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Hall of Knighthood,
Jedi Temple, Coruscant
The hall was bare, muted, and dark, save for the circle of light on which they stood. A sole, cerulean blade erected upwards broke the silence with its familiar hum as Dagon Kaze stepped forward to approach the two kneeling figures in the center of the circle -
Jem Fossk
and
Corin Trenor
, his two apprentices. . Beneath the steel facade of composure and the rigid lines of numerous scars, his heart paced wildly. He was holding his breath for a minute now.
With each step towards the two, a thousand mutual memories flooded into his mind as if he was reliving his whole life once more.
Jem. The one burdened by a prophecy of her father -- the fallen Sith'ari Darth Solipsis -- to bend the Force itself and shape the galaxy into a new reality; a dark nightmare without the light of the Jedi. Corrupted by the Dark Lord, she fell to the Dark Side leaving in her wake a reign of terror and destruction as the New Sith Order cut through the galaxy and into its Core. On the precipice of a galactic apocalypse, she had found the strength and will to reach for the Light. An epochal, valiant reach that had culminated into the death of the Dark Lord.
Corin. The stray boy from the streets of Denon, toiling under the weight of injustice across the galaxy. His life was to end in the gutters of the lawless world, another victim of the chaos that plagued the universe. Given purpose by the way of the Jedi, his survivalist nature struggled with the rigidness of their methods at first before being baptized in fire across the numerous battles against the Sith to become who he is now.
For all the perils they had faced together, for all the obstacles they had overcome, it was not the strength of their will or the unwavering endurance that brought them to this hall today.
But it was the fire of hope they could kindle in the darkest of places and the darkest of souls.
"By the right of the Council, by the will of the Force, Jem Fossk," his blade weaved over from one shoulder of hers to the other, "Corin Trenor--" a step to the right, followed by the same motion over Corin's shoulders, "I dub thee--"
With each step towards the two, a thousand mutual memories flooded into his mind as if he was reliving his whole life once more.
Jem. The one burdened by a prophecy of her father -- the fallen Sith'ari Darth Solipsis -- to bend the Force itself and shape the galaxy into a new reality; a dark nightmare without the light of the Jedi. Corrupted by the Dark Lord, she fell to the Dark Side leaving in her wake a reign of terror and destruction as the New Sith Order cut through the galaxy and into its Core. On the precipice of a galactic apocalypse, she had found the strength and will to reach for the Light. An epochal, valiant reach that had culminated into the death of the Dark Lord.
Corin. The stray boy from the streets of Denon, toiling under the weight of injustice across the galaxy. His life was to end in the gutters of the lawless world, another victim of the chaos that plagued the universe. Given purpose by the way of the Jedi, his survivalist nature struggled with the rigidness of their methods at first before being baptized in fire across the numerous battles against the Sith to become who he is now.
For all the perils they had faced together, for all the obstacles they had overcome, it was not the strength of their will or the unwavering endurance that brought them to this hall today.
But it was the fire of hope they could kindle in the darkest of places and the darkest of souls.
"By the right of the Council, by the will of the Force, Jem Fossk," his blade weaved over from one shoulder of hers to the other, "Corin Trenor--" a step to the right, followed by the same motion over Corin's shoulders, "I dub thee--"
"Knights of the Jedi Order."
"You may rise."
Moments after they rose, the Hall would blink back to life, showering the area with light and caving the darkness away as the ceremony ended.
The doors to the Hall would open to any fellows that might await to congratulate them.