Saki

[Saki]

NAME: Saki
FACTION: Order of the Silver Jedi
RANK: Jedi Master
SPECIES: Hapan
AGE: 16
GENDER: Female
HEIGHT: 5 foot 9
WEIGHT: 150
EYES: Brown
HAIR: Shaved head
SKIN: White and heavily tattooed
FORCE SENSITIVE: Yes
FORCE POWERS:

• Core: Force Push/Pull, Throw, Weapon, Speed, Tapas, Sense.
• Advanced: Shadowstrike, Force Orb, Force Kick, Force Quake, Shockwave, Tutaminis, Force Barrier, Mutakai Poison Immunity.
• Master: Crucitorn, Return to Consciousness, Force Body, Battlemind, Breath Control, Mutakai Physical Enhancement, Inertia, Mutakai Stamina, Alter Envirronment
• Shaping: Earth, Fire, Air, and Water.

Lightsaber Combat: Teräs Käsi, Shii-cho, Juyo/Vaapad

Equipment & Ships

• Armor & Items: Titan Class Breaker Armor, Wraith Gauntlets
• Weapons: Greithoth Casing, Skullthumper, The Accused, Skirn and Skaldi, Yeeter, Fists of Fabula, Kitty Kat Kurb Stomp Boots
• Ships: Refurbished Defender-class light corvette, Vanguard Prototype corvette, and an E'ron Class Silver Jedi ship.

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STRENGTHS AND WEAKNESSES:

• Unwavering Sense of Duty: She is driven by a profound and unshakeable loyalty to the Jedi Order and the people they protect. This isn't just a rule she follows; it's the core of her identity. She will stand her ground and fight for the innocent, even when the odds are stacked against her.
• Honorable Protector: Her resolve is as strong as her lightsaber. She believes in justice and protecting others with every fiber of her being. This honor isn't about blind obedience, but a deep-seated belief that some things are worth fighting for, no matter the personal cost.
• Self-Aware and Resolute: She knows the path she's on. She's not a Jedi who will find peace, retire to a temple, or spend her days in quiet meditation. Her life is a constant battle, and she accepts this. This self-awareness gives her a grim but powerful resolve, allowing her to make sacrifices others wouldn't, all to ensure a peaceful future for those she protects.

• Reluctant Healer: She possesses a notable weakness in the healing aspects of the Force. While she can sense life and pain, her attempts to mend wounds are often inconsistent and draining. She relies on traditional medical methods or other healers to care for herself and others.
• Poor Pilot, Unconventional Gunner: Despite her deep connection to the Force, she is a terrible pilot and struggles with most ships. However, her true weakness with technology lies in ranged weapons. She finds conventional blasters and starship cannons clumsy and unpredictable, preferring to use the Force to simply throw the entire ship or other large objects rather than rely on their systems.
• Deep-Seated Abandonment Issues: Her history is marred by a series of profound losses, beginning with her family and later intensified by her master's betrayal. This has left her with crippling abandonment issues, making her hesitant to form close bonds with her few friends within the Order. She fears that everyone she cares about will eventually leave her.
• A Weapon, Not a Jedi: Her skills were forged in the crucible of war. Trained from a young age in a dangerous and aggressive fighting style, she was pushed to the front lines as a child soldier. Her promotions were based on her lethal effectiveness in combat rather than the traditional, peaceful methods of the Jedi. This has left her with a combat-first mindset, struggling to find peaceful solutions when a fight seems more direct.

BIOGRAPHY:
Born on Galinore, a verdant and resource-rich planet within the Hapes Consortium, Saki's first five years were a study in contradiction: a life of immense privilege built on a foundation of unaddressed turmoil. She was born the sole daughter to a prominent Hapan noble family, an heiress in a society where matriarchal rule was the law of the land. Her birth was a cause for celebration, a political and social triumph for her parents. Her three older brothers, though cherished, were always seen as secondary, their roles defined by their sister's future ascent. They were her doting subjects, their every action filtered through the lens of her needs and desires.

This upbringing created a child accustomed to absolute power. From the moment she could speak, her word was law. Her every whim was indulged, and any defiance was met not with discipline, but with placating gestures. A tantrum was not a sign of immaturity but a display of "passion" or "strength." Her parents, blinded by their love and the societal validation she represented, failed to see the maelstrom brewing beneath the surface. Each unaddressed fit of rage, each petulant demand, chipped away at her self-control, leaving a void where true emotional regulation should have been.

Her world shifted slightly when, at the age of three, a second daughter was born. This wasn't a threat to Saki's position, but rather a political contingency. The new baby, Elara, was the "backup," a safety net in case Saki proved too volatile or unsuitable for the role of matriarch. Saki's parents, ever the pragmatists, saw it as a calculated move to secure the family's legacy. For Saki, however, the arrival of her sister was a silent challenge. For the first time, her dominance wasn't absolute. Her parents' attention, once singularly focused on her, was now divided, even if only slightly. This sowed a seed of resentment and jealousy that would continue to fester throughout her childhood.

Saki's early life was a blur of luxury and social events. She was dressed in the finest silks, tutored by the most esteemed scholars, and paraded at countless galas. Yet, beneath the polished facade, she was a lonely child, isolated by her own unchecked power. She had siblings, but they were her audience, not her companions. She had parents, but they were her enablers, not her guides. The ticking time bomb of her unaddressed rage continued to count down, fueled by entitlement and a growing sense of insecurity. She was a beautiful, brilliant cage of her own making, and the gilded bars were already starting to bend under the pressure.

Saki's seventh year was a turning point, a gilded cage suddenly shattered by a moment of unchecked power. The incident began with a stolen locket, a simple trinket of immense sentimental value to Saki. When a young servant girl was caught with it, the girl's terrified pleas were no match for the heiress's simmering fury. All the years of unaddressed rage, the entitlement, and the loneliness came to a head. Unconsciously, Saki reached out with the Force. The servant girl, no more than a child herself, was violently hurled across the room, her body slamming into a decorative screen with a sickening thud. The room fell silent, the air thick with shock.

