of youthfulness, as if he were stepping into a world brimming with opportunity. As he took in his surroundings, a profound serenity enveloped him, wrapping around his emotions like a gentle embrace.
This clarity illuminated the once-shadowed corners of his mind, allowing him to experience his feelings without the weight of turmoil that had plagued him for so long. Yet, alongside this sense of rebirth came a profound challenge. He found himself grappling with the Force, that elusive current of energy that had once surged effortlessly through his veins. Now, it felt distant and fragmented, requiring him to confront the uncomfortable truth that mastery was no longer instinctual. Rather than perceiving this as a setback, Caltin embraced it as a necessary part of his journey, a poignant reminder that true growth often arises from facing adversity head-on.
He recognized that to reclaim his former self, he must embark on an inward journey to reconnect with the roots of his identity as a Jedi Master. With unwavering determination, Caltin understood that he needed to rediscover the teachings and principles that had once been his guiding light. This journey was not merely a regression; it represented an opportunity to fortify his core beliefs and skills. He resolved to shed the heavy mantle of the Vanguard he had become, allowing himself to embrace the fundamental tenets of the Jedi once more. In this moment of reflection, he recognized that hope awaited him, a brilliant beacon illuminating his path ahead.
With each step towards this rediscovery, Caltin felt a sense of purpose rekindling within him, propelling him toward a future rich with promise, unwavering strength, and the possibility of profound transformation.With each breath, he channeled all the love and strength she had given him, feeling a renewed sense of purpose. He knew the path ahead would be challenging, but with her love as his guide, he was ready to face any obstacle. Then she walked into the room. She was alive.
He could not sense her, but she was there, and they were together. She did not give up her life. She gave him her connection to the Force. She would have, he would not let her.
None of that mattered now. They were together again.
Thank you Alyscia, thank you Connel, and most of all, thank you Chrysa.
Ether's Final Chapter
It had been a few days since the whole ordeal and Caltin was sitting on the balcony of the Angellus home on Naboo. He was meditating on his future, sitting there quietly, fighting the urge to nod off like he always had. Eventually it paid off, he was in the middle of an ether.
The ether hummed, a symphony of unseen energy that resonated deep within Caltin Vanagor's soul. He sat in the heart of it, legs crossed, hands resting lightly on his knees, his presence a beacon in the swirling grey expanse. He had sought the solace of meditation, a desperate attempt to anchor himself after his resurrection. The Wellspring of Life had given him a second chance, but it had also taken something in return. He was Caltin Vanagor, Jedi Master... but diminished.
A ripple disturbed the stillness. It wasn't the harsh disruption of the dark side, nor the chaotic energy of the unbridled Force, but something else, something…familiar. Two figures began to coalesce from the mist. The first was a young woman, barely more than a girl, with eyes that mirrored the vastness of the cosmos and hair like spun moonlight. Alyscia. His daughter. Lost to him over eight centuries ago. A pang, a sharp, bittersweet ache, resonated in his heart.
Beside her stood a man, broad-shouldered and stern, his jaw set in a familiar, stubborn line. Admiral Liram Angellus. His distant nephew. A good man, a brave soldier, gone too soon, a casualty of the endless wars that plagued the galaxy. His recent loss still stung, a fresh wound upon his ancient spirit.
Caltin's lips curved into a gentle smile. Alyscia? Liram? What brings you to me? The question echoed in the silent expanse, a ripple in the Force that carried his love and surprise.
Alyscia floated closer, her ethereal form radiating warmth. Father, she breathed, her voice like wind chimes in a gentle breeze. We have come to you with a warning.
Liram, ever the pragmatist, cut to the chase. There's a storm coming, Grumpy(a nickname Caltin HATES). A darkness unlike anything we've seen. It’s shrouding the future.
Caltin frowned. He had sensed the growing unrest in the galaxy, the subtle tremors in the Force, but hadn't been able to pinpoint the exact nature of the threat. What kind of darkness?
Alyscia's eyes clouded with a sorrow that transcended even her death. It is a darkness of the spirit, a corruption that eats away at hope. It will test the Jedi, test the very foundations of everything the Jedi stand for, be it the New Jedi Order, the Order of Shiraya, or the Coalition.
I see, Caltin murmured, his gaze shifting between his daughter and his nephew. He felt a surge of gratitude for their presence, but also a nagging sense of inadequacy. He, the once-great Jedi Master, diminished, weakened. …and what role do you see for me in this coming storm?
Alyscia offered a sad, knowing smile. You may not be central to navigating this darkness, Father. Your path will be different. But you will be needed.
