--The Star Spinner, en route to Zygerria
And oh, how the galaxy had changed; and perhaps not for the better. New factions had fallen and risen, others splintered and reformed, and more still had simply been ground into dust, little more than footnotes in the galactic history. And through it all, violence reigned, endless and ever yearning for more.
He supposed he should have been glad for that. Even as a Jedi, Cronos was nothing if not an instrument of violence. Since his creation, he had been drawn to battle.
And what did he find waiting for him after a decade long mission into the deep reaches of space?
Nothing. Absolutely nothing. The order he had served was no more, disbanded and scattered to the stars.
He watched as the brilliant blue veins of hyperspace dulled to black. Zygerria loomed in the viewport, all lush jungles and sprawling cities, gauzy clouds graying the planet beneath. Zygerria was rich in the Force, but its light was dimmed by ancient echoes of sorrow. The planet had a dark history; for centuries, if not aeons, the Zygerrian people had used slaves as the backbone of their empire, and achieved great power because of it. Cronos wondered how much of its history had played into the events of the day.
The knight ventured down durasteel plated corridors to the cockpit. As he had suspected, Rex was piloting the ship and Kale was nowhere to be found. Cronos thanked the Force that the smuggler wasn't his padawan. He'd have cut of the man's feet to keep in one place.
The comm beeped. Before Cronos could reach it, a voice sounded over the connection.
"Are you the jedi?"
Hn. Straight to the point. The Sentinel could appreciate that. "I'm certainly a jedi."
"A lane has been cleared for you, Master Jedi. I will upload the coordinates of the palace, so that you may immediately meet with Her Majesty. She was explicit that you be brought to her before being presented to the Council."
Cronos nodded, though the man could not see him. "So be it."
And then he smiled. It was no use, dwelling on his anxieties. With a gentle exhale, he released his worries and fears into the Force. There was work to tend to.
The game was afoot.
Cronos closed the datapad, silencing the ongoing report of the numerous wars raging across the stars. The electric swirl of hyperspace pulsed beyond the viewport. The Sentinel felt old. No, not old; Outdated. He had been out of the fray too long. Eleven years, in fact, proudly toiling away to bring peace to backwater peoples that nine tenths of the galaxy didn't even know existed. And oh, how the galaxy had changed; and perhaps not for the better. New factions had fallen and risen, others splintered and reformed, and more still had simply been ground into dust, little more than footnotes in the galactic history. And through it all, violence reigned, endless and ever yearning for more.
He supposed he should have been glad for that. Even as a Jedi, Cronos was nothing if not an instrument of violence. Since his creation, he had been drawn to battle.
And what did he find waiting for him after a decade long mission into the deep reaches of space?
Nothing. Absolutely nothing. The order he had served was no more, disbanded and scattered to the stars.
He watched as the brilliant blue veins of hyperspace dulled to black. Zygerria loomed in the viewport, all lush jungles and sprawling cities, gauzy clouds graying the planet beneath. Zygerria was rich in the Force, but its light was dimmed by ancient echoes of sorrow. The planet had a dark history; for centuries, if not aeons, the Zygerrian people had used slaves as the backbone of their empire, and achieved great power because of it. Cronos wondered how much of its history had played into the events of the day.
The knight ventured down durasteel plated corridors to the cockpit. As he had suspected, Rex was piloting the ship and Kale was nowhere to be found. Cronos thanked the Force that the smuggler wasn't his padawan. He'd have cut of the man's feet to keep in one place.
The comm beeped. Before Cronos could reach it, a voice sounded over the connection.
"Are you the jedi?"
Hn. Straight to the point. The Sentinel could appreciate that. "I'm certainly a jedi."
"A lane has been cleared for you, Master Jedi. I will upload the coordinates of the palace, so that you may immediately meet with Her Majesty. She was explicit that you be brought to her before being presented to the Council."
Cronos nodded, though the man could not see him. "So be it."
And then he smiled. It was no use, dwelling on his anxieties. With a gentle exhale, he released his worries and fears into the Force. There was work to tend to.
The game was afoot.