Her parents, ever concerned with appearances, saw not a daughter in crisis, but a political liability. This was no mere tantrum; this was something darker, more powerful, and potentially ruinous to their reputation. The family name couldn't be tarnished by a public display of such uncontrolled power. Their solution was swift and cold: the Jedi. They framed the decision as a path to greatness, a noble endeavor for their daughter to follow in the footsteps of the legendary Queen Mother Alanna, a Jedi herself. But for Saki, the elaborate words of her parents were a thin veneer over a brutal truth. She was being cast out, abandoned, and sent away to be "fixed."

Saki's journey to the Coruscant Temple was a blur of silent tears and simmering resentment. The luxurious shuttle felt like a prison transport, and her new "caretakers" were her jailers. Upon her arrival, she was brought before the Jedi Council, a sea of stoic faces that offered no comfort. Grandmaster Watts, his expression a mask of profound calm, and Battlemaster Wraith, a stern and imposing figure, seemed to see right through the facade of the little girl and into the maelstrom of her emotions.

The Jedi Code, with its call for emotional detachment and self-control, was initially anathema to her. It was the antithesis of everything she had ever known. But as the hurt began to surface from beneath the rage, she latched onto the Jedi philosophy as a form of armor. It became a way to numb the pain of her parents' betrayal and the deep sense of abandonment. She clung to its tenets not for enlightenment, but as a silent vow. She would master this new power, this "Force," and return to the Hapes Consortium one day. She would show her family, and everyone who had ever underestimated her, that she was stronger than all of them, a force to be reckoned with. She would not be their broken daughter, but a powerful woman who had tamed the very fire that had gotten her exiled in the first place. She would become the storm.

The Jedi Temple, with its serene halls and quiet discipline, was a stark and punishing contrast to the chaotic opulence of Saki's childhood. The rigid structure and emotional regulation demanded by the Jedi felt less like a sanctuary and more like a prison. For a child who had known only indulgence, this new reality was a cold shock. But the Jedi Council, wise and attuned to the Force's every whisper, saw more than just a furious, abandoned child. They saw a wellspring of raw power, a talent so great it was almost terrifying. This potential, if left unchecked, could easily spiral into darkness.

Recognizing the immense danger and promise in Saki, the Council made a controversial decision. At the tender age of eight, she was assigned to a master who could not only handle her volatile nature but also harness her unique connection to the Force. That master was Master Denko, a Jedi renowned for his formidable skill and his controversial mastery of Vaapad.

Master Denko was a pragmatic and perceptive teacher. He didn't try to extinguish Saki's fire; he sought to control it. Over the next year, he recognized that the typical forms of lightsaber combat, with their emphasis on calm and balance, would only stifle Saki. Her power was a storm, and to fight it with a gentle breeze would be futile. Instead, he thrust her into the deep end, teaching her Juyo and its more aggressive counterpart, Vaapad.

This was not a traditional Jedi education. Master Denko pushed Saki to the limits, forcing her to confront the very parts of herself she was taught to hide. He helped her understand that her emotions weren't a weakness, but a wellspring of incredible potential if she could just learn to control the flow. Saki's skills blossomed at a frightening pace. She didn't just learn the forms; she became them. Her strikes were not just fast and powerful, but imbued with a fierce intensity that unnerved even seasoned Jedi. Master Denko had not tamed the storm; he had simply given it a direction, turning her chaotic energy into a deadly, beautiful art form. The Council watched with a mixture of pride and apprehension, knowing that under his tutelage, Saki became a child soldier, a weapon forged in the Jedi's escalating war against the Sith. The battlefields of the galaxy were her new classroom, and her fury was the lesson.

As the war intensified, Saki was a constant presence by her master's side, accompanying him from one conflict-ridden planet to the next. The sights and sounds of war the screaming starfighters, the smell of burnt metal, the cries of the wounded became the backdrop of her formative years. While other younglings were refining their skills in the Temple's quiet halls, Saki was applying hers against hardened Sith acolytes and knights. Her initial, raw power was honed into a precision instrument of combat.

Her proficiency in Vaapad, while effective, did not go unnoticed. Back at the Jedi Temple, whispers and concerns began to circulate. The Council had hoped to ease Saki into Vaapad over time, allowing her to mature and gain emotional control before mastering such a precarious form. But Denko, seeing the immediate need for her immense power, had fast-tracked her training. The culmination of these concerns led to a decisive action. At the insistence of Master Je'gan, a respected member of the Council, they dispatched Battlemaster Darron Wraith to investigate.

Wraith, a master of multiple lightsaber forms and a formidable warrior, was to observe Saki and her master. His arrival on the front lines was a tense affair. He watched as the youngling, barely in her teens, moved with a ferocity that was breathtaking and terrifying. Her lightsaber was a grey and black blur, a manifestation of the storm within, striking with a power and speed that few could match. He saw the tactical brilliance Master Denko had instilled in her, but he also saw the unadulterated rage that fueled her every strike. She was a powerhouse, yes, but one that seemed dangerously close to breaking her own control.

The investigation was a difficult one. Wraith's report back to the Council was a mix of awe and deep concern. He confirmed that Saki was an incredible asset, a warrior of immense potential. Yet, he warned that her reliance on Vaapad was a crutch, a way for her to avoid confronting her emotional turmoil rather than mastering it. The war, far from being a simple training ground, was exacerbating her psychological state, pushing her to fight more and more viciously. She was learning battlefield tactics and becoming a master duelist, but at what cost to her soul? The Council was left with a difficult choice: continue to use this powerful weapon in their war, or pull her back and risk her power festering unchecked. The fate of Saki's future hung precariously in the balance, a young woman caught between the Jedi's need for a warrior and her own personal demons.

Saki's meteoric rise through the Jedi ranks was fueled by the fire within her, a controlled inferno of rage and power honed by the controversial teaching of Master Denko. When she was ten, this power was tested to its limits at the skirmish on Manaan. Trapped behind enemy lines in the sprawling floating Ahto City, Saki was a youngling far from the safety of the Jedi Temple. The battle was a chaotic struggle, and amidst the chaos, she saw a young Selkath girl trapped and in danger. Without hesitation, Saki dove into the perilous waters to rescue her.