Liram nodded in agreement. You'll be needed for the heavy lifting, Master Vanagor. The kind of task that requires…your particular talents.
Caltin chuckled humorlessly. Heavy lifting? That's all I'm good for now? The strong arm of the Jedi? After all I was? Heh, all I was. It’s all I ever was. I was just the big dumb boulder that led the charge into a fight and laughed at every other way. A wave of self-pity washed over him, a bitter taste in his mouth. He felt like a shadow of his former self, a relic of a bygone era. What good was he, when his connection to the Force felt frayed, incomplete? He had strength and the ability to help. Now? Sure, he was alive and there for those around him, but what good was he? He might as well just teach at the Shadow Temple… oh… yeah… right.
Liram's face hardened. He was never one for gentle words, even in the afterlife. With all due respect, old man, that's a load of self-serving Bantha fodder! He took a step closer, his spectral voice rising in volume. You want to know why I was so willing to die at that blasted wedding? Because of my talks with you. You’re the one who told me once that a Jedi is like a sailor, or a soldier, or a peacekeeper. Nobody thinks about them until the kriff hits the fan! Nobody cares until there's a fire to put out, a war to fight, a crime to solve. And when that day comes, they're damn glad someone is ready to stand their ground! You have ALWAYS done this! I read the stories! You did this before all of that “lightning crap” you had given to you. You once had them speaking your name in the halls of the Fething Sith Temples! YOU! Not just “a big Jedi”, YOU! CALTIN FRAKKING VANAGOR! That gur I read about was you! The real you! Whatever you were when I was around was just some fake imitation.
Liram’s words struck Caltin with the force of a physical blow. The Admiral’s spirit burned bright, undeterred by death. He was raw, honest, and unflinchingly loyal.
Since when has it ever been about glory, or recognition, or some fancy title, for you, really for anyone? Liram continued, his voice laced with frustration. It's about duty! About doing what needs to be done, regardless of the cost! You’re a Jedi Master, Caltin! You have a responsibility! Don’t you dare wallow in self-pity when the galaxy is about to burn! Or are you not the person who "has to be able to look at yourself in the mirror"?
Silence descended once more, broken only by the hum of the ether. Caltin stared at Liram, a mixture of surprise, shame, and gratitude swirling within him. He had forgotten what it meant to be a Jedi, to be selfless, to be completely dedicated to the service of others. He had been so consumed by his own loss, his own perceived inadequacy, that he had lost sight of the bigger picture.
A genuine laugh rumbled in his chest. You always were good at knocking some sense into me, Liram. He shook his head, a rueful smile playing on his lips. Thank you. I needed to hear that.
He looked at Alyscia, her gentle gaze filled with understanding and love. I have to learn how to be a Jedi all over again, don’t I?
Alyscia’s smile widened, a radiant glow that filled the ether. You were always a Jedi, Father. You just needed to remember. You may have to direct the flow of the Force through you again like you used to, but the abilities, the strength have always been there. You cannot tell me that you have not missed it on some level.
He smirked and twitched his neck a little. Her words were like a balm to his wounded spirit. He closed his eyes, reaching out with his diminished senses, trying to reconnect with the Force, to rediscover the path that lay before him.
What do you mean exactly by heavy lifting? Caltin asked with curiosity. A genuine need to understand what needed to be done.
Liram crossed his arms over his chest. From what I can tell, it will involve things that the order will have issues doing. Morally grey areas that either need to be walked. Or need to be burned, or need to be pruned.
Caltin sighed with a frown. Then why not someone else?
Because you're it. Liram said with a shrug. There is no one else. You’re connected somehow to everything.
Alyscia smiled reassuringly. Do not be afraid to walk in the dark father. Even in the deepest dark, the light of the force will still guide your way.
Caltin was unsure about those words but he said nothing. He knew that they were supportive, and that was enough.
He opened his eyes, a newfound resolve hardening his gaze. ”Walk in Darkness”, huh? Nothing I haven’t done before. Alright, he said, his voice firm and clear. Tell me everything you know. And don't hold back.
Liram and Alyscia shared a look, a silent communication passing between them. Then, they began to speak, painting a picture of a galaxy teetering on the edge of chaos, of a darkness rising in the shadows, and of the difficult choices that lay ahead.
