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Objective I — Akar Kesh
Master Alum could watch over things for now at the Shadow Temple, the place was built to be self-sufficient anyway. He was not going to be there, not even to visit other Temples, no he needed the time in seclusion in case he wouldn’t be back. So did Connel. They made sure to spend time with those who mattered the most. To recognize an emotion and not let it define you was to experience it to the fullest and move on. So that meant that the big man, and his son were spending time with the Matriarch of the family. Of course because since she was considered “family” as well and did not have one of her own,
Ryana mina
was also welcome to be there too.
There would be no time for this in the upcoming days.
They were preparing for something a Jedi should never truly wish for, an invasion. It was necessary for the big man though, he was a part of the huge coalition which defended the planet Tython so long ago from the massive assault only to see it lost recently. It was time to get it back. The planet was sacred to the Jedi, and to him in particular, so many memories that he held dear were on this planet and he would not lose them, he would experience them again, and relive them to future generations one day soon.
Title: Shadows Over Tython
The hum of the Galactic Alliance military shuttle reverberated through the cramped cabin, a stark contrast to the serene beauty of the stars outside. Jedi Master Caltin Vanagor sat in the shuttle’s rear, his eyes closed in meditation, but his mind was a whirlwind of thoughts. Tython, the ancient home of the Jedi, was under siege by the Dark Empire, a malevolent force that sought to extinguish the light of the Force from the galaxy.
Caltin was a towering figure, both in stature and presence, with a mane of dark hair that framed his chiseled features. His robes, a deep blue, fluttered slightly in the shuttle’s artificial breeze, and the hilt of his lightsaber rested comfortably at his side. He could feel the weight of the mission ahead pressing down on him, but he also felt the pulse of the Force, guiding him, urging him to remain steadfast.
The shuttle was filled with a diverse group of soldiers and Jedi, each one a testament to the coalition formed to reclaim Tython. Among them was Captain Rhea Tann, a fierce warrior with a reputation for her tactical brilliance. She was reviewing the mission parameters on a holographic display, her brow furrowed in concentration.
“Master Vanagor,” she said, glancing back at him. “We’re approaching the drop zone. Intel suggests heavy resistance from Dark Empire forces. Are you ready?”
Caltin opened his eyes, the calmness of his demeanor contrasting with the tension in the cabin.
The Force is with us, Captain. We will reclaim Tython, not just for the Jedi, but for all who believe in peace and justice.
As the shuttle descended through the atmosphere, the landscape of Tython unfolded below them—lush forests, ancient temples, and the remnants of a once-thriving civilization now marred by the scars of war. The sight ignited a fire within Caltin. He could feel the echoes of the past, the whispers of Jedi long gone, urging him to fight for their legacy. He watched Matsu and the gliders start to sail in tactically measured maneuvers, and while he was about to do the same, realized that they could use a distraction, so he stayed aboard for a moment.
The shuttle shuddered as it entered the fray, enemy blaster fire lighting up the sky like fireworks. Caltin’s heart raced, but he remained focused. “Prepare for landing!” Captain Tann shouted, her voice cutting through the chaos.
With a jolt, the shuttle touched down, and the ramp lowered, revealing a battlefield teeming with Dark Empire soldiers. Caltin ignited his lightsaber, the blue blade humming to life, casting a glow on the faces of his comrades.
For Tython! he roared, charging down the ramp. Once reaching the familiar Terra Firma, he centered the Force in his right fist and slammed it into the ground sending Force imbued shockwaves everywhere.
The moment his boots hit the ground, the world around him transformed. The Force surged through him, amplifying his senses. He could feel the fear and anger of the enemy, the determination of his allies. With a swift motion, he deflected blaster bolts back at their sources, the red beams exploding in bursts of smoke and fire.
Around him, the soldiers of the Galactic Alliance formed up, their blasters firing in unison. Caltin moved like a whirlwind, his lightsaber a blur as he engaged the enemy. He was a master of the Form V lightsaber style, using his strength and agility to overpower opponents. With each strike, he felt the weight of the Dark Empire’s tyranny lifting, if only slightly.
As the battle raged on, Caltin spotted a group of Dark Empire soldiers attempting to flank his position. With a flick of his wrist, he sent a wave of the Force crashing into them, sending them sprawling. But then, he sensed a darker presence approaching—a figure cloaked in shadows, radiating malice.
“Master Vanagor,” a voice hissed, echoing through the chaos. “You are a fool to think you can reclaim this world. The Dark Empire will consume you!” Caltin turned to face the figure, a Sith Acolyte whose eyes glowed with a sinister light.
I will not let you harm this planet or its people anymore, he declared, his voice steady.
The light will always prevail.
The Sith lunged, igniting a crimson lightsaber that clashed against Caltin’s golden blade. The two warriors danced in a deadly ballet, their strikes and parries a testament to their mastery of the Force. Caltin felt the darkness swirling around the Sith, but he remained anchored in the light, drawing strength from the memories of the Jedi who had come before him.
With a surge of determination, Caltin unleashed a powerful Force push, sending the Sith stumbling back. Seizing the moment, he launched himself forward, his lightsaber slicing through the air with precision. The Sith barely managed to block the strike, but Caltin pressed on, relentlessly.
In a final, decisive move, Caltin channeled the energy of the Force, amplifying his strike. The blue blade met the red in a brilliant flash of light, and with a swift motion, he disarmed the Sith, sending the weapon clattering to the ground.
This ends now, Caltin said, his voice firm.
With a final thrust, he incapacitated the Sith, who fell to the ground, defeated. The big man looked around to see battles rage on, but there was a pull of darkness calling out to him, taunting him, drawing him further.
It did not work when he was Knighted, it won’t work now.
This was Tython… it may be under dark rule… at the moment… but this was Tython… TYTHON. There was maybe one, or two sentients in the galaxy who knew this planet as well as he had. There was heavy weapons fire on them, and he was hard pressed to dodge everything as they were being directed by darkness. Caltin was going to bring light to that darkness…
… whether they wanted it or not…
…
now he was mad…