The rescue attempt took a terrifying turn. As they swam, a massive sea leviathan, a creature of the deep with a gaping maw, swallowed them whole. The world went dark and cold. Panic seized the youngling, a primal fear she had never truly known before. But in the belly of the beast, her training kicked in. Her fear and desperation transformed into a focused, lethal energy. Using her lightsaber, she carved a desperate escape route, cutting a path out of the leviathan's stomach. They were free, but the cold embrace of the ocean was a new threat. Saki, weakened and disoriented, began to drown. It was the Selkath girl she had saved who, with remarkable strength and compassion, pulled her to the surface and brought her to safety. Saki learned a lesson that day her power, while immense, was not enough. Sometimes, survival depended on the very people she was sent to protect.

At age eleven, Saki's burgeoning power was tested again in the harrowing Battle of Metalorn. The Sith, in a cruel and twisted experiment, had poisoned thousands of prisoners with a drug that drove them to a homicidal madness. These innocent souls, twisted into raging monsters, were unleashed upon the Republic forces. Saki found herself facing down a sea of humanity, their eyes filled with a terrifying emptiness. She was forced to fight not against droids or Sith, but against people innocent victims turned into weapons. The battle was a brutal, visceral affair. Saki fought with a cold precision, her fists deflecting and striking with a deadly efficiency that allowed her to survive the onslaught. When the fighting subsided, she was a terrifying sight: a young girl covered head to toe in the blood and viscera of the people she was meant to save. Despite her trauma, she pushed on, finding and rescuing a trapped Republic squad that had been pinned down by the madness. She had survived, but the psychological scars of that day would remain forever. She had seen the true face of the Sith's cruelty, and it fueled her rage to a new, more dangerous intensity.

The turning point in her meteoric rise came at the age of twelve, during an attempted genocide on the Togruta homeworld of Shili. The Sith, in a ruthless effort to cripple the Republic's will, targeted the Togruta in a surprise attack. Saki, a part of the Jedi response team, fought with a fury that stunned even her seasoned peers. She was a whirlwind of motion, her purple blade a beacon in the chaos. She moved through the battlefield with an almost inhuman speed and precision, cutting down wave after wave of attackers and protecting countless Togruta lives. She was an unstoppable force, a one-girl army that turned the tide of the battle. Her actions were so heroic, so decisive, that the Jedi Council made an unprecedented move. In the field, amidst the rubble and the grateful cries of the survivors, she was promoted to Jedi Knight. The honor was rare, a recognition of her exceptional skill and the dire circumstances of the war.

At the age of thirteen, Saki returned to the Hapes Consortium, not as the pampered heiress she once was, but as a Jedi Knight thrust into the heart of a vicious conflict. The Sith had established a foothold on her homeworld, and the Republic's forces were struggling to contain them. It was here that she met Vulpesen, a padawan, a stark contrast to her own furious nature. Together, they formed an unlikely duo, fighting for survival against an increasingly powerful Sith presence. They watched with horror as their fellow Jedi fell to the dark side, unable to withstand the relentless psychological warfare waged by the Sith. The battle was a meat grinder, and the odds were stacked against them. They didn't win; they simply survived. Their escape was a desperate, harrowing affair, retreating from the battlefield just in time to watch from a distance as Republic cruisers delivered a devastating orbital strike, glassing the very ground they had just fought on. For Saki, it was a bitter reunion with her home, a place she had once longed to return to, now reduced to a scorched battlefield.

At fourteen, Saki had survived more than most Jedi would in a lifetime. Physically and mentally strained, she was deployed to the Battle of Hoylin against the Dark Harvestors, an ancient and brutal sect of the Blackguard who attacked without prejudice. The fighting was fierce, and the sheer number of enemies was overwhelming. The strain of the war, the constant battles, and the weight of her responsibilities pushed her to her breaking point. As a star destroyer, crippled and on fire, began to fall from the sky toward the besieged city below, Saki knew she couldn't stop it with conventional force abilities.

In a desperate, reckless move, she unleashed all of her power. She reinforced her body with the Force, becoming almost like diamond, her skin hardening to resist the immense forces at play. Her fists became weapons of pure kinetic energy, each strike capable of shaking mountains. She stood her ground, a single figure against a collapsing star destroyer, and with a series of powerful, focused strikes, she shattered it into a thousand pieces before it could obliterate the city. The exertion left her depleted and vulnerable, but the display of raw power was a testament to how far she had come and how much more she was capable of. She had gone from a privileged child to a force of nature, a weapon of immense power forged in the crucible of war.

At the astonishingly young age of fourteen, Saki achieved the rank of Jedi Master. The title was a testament to her power, a grudging acknowledgment of her immense victories and her unparalleled command of the Force. She had achieved a rank that most Jedi spent a lifetime striving for, yet her journey had been fueled not by peace and serenity, but by anger and violence. The title felt less like an honor and more like a heavy burden. She was a master of a philosophy she barely understood, a guardian of a peace she had never known. The weight of her new rank settled upon her young shoulders, a stark reminder that she was an exception to the rules, a Jedi forged in the crucible of war, and a master whose path was as dangerous as the enemies she faced. The storm within had been unleashed, and now she was expected to guide others through the very tempest that had created her.

Saki's master, Denko, was the calm in her storm, the one constant in a life defined by war and chaos. He was more than a teacher; he was her guide, her anchor, the only person who truly understood the immense power she wielded. With him, she was an apprentice, a Jedi in training always even as a master within the order by rank. Without him, she was just a weapon, a storm waiting to be unleashed.

The tenuous balance of Saki's world shattered at the Battle of Yadrid. She was deployed to protect a crucial cortosis mine, a vital resource for the Republic, against a relentless assault from Sith and mercenary forces. The battle was fierce, and when a volley of Sith missiles struck the mine's entrance, Saki reacted instantly. Calling upon her physical enhancements, she reinforced her body with the force and held up the collapsing mine entrance, allowing the trapped miners to escape. It was in this moment of vulnerability, with her power focused on saving lives, that a Sith blade pierced her chest. Another Jedi engaged the attacker, allowing Saki to receive urgent medical aid.

While she was being treated, the unimaginable happened. Her master, Denko, defected, revealing his true allegiance. He wasn't the anchor she thought he was, but a traitor who had been secretly working for his own means. He convinced the master Jedi healer Feena Mason to join him, and together they absconded with the very cortosis shipments Saki had been fighting to protect. The betrayal was absolute. The man who had been her rock, the one person who understood her, had used her as a tool to further his own dark agenda. The trust she had placed in him, the fragile foundation of her emotional control, was shattered. The calm in her storm was gone, and now, the storm itself was all that remained.