As they spoke, Caltin listened, absorbing their words, preparing himself for the storm to come. He may have been diminished in his eyes, he may have felt lost at some point, but he was a Jedi. He was basically “reset” back to the way he was when he was younger. Again, a powerful Jedi Master, but no special skills or “godlike” abilities but he was still the Jedi he always was. And he would face whatever challenges lay ahead, with courage, with compassion, and with the unwavering belief in the power of the Force. He was Caltin Vanagor, and he was ready to serve. The ether swirled around them, a silent witness to his renewed commitment. The journey ahead would be long and arduous, but he was no longer alone. He had his duty, he had the memory of his daughter, and the blunt wisdom of his nephew to guide him. And most importantly, he had the Force. And that, he knew, was enough.
As the vision began to fade, Alyscia placed a gentle hand on his cheek, her touch like a cool breeze. We will be watching over you, Father, she whispered. May the Force be with you.
Liram simply nodded, his face softening slightly. Don't screw it up, Master Vanagor.
And then, they were gone. Caltin was left alone once more in the silent expanse of the ether, but he was no longer the same man who had entered it. He was renewed, re-energized, and ready to face the darkness that was coming. He had a galaxy to save, and a duty to fulfill. And he wouldn't let them down. Then…
DAD?! Connel was standing behind him, unable to believe his eyes.
No joke here. The two shared a long hard hug. Chrysa just watched happily from the balcony door.
The ether hummed, a symphony of unseen energy that resonated deep within Caltin Vanagor's soul. He sat in the heart of it, legs crossed, hands resting lightly on his knees, his presence a beacon in the swirling grey expanse. He had sought the solace of meditation, a desperate attempt to anchor himself after his resurrection. The Wellspring of Life had given him a second chance, but it had also taken something in return. He was Caltin Vanagor, Jedi Master... but diminished.
A ripple disturbed the stillness. It wasn't the harsh disruption of the dark side, nor the chaotic energy of the unbridled Force, but something else, something…familiar. Two figures began to coalesce from the mist. The first was a young woman, barely more than a girl, with eyes that mirrored the vastness of the cosmos and hair like spun moonlight. Alyscia. His daughter. Lost to him over eight centuries ago. A pang, a sharp, bittersweet ache, resonated in his heart.
Beside her stood a man, broad-shouldered and stern, his jaw set in a familiar, stubborn line. Admiral Liram Angellus. His distant nephew. A good man, a brave soldier, gone too soon, a casualty of the endless wars that plagued the galaxy. His recent loss still stung, a fresh wound upon his ancient spirit.
Caltin's lips curved into a gentle smile. Alyscia? Liram? What brings you to me? The question echoed in the silent expanse, a ripple in the Force that carried his love and surprise.
Alyscia floated closer, her ethereal form radiating warmth. Father, she breathed, her voice like wind chimes in a gentle breeze. We have come to you with a warning.
Liram, ever the pragmatist, cut to the chase. There's a storm coming, Grumpy(a nickname Caltin HATES). A darkness unlike anything we've seen. It’s shrouding the future.
Caltin frowned. He had sensed the growing unrest in the galaxy, the subtle tremors in the Force, but hadn't been able to pinpoint the exact nature of the threat. What kind of darkness?
Alyscia's eyes clouded with a sorrow that transcended even her death. It is a darkness of the spirit, a corruption that eats away at hope. It will test the Jedi, test the very foundations of everything the Jedi stand for, be it the New Jedi Order, the Order of Shiraya, or the Coalition.
I see, Caltin murmured, his gaze shifting between his daughter and his nephew. He felt a surge of gratitude for their presence, but also a nagging sense of inadequacy. He, the once-great Jedi Master, diminished, weakened. …and what role do you see for me in this coming storm?
Alyscia offered a sad, knowing smile. You may not be central to navigating this darkness, Father. Your path will be different. But you will be needed.
Liram nodded in agreement. You'll be needed for the heavy lifting, Master Vanagor. The kind of task that requires…your particular talents.
Caltin chuckled humorlessly. Heavy lifting? That's all I'm good for now? The strong arm of the Jedi? After all I was? Heh, all I was. It’s all I ever was. I was just the big dumb boulder that led the charge into a fight and laughed at every other way. A wave of self-pity washed over him, a bitter taste in his mouth. He felt like a shadow of his former self, a relic of a bygone era. What good was he, when his connection to the Force felt frayed, incomplete? He had strength and the ability to help. Now? Sure, he was alive and there for those around him, but what good was he? He might as well just teach at the Shadow Temple… oh… yeah… right.