The anchor was suddenly gone. Without warning, without explanation, he vanished into the shadows, leaving Saki, a fourteen-year-old child, to navigate a galaxy on the brink of total war. Master Denko hadn't just abandoned her; he had betrayed the very ideals he taught her. He didn't leave to find a new path or a new order; he left to forge a new power. He had quietly and methodically been laying the groundwork for the Confederacy of Independent Systems, an organization that would stand in direct opposition to everything the Republic was trying to preserve. The man who had taught her to control her storm was now unleashing a galaxy-wide tempest, leaving her to face the consequences.

Denko's motivations were complex, rooted in a deep-seated disillusionment with the Jedi Council's political compromises and the Republic's bureaucratic failings. He believed the only way to save the galaxy was to dismantle the old order and rebuild it from the ground up, a cause he championed with a ruthless pragmatism that shocked Saki to her core. His new organization, the CIS, began to oppose the Republic, employing a campaign of psychological and political warfare. They threatened surrounding allies, promising them ruin if they dared to aid the Jedi or the Republic against the Sith. Denko was no longer a Jedi Master but a cold, calculating leader of a new power.

The betrayal was more than just a personal one. The woman who had treated Saki's wounds, Feena Mason, also played a critical role in Denko's new order. She returned to her homeworld of Naboo and, using her influence and Denko's support, took the throne, becoming a queen with a dark agenda. The very people who had been Saki's closest confidants were now her enemies.

Saki was left to pick up the pieces of her broken world. The man who had been her rock, the person who understood the raging storm within her, was now the one stoking a fire of galactic conflict. The teachings of Vaapad, once her means of control, now felt like a cruel joke, a weapon he had given her to fight his enemies while he walked away to create his own. Saki was no longer just fighting Sith; she was fighting a war on two fronts: the open conflict with the Sith and the hidden, personal war against the man who had been her master. The galaxy was at war, and Saki found herself standing alone in the middle of it all.

Saki's future was not a choice; it was a sentence. The man who had been her anchor, Denko, had vanished into the shadows, but his betrayal was a constant presence. He had created the Confederacy of Independent Systems, a new power that plunged the galaxy into chaos. She was forced to continue fighting in the wars against the Sith, the very forces that had consumed her master, but now she fought in the shadow of his betrayal and the chaos he created. She was no longer just an apprentice; she was a warrior, a survivor, a soldier fighting a constant war.

This brutal reality pushed her to the brink. In her desperation to become stronger, to never again be a pawn in someone else's game, she pushed herself beyond the limits of her Jedi training. This caught the attention of the Matukai, a rare Force order that specializes in physical enhancement through a practice known as Matukai-kai. The Matukai saw the raw power in Saki, the immense potential for a warrior who could not only wield the Force but also embody it. They took her in, not as a replacement for her Jedi training, but as an addition. She learned to channel her furious emotions not just into her lightsaber, but into her very being. The Matukai taught her to reinforce her body with the Force, making her skin as hard as diamond and her fists capable of shaking mountains.

By the age of fifteen, Saki was a force of nature unlike any other. Her Jedi training gave her discipline, while her Matukai training gave her the physical strength to match her emotional fury. This unique combination of skills and raw power, this embodiment of the storm, attracted the attention of the Shapers. The Shapers, a reclusive and ancient Force order, were drawn to her "fire" and the "storm" that she represented. They saw in her a dangerous, beautiful chaos, a perfect synthesis of rage and control. Her future was no longer just a sentence; it was a path of her own making. She was a living weapon, a testament to what a person could become when pushed to the absolute edge, a survivor who had not only weathered the storm, but had learned to wield it.

At sixteen, Saki was a veteran of a war that seemed to have no end, a conflict that had carved its way not just across the galaxy, but through the very heart of the Jedi Order itself. She had witnessed the Order's once-unbreakable unity begin to fracture, splintering into smaller, renegade sects. The Silvers, a group that sought a more pragmatic and politically active role for the Jedi, rose in opposition to the traditionalists. Other orders, disillusioned and distrustful, also began to emerge, each with their own interpretation of the Force and their place in the ongoing conflict. This disunity only added to the chaos Saki had come to know as her life.

Her training continued amidst this turmoil, and she watched with growing cynicism as the Republic, under the guidance of a new chancellor a former Jedi signed a peace treaty with the Sith. This peace was hailed as a monumental achievement, the crowning glory of the chancellor's legacy. But for Saki, who had seen the Sith's cruelty firsthand on countless battlefields, it felt like a hollow victory. She watched as the Sith repeatedly violated the treaty, their treachery dismissed with excuses and platitudes from the Republic's leadership. The chancellor, blinded by the desire to preserve her legacy, turned a blind eye to the Sith's aggressions. Saki, a warrior forged in the fire of this conflict, saw the truth for what it was: a cowardly and dangerous compromise. The peace was a lie, and her fight was far from over.

The fragile peace, so lauded by the former Jedi Chancellor, was finally shattered with the rise of Selena Halcyon to the rank of Grandmaster. A warrior of the highest order and a Jedi of unshakeable conviction, Selena saw the treaty for what it was: a coward's bargain. She had watched the Sith's repeated violations, the chancellor's willful blindness, and the decay of the Order's moral core. Her first act as Grandmaster was a swift, decisive move that sent shockwaves through the Republic. She replaced the Jedi Council, systematically removing the sycophants who had orchestrated the treaty and its enforcement. The old guard, who had put political expediency before Jedi principles, were cast out.

With the old council gone, Selena began to rebuild the Order, bringing back Jedi who had been exiled for speaking out against the false peace. These were the Jedi who, like Saki, had seen the truth of the Sith's treachery and had been punished for their dissent. They were welcomed back into the fold, their warnings now seen as the foresight they truly were. Simultaneously, Jedi who had been imprisoned for acts of "insubordination" against the chancellor's misguided policies were released, their records cleared and their honor restored.

As the Jedi Order was being reforged, a new political landscape was taking shape. The former chancellor, her legacy in tatters, was replaced by Jack Seltrak, a senator from Zeltros with a fiery reputation and a deep-seated distrust of the Sith. He had long been a vocal critic of the peace treaty and, with his ascension, the Republic's policy shifted dramatically. The era of appeasement was over. The Republic, with a revitalized and united Jedi Order at its side, prepared to march to war.

For Saki, this was both a relief and a terrifying validation. The years of fighting under the pretense of peace had been a constant source of frustration. Now, with a Grandmaster and a political leader who understood the stakes, the war was no longer a personal crusade but a unified effort. The storm she had been harnessing for so long was now a part of a much larger tempest. She was no longer a lone warrior fighting for her own survival but a key player in a galaxy-wide conflict. The Jedi Order, fractured and betrayed, had found its leader. The Republic, on the brink of collapse, had found its resolve. And Saki, a Jedi Master at only sixteen, was ready to fight a war that was no longer a lie.

The galaxy burned under the weight of total war, with Selena's unified Jedi Order and Republic clashing against the Sith Empire and their Black Sun allies. Daalang, a jagged world of cortosis mines and windswept spires, had become a vital Republic supply hub, its resources coveted by the Sith's war machine. The Black Sun syndicate, flush with spice profits and mercenary muscle, had fueled the Sith with cortosis for anti-lightsaber weapons, their trafficking networks spreading misery across worlds like Togruta colonies. Saki, had led a Republic task force to Daalang, expecting a Black Sun raid of slavers and hired guns.

The Republic fleet had entered Daalang's orbit, sensors picking up a Black Sun flotilla: patched freighters, armed corvettes, and a massive slaver ship studded with turbolasers. Intelligence had suggested a standard raid Black Sun targeting cortosis and captives. Saki, in lightweight armor, had stood on the bridge of the Republic cruiser Dawn's Resolve, her eyes fixed on the holographic display. Captain Voss, a seasoned Mon Calamari, had orchestrated the fleet's descent, deploying gunships and troop transports to secure the mines. Saki's mission was to lead the Jedi ground assault, neutralize Black Sun's leadership, and protect civilian miners. Her lightsaber, its blue blade forged with a cortosis resistant hilt, rested at her side, ready for the chaos ahead.

Saki had chosen a bold tactic: an orbital drop to disrupt the Black Sun command. She sealed herself in a the hanger as the ship was moving into position, her Matukai training amplifying her physical resilience, muscles taut with force enhanced power. The doors opened, a vision of Daalang's stormy skies, turbulence shaking the jedi master as she stood there. She channeled the force, her body a coiled spring of strength. The jedis fist as she went out slammed into the Black Sun slaver ship's cargo bay, a calculated strike to cripple their operations. Her fists, empowered by the force discipline, punched through the metal tearing it like paper. She ripped through the ship's hull, durasteel crumpling, and plummeted to the surface, a meteor of raw force crashing into the enemy lines below.

The Black Sun had entrenched themselves in Daalang's mining complex, a maze of rocky crags and smelting furnaces. Mercenaries in scavenged armor, wielding blaster rifles and vibroblades, had fortified the perimeter, herding miners into crude pens. Saki landed in a shockwave, her earth shaping splitting the ground to scatter a mercenary squad. Blaster bolts streaked toward her, but she deflected them with her lightsaber, the fluid precision guiding her blade, though her force enhanced strength dominated. She charged, smashing through a cortosis-plated droid with a single blow, her boots cracking stone as she moved like a tempest through the ranks.

Republic troops, led by Lieutenant Kael Draven, had landed soon after, gunships unloading soldiers in white plastoid armor. They anticipated slavers and mercenaries, not the ambush that erupted. The Black Sun's cargo hold, disguised as a spice transport, had unleashed a company of Sith warriors, their red lightsabers igniting like wounds in the dusk. Clad in black armor, the Sith surged from the slaver ship, led by a Black Sun Vigo, a Zabrak named Korrath Vex, his Force sensitivity sharpened by Sith training. His telekinetic blasts shattered Republic barricades, and his crimson blade carved through soldiers with lethal precision, turning the raid into a large scale battle.

Saki had sensed the dark side's pulse as the Sith emerged, her force awareness cutting through the chaos. She summoned thorny vines with alter environment, ensnaring a trio of Sith acolytes mid charge. Leaping over a collapsed furnace, her force enhanced strength propelled her into a squad of Black Sun mercenarie group. Her lightsaber spun, Vaapad guiding strikes to sever weapons and armor as the energy rolled off of her in almost visible waves, but her Earth Shaping dominated swallowing a hovertank in a chasm of cracked stone. The miners, cowering behind crates, rallied as she cleared a path, their cheers drowned by the roar of battle.

Draven's voice had crackled through her comlink, sharp with urgency. "General Saki, Sith forces have us pinned at the eastern ridge! We're taking heavy losses!" Saki acknowledged, her cynicism flaring at the sight of Black Sun slavers chaining civilians, their cruelty a grim echo of Togruta trafficking. Yet, she trusted her allies, knowing their unity was key to victory. She sprinted toward the ridge, using Water Shaping to redirect a stream, flooding a Sith emplacement and shorting their droid support. Her force enhanced strength hurled boulders, crushing a Sith warrior mid stride, her lightsaber a secondary tool to block counterattacks with instinctual precision.

Vex had stood atop the ridge, his Zabrak horns glinting under Daalang's twin suns. His telekinetic waves battered Republic lines, his crimson blade a blur of menace. Saki faced him, her force senses sharp, detecting his energies. Their duel erupted, blue and red blades clashing in a storm of sparks. Vaapad lent her strikes fluidity, countering Vex's aggressive ateru, but her enhanced strength defined the fight. She slammed her fist into the ground, an earth shattering quake staggering Vex, then leapt, her enhanced muscles driving a tackle that sent him sprawling into a rocky outcrop.

The battle had raged across the mining complex, Republic troops rallying behind Saki's ferocity. Gunships strafed Black Sun positions, laser cannons blasting bunkers to rubble. Saki unleashed fire and earth shaping, superheating a smelting pool to direct molten cortosis against a Sith advance. The air shimmered, and the Sith faltered, their dark side focus broken by the molten tide. She pressed forward, her lightsaber a blur of strikes, though her alter environment dominated, vines snaring Sith, and water shaping jets blasting them off cliffs into the churning rivers below.