Liram's face hardened. He was never one for gentle words, even in the afterlife. With all due respect, old man, that's a load of self-serving Bantha fodder! He took a step closer, his spectral voice rising in volume. You want to know why I was so willing to die at that blasted wedding? Because of my talks with you. You’re the one who told me once that a Jedi is like a sailor, or a soldier, or a peacekeeper. Nobody thinks about them until the kriff hits the fan! Nobody cares until there's a fire to put out, a war to fight, a crime to solve. And when that day comes, they're damn glad someone is ready to stand their ground! You have ALWAYS done this! I read the stories! You did this before all of that “lightning crap” you had given to you. You once had them speaking your name in the halls of the Fething Sith Temples! YOU! Not just “a big Jedi”, YOU! CALTIN FRAKKING VANAGOR! That gur I read about was you! The real you! Whatever you were when I was around was just some fake imitation.
Liram’s words struck Caltin with the force of a physical blow. The Admiral’s spirit burned bright, undeterred by death. He was raw, honest, and unflinchingly loyal.
Since when has it ever been about glory, or recognition, or some fancy title, for you, really for anyone? Liram continued, his voice laced with frustration. It's about duty! About doing what needs to be done, regardless of the cost! You’re a Jedi Master, Caltin! You have a responsibility! Don’t you dare wallow in self-pity when the galaxy is about to burn! Or are you not the person who "has to be able to look at yourself in the mirror"?
Silence descended once more, broken only by the hum of the ether. Caltin stared at Liram, a mixture of surprise, shame, and gratitude swirling within him. He had forgotten what it meant to be a Jedi, to be selfless, to be completely dedicated to the service of others. He had been so consumed by his own loss, his own perceived inadequacy, that he had lost sight of the bigger picture.
A genuine laugh rumbled in his chest. You always were good at knocking some sense into me, Liram. He shook his head, a rueful smile playing on his lips. Thank you. I needed to hear that.
He looked at Alyscia, her gentle gaze filled with understanding and love. I have to learn how to be a Jedi all over again, don’t I?
Alyscia’s smile widened, a radiant glow that filled the ether. You were always a Jedi, Father. You just needed to remember. You may have to direct the flow of the Force through you again like you used to, but the abilities, the strength have always been there. You cannot tell me that you have not missed it on some level.
He smirked and twitched his neck a little. Her words were like a balm to his wounded spirit. He closed his eyes, reaching out with his diminished senses, trying to reconnect with the Force, to rediscover the path that lay before him.
What do you mean exactly by heavy lifting? Caltin asked with curiosity. A genuine need to understand what needed to be done.
Liram crossed his arms over his chest. From what I can tell, it will involve things that the order will have issues doing. Morally grey areas that either need to be walked. Or need to be burned, or need to be pruned.
Caltin sighed with a frown. Then why not someone else?
Because you're it. Liram said with a shrug. There is no one else. You’re connected somehow to everything.
Alyscia smiled reassuringly. Do not be afraid to walk in the dark father. Even in the deepest dark, the light of the force will still guide your way.
Caltin was unsure about those words but he said nothing. He knew that they were supportive, and that was enough.
He opened his eyes, a newfound resolve hardening his gaze. ”Walk in Darkness”, huh? Nothing I haven’t done before. Alright, he said, his voice firm and clear. Tell me everything you know. And don't hold back.
Liram and Alyscia shared a look, a silent communication passing between them. Then, they began to speak, painting a picture of a galaxy teetering on the edge of chaos, of a darkness rising in the shadows, and of the difficult choices that lay ahead.
As they spoke, Caltin listened, absorbing their words, preparing himself for the storm to come. He may have been diminished in his eyes, he may have felt lost at some point, but he was a Jedi. He was basically “reset” back to the way he was when he was younger. Again, a powerful Jedi Master, but no special skills or “godlike” abilities but he was still the Jedi he always was. And he would face whatever challenges lay ahead, with courage, with compassion, and with the unwavering belief in the power of the Force. He was Caltin Vanagor, and he was ready to serve. The ether swirled around them, a silent witness to his renewed commitment. The journey ahead would be long and arduous, but he was no longer alone. He had his duty, he had the memory of his daughter, and the blunt wisdom of his nephew to guide him. And most importantly, he had the Force. And that, he knew, was enough.
As the vision began to fade, Alyscia placed a gentle hand on his cheek, her touch like a cool breeze. We will be watching over you, Father, she whispered. May the Force be with you.
Liram simply nodded, his face softening slightly. Don't screw it up, Master Vanagor.
And then, they were gone. Caltin was left alone once more in the silent expanse of the ether, but he was no longer the same man who had entered it. He was renewed, re-energized, and ready to face the darkness that was coming. He had a galaxy to save, and a duty to fulfill. And he wouldn't let them down. Then…
DAD?! Connel was standing behind him, unable to believe his eyes.
No joke here. The two shared a long hard hug. Chrysa just watched happily from the balcony door.