Vex had risen, his telekinesis hurling jagged rocks at Saki. She countered with earth shaping, raising a stone barrier to deflect the barrage, then charged with the force amplifying her speed. Their blades locked, cortosis clashing with kyber, sparks illuminating the dusk. Vex sneered, "The Black Sun will bury your Republic!" Saki ignored the taunt, her cynicism rooted in the slavers' cruelty, not his words. She broke the lock, using her strength to hurl Vex into a furnace wall, the impact cracking duracrete. Her lightsaber followed, the force guiding a strike to sever his blade's hilt, disarming him.

Without Vex, the Sith forces had wavered. Republic troops, bolstered by Jedi Knights, pushed forward, blasters cutting down Black Sun mercenaries. Saki used air Shaping to whip up a dust storm, blinding a Sith acolyte's charge, then crushed their defenses with a forrce enhanced leap, her fist shattering their armor. The miners, freed by Republic soldiers, joined the fray, wielding mining tools against their captors. Saki's presence inspired them, her force powers a beacon amidst the chaos.

The battle's climax had unfolded at the mining complex's core, where the Black Sun flagship had landed, disgorging the last Sith reinforcements. Saki led the charge, her earth shaping splitting the ground to trap the ship's landing gear, grounding it. She boarded the vessel, her enhanced strength tearing through blast doors like flimsi. Inside, she faced a Sith commander, a Twi'lek woman with eyes like molten lava. The commander's dark side lightning crackled, but Saki countered with water dhaping, drawing moisture from the ship's systems to douse the attack. Her lightsaber, guided by the force, parried the commander's strikes, but her grit and strength ended the duel a single blow crushed the commander's ribs, sending her crashing into a console.

The Republic forces had secured the complex, neutralizing the remaining Black Sun and Sith stragglers. Saki stood atop the flagship's wreckage, her lightsaber dimming, breath heavy from exertion. The miners were safe, the cortosis secured, but the sight of chained captives and scorched bodies deepened her cynicism. The cruelty of Black Sun slavers and Sith horrors, like those on Metalorn, gnawed at her hope for a redeemed galaxy. Yet, she trusted her allies Captain Voss, Lieutenant Draven, the soldiers knowing their unity was the path to peace. The war raged on, and her duty to fight for right burned fiercely, a flame fueled by both hope and the shadows of a galaxy torn apart.

Battle of Ossus

Taking Rakata Prime

War on Tund

Dahrtag world of the dead

Blades in the Ashes

Masks of Madness: War against the rogue god

War on Gratos

Sith War on Alderaan

The Great Jedi Convocation

Second Sith War on Alderaan

Paradise Lost: Saki vs Kei

Second Battle of Ossus

The Battle of Empress Teta was a crucible of fire and fury, a pivotal moment in the war against the One Sith, a new and insidious order. Saki, now a seasoned warrior, was leading a Jedi team on the front lines, facing an enemy whose cruelty and power were unlike anything she had ever encountered. The battle was a maelstrom of chaos, and in the heart of it all, the unthinkable happened. Maya Whitelight, a Jedi Knight and trusted council member, betrayed the Order, joining her lover, a Sith Knight named Veles.

The betrayal was immediate and brutal. Maya and Veles attacked Saki and her team without warning. The shock of the betrayal gave the Sith the upper hand, and Saki watched in horror as several of her fellow Jedi were killed, their deaths met with gleeful shouts from the Zeltron Jedi and the Sith Knight. The sight of this callous cruelty, the casual murder of her comrades, pushed Saki past her breaking point. All the pain, the betrayal, the rage she had harnessed for so long, erupted. She was pushed into a state of Oneness with the Force.

In a state of Oneness with the Force, Saki was no longer just a Jedi Master; she was the embodiment of raw power. The familiar world dissolved, replaced by a blur of pure energy and cosmic light. Her consciousness, her sense of self, vanished. She was no longer Saki, the betrayed child or the hardened warrior. She was a vessel for the Force, a living conduit through which its boundless power flowed. Her lightsaber, once a weapon of controlled fury, became an extension of the Force itself, a blade of pure energy that moved with impossible speed and precision.

Her physical body became an instrument of the Force's will. She moved with an almost supernatural grace and power, a living whirlwind of destruction. Each strike was a devastating blow, sending Sith soldiers and acolytes flying. The raw, unfiltered power coursing through her was an unstoppable force of nature, a tempest that laid waste to everything in its path.

Within this state of Oneness, Saki's senses expanded far beyond the battlefield. She was connected to the entire galaxy, a fleeting moment of omnipresence where she could feel the ebb and flow of life and death on countless worlds. She was aware of the shifting tides of the war, the countless lives lost and the brave souls fighting for freedom. Yet, this profound awareness was without judgment or emotion. Her personal self, her rage and her pain, were gone. She was an observer, a tool, a weapon wielding a power so great it threatened to tear her apart.

When the state of Oneness faded, Saki was left with a dizzying sense of disorientation. The battle was won, but the experience left her feeling more isolated than ever before. She had touched a power few Jedi ever would, but she had done so at the cost of her own identity. She had become the storm, and in the process, she had lost herself within its fury. The fear of that loss, of becoming nothing more than a tool of the Force, was a new and terrifying burden she now carried.

Veles, seeing the tide of the battle turn, and faced with the terrifying power of Saki in her state of Oneness, made a strategic retreat. He abandoned Maya on the battlefield, leaving her to face the Jedi she had betrayed. With her lover gone, Maya's resolve crumbled. She tearfully begged Connor Harrison for forgiveness, promising to return to the Jedi Order. Saki, still in her heightened state, could only stare at her with a profound sense of disgust. This was not the betrayal of a grand design, like Denko's. This was the betrayal of a selfish, fickle-minded Jedi, a woman who would turn her back on her friends and her Order for a whim, only to return when that whim abandoned her. It was the first time Saki had felt such a deep sense of revulsion for a fellow Jedi, a stark realization that some of her comrades were not as committed to the Order's ideals as she was. The battle had been won, but for Saki, the victory felt hollow, tainted by the bitter taste of betrayal and the hypocrisy of a Jedi who had so easily given in to her baser emotions.

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[Saki]

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"I name you the Sword of the Jedi. You are like tempered steel, purposeful and razor-keen. Always you shall be in the front rank, a burning brand to your enemies, a brilliant fire to your friends. Yours is a restless life, and never shall you know peace, though you shall be blessed for the peace that you bring to others. Take comfort in the fact that, though you stand tall and alone, others take shelter in the shadow that you cast." ―Luke Skywalker​

Saki's story is not a tale of a gifted young prodigy, but a brutal chronicle of a life forged in fire. Her psychology is a complex web of profound trauma, accelerated maturity, and a deep-seated disillusionment with the very order she's sworn to protect. She is, at her core, a child soldier who has been forced to become a weapon for a war that has consumed her entire life.

Her childhood was stolen by the shadow of the Sith. At the tender age of nine, while other children were learning to read or play, she was handed a lightsaber. Her master, a pragmatic and battle-hardened veteran, recognized the relentless darkness on the horizon and didn't train her to be a diplomat. Instead, he taught her a lightsaber form that other masters feared, a style meant for killing, for survival. Her youth was not a time of peaceful training and contemplation, but a crucible of relentless combat.

She became a Jedi Knight at the age of twelve, not in a ceremonial display of honor, but on a blood-soaked battlefield. The promotion was less an award for her achievements and more a grim acknowledgment of her combat prowess and the Order's desperate need for capable warriors. The lightsaber in her hand was still slick with the blood of her enemies when the title was bestowed upon her, a dark stain that has never truly washed away.

The trauma was compounded at fourteen, when her master, the only parental figure she had ever known, betrayed the Order and abandoned her. This act was the final blow to her trust and innocence. In the vacuum of his departure, and with her skills undeniable, she was named a Jedi Master. This was not a title earned through years of spiritual enlightenment or wisdom, but a grim badge of necessity. She was a Master by title, but a lost, abandoned child beneath the surface. At sixteen, she is a living legend, a prodigy whose reputation is built on a foundation of pain, loss, and betrayal.

This brutal, accelerated life has created a unique and hardened worldview. She views the Jedi Order with a cynical eye. To her, it's a bloated, complacent bureaucracy, more concerned with its own internal politics and ancient codes than with the brutal reality of the galaxy. She's seen countless friends fall, be turned, or disappear, and has come to the chilling conclusion that evil wins because the good refuse to fight. She has watched the Jedi sit on their hands, debating and waiting, while the Sith gather strength. She remembers how it took an outsider, a "disliked" Jedi named Selena, to finally unite the Order and push back the darkness.

To Saki, the betrayal of Selena was a perfect microcosm of the Jedi Order's rot. Selena had done what every Jedi Master should have she recognized a threat and did whatever was necessary to eliminate it, even if it meant breaking with tradition. She united the splintered Order, and she brought the fight to the Sith, ending a conflict that had consumed generations. But the moment the threat was gone, the "noble" Jedi Masters, who had cowered behind ancient rules and political squabbles, emerged from the shadows to pass judgment.

They branded Selena a monster, not for her actions, but for her uncompromising resolve. The loudest voices in this chorus were those who had done the least Jedi who now had the luxury of talking about "purity" and "the Jedi way" from the safety of a temple Selena's pragmatism had secured. To Saki, their self-righteousness was a poison. Purity, to them, meant inaction and feigned benevolence. It was a word used to justify their cowardice and their unwillingness to face hard truths. In Saki's eyes, it wasn't Selena who had betrayed the Jedi; it was the Jedi themselves, who had proven they would sacrifice their most effective leaders on the altar of their own sanctimonious ideals.

Now, Saki watches the Order rot from the inside. She sees the new leaders, the "noble" and popular ones, as being far more dangerous than the Sith. They are wolves in sheep's clothing, preaching loyalty while creating a culture of paranoia and suspicion. They've established an inquisition-like mentality, driving away any Jedi who doesn't blindly conform. To Saki, the question isn't whether one is "loyal to the group," but rather, "which group?" Is it the group that protects the innocent, or the one that protects its own power?

Saki's perspective isn't one of disillusionment; it's one of grim, hardened acceptance. The Jedi Code isn't a beautiful lie to her it's a tool, a set of principles that have proven to be utterly insufficient in the face of true evil. Her faith isn't in the Jedi Order as it exists, but in the idea of what a Jedi should be: a warrior, a protector, a bulwark against the darkness. She holds onto the ideals of justice and compassion not out of blind faith, but as the only anchors left in a chaotic universe.

Saki has no illusions about her own future. She knows and accepts with a chilling clarity that she will never know peace. The quiet life, the serene meditation, the hope for a tranquil retirement—these are luxuries she's never had and will never have. Her life is a relentless cycle of conflict, and she has made peace with that reality. The galaxy may hail her as a hero, but she doesn't care. The title is meaningless to her. It's a word spoken by people who haven't seen what she's seen, who haven't had to make the choices she's made. She's not a hero; she's a survivor.

Her identity is not a fractured mess; it is a meticulously crafted suit of armor forged from her trauma. She is a Master with the emotional scars of a child, but she has channeled that pain into an almost inhuman level of control. The rage, the sorrow, the loss she hasn't suppressed these emotions. Instead, she has weaponized them. Her lightsaber form is not just a style of combat; it is a release, a controlled explosion of all the fury she's accumulated over her life. She is a woman who never had a childhood, and that lack has made her utterly ruthless in her dedication.

Saki's purpose is singular and absolute: to stand as an unbreakable shield against the darkness. Her trust isn't in the Jedi Council or their politics; it is in the pure, unyielding spirit of the Jedi ideal. This absolute trust gives her a clarity of purpose that is both her greatest strength and her most profound burden. She fights not for glory or recognition, but because it is her duty, her very reason for existence. The war has taken everything from her her innocence, her master, her chance at a normal life but it has also given her an unshakeable resolve. She is the woman who stands on the line, the one who looks the face of evil and says, "No further." She is the embodiment of the weapon the Jedi Order needed but was too afraid to wield.

• "Not might makes right, but might for right."

To Saki, the Jedi Code's adage isn't just a saying; it's the only truth she's ever known: "Not might makes right, but might for right." This core belief sets her apart from almost every other Jedi, especially the "pure" ones who recoil at the very mention of power. For Saki, might isn't about dominance or personal gain; it's the raw, undeniable force required to stand between the innocent and the abyss.

At just 16, Saki has seen more war than most Jedi Masters twice her age. She became a Knight at 12, a Master at 14, not through quiet study, but through the brutal crucible of combat. Her understanding of the Force, and of her own abilities, is inextricably linked to this reality. When others whisper "darksiders" or "heretic" at the thought of wielding power, Saki sees only the necessity. She doesn't bludgeon the world into submission to make it hers; she uses her strength, the power of her lightsaber, and the raw Force at her command, as a shield. Her might is a tool, a weapon pointed squarely at the throat of evil, solely for the purpose of helping others and protecting those who cannot protect themselves.

This perspective echoes the ancient legends of the Golem creatures of immense power, often misunderstood, created from the earth to protect their people. Or the mighty warrior, an outcast, who selflessly fights for everyone he encounters, only to be cast aside once the immediate danger has passed, left to wander again. Saki embodies this archetype. She is the Golem, the living weapon the galaxy desperately needed, yet fears. She knows that once the Sith are truly gone, or if the Jedi ever manage to find a semblance of peace, she, the blunt instrument of their survival, will likely be deemed too dangerous, too "impure," to remain. But she doesn't care. Her job isn't to be loved or accepted; it's to protect. And for that, she needs every ounce of might she possesses.

• "Not Right is right, Right for right."

Saki's philosophy is rooted in a fundamental principle that has been twisted and forgotten by the Jedi Order: "It's not enough to be right; you must act for what is right." This is more than a mantra; it's the core of her identity as a Jedi. While others in the Order may take pride in their moral high ground, Saki understands that being "the good guy" is only the beginning. True heroism, true Jedi nature, lies in the selfless act of doing what is right simply because it is the right thing to do. There is no thought of reward, no expectation of gratitude, and certainly no political gain. A Jedi's reward is the safety of the innocent they have protected, and nothing more.

This belief system is something Saki strives to instill in her own students. She teaches them that a Jedi does not act for credits, for political leverage, or for the approval of the Council. They act because they have the strength to do so, a strength that others lack. Saki sees the Jedi's power not as a privilege, but as a solemn responsibility. You use your abilities to defend the weak and the innocent, not for personal glory, but because the alternative is to let them perish.

Saki has become a "sin-eater" of the Jedi Order. She willingly takes on the burdens and the ugly jobs that her peers would rather ignore. While other Jedi debate in the comfort of the temple, Saki is out on the fringes, facing the evils that most don't want to acknowledge until they are at the very gates. She fights the monsters, she makes the impossible choices, and she carries the weight of the Order's moral compromises. She does this not for recognition, but because it needs to be done. Her selfless nature is a sharp contrast to the self-serving politics she has witnessed.

Saki's commitment to this selfless path is born from her brutal past. She has seen the cost of inaction and the price of a compromised conscience. For her, the Jedi Order has lost its way, becoming too focused on its own survival and political maneuvering to remember its core purpose. Saki, by choosing to embody the "Right for right" philosophy, stands as a stark and lonely figure—a true Jedi in an order that has forgotten what that means. Her actions are her penance for a galaxy in chaos and a silent rebuke to those who would claim to be good without being willing to act.

• "Jedi are elevated because long ago the Galaxy gave us their trust."

• "This was the formal weapon of a Jedi Knight. Not as clumsy or random as a blaster. More skill than simple sight was required for its use. An elegant weapon. It was a symbol as well. Anyone can use a blaster or a fusioncutter—but to use a lightsaber well was a mark of someone a cut above the ordinary."
• Obi-Wan Kenobi

The Jedi Code, for Saki, isn't just a set of rules; it's a living testament to a truth the Order seems to have forgotten: the Jedi's authority isn't inherent, it's granted. It's a truth embodied in the very weapon she wields.

Obi-Wan Kenobi's words, often recited, hold a deeper meaning for Saki than for most. To her, the lightsaber isn't just a weapon; it's a conduit for the galaxy's trust. It holds authority not because of its inherent power, but because, long ago, the galaxy gave it that authority. They looked upon the Jedi and saw something different, something worthy of their faith. They were guardians who stood against the darkness when no one else would. This trust, this unspoken agreement, is the true source of the Jedi's power. Without it, a lightsaber is just a fancy torch, and a Jedi is just another warrior.

At 16, Saki has witnessed firsthand how easily that trust can be shattered. She's seen the Jedi, once revered, become figures of suspicion or indifference. They aren't simply cops, enforcing laws, nor are they just soldiers, fighting battles. They are a complex blend: part monk, part warrior, able to defend peace with words, the Force, or the precise cut of a blade. But their effectiveness, their very right to intervene, has no value unless the people still believe in them, unless the people still see them as the ones who solve problems and call for help.

Saki understands this fragile dynamic implicitly. She knows that the Jedi's position isn't a birthright; it's a responsibility constantly re-earned through selfless action. Her own rapid ascent to Knight and Master, forged in the fires of battle and betrayal, has stripped away any romantic notions of the Jedi's inherent superiority. She sees the Order's current struggles as a direct consequence of their detachment from the very people who once elevated them. The galaxy's trust is a currency that must be spent wisely, and Saki fears the Jedi have been squandering it, forgetting that their authority isn't something they possess, but something they are lent. It's a heavy burden, this legacy of trust, and Saki, the young Master who has seen too much, feels its weight more acutely than anyone.

• "So we must work everyday to keep that trust."

This is the main part that gets ignored after Saki speaks they are so ready to crucify her for saying jedi were given a status and elevation above people they ignore that she is usually the only one wanting to do and us everything to keep the galaxies truth and faith in them. To keep that little amount they were given long ago and show they deserve it every single day.

She fights and works to give them a repayment of the authority and trust. This keeps her away from galactic turmoil and events and usually puts her outside the opinions of the council. That her working to defend and stabilize the regions the sith have abandoned where people are suffering. She doesn't care to play the political game of being popular.

• "I may be the only veteran of this war who doesn't have nightmares of that place. Because in my dreams, I always do it right. My nightmare is what I find when I wake up."
• Mace Windu

Saki's actions are driven by a deep, internalized trauma that she has weaponized rather than succumbed to. This psychological reality explains why she consistently refuses to take command, and instead charges headlong into the fray, drawing as many Sith to her as possible. This isn't recklessness; it's a calculated strategy born from a singular, terrifying belief. She sees herself as a shield, a lightning rod for the darkness. By taking on the most formidable enemies herself, she minimizes the casualties of those around her. She doesn't fight with anger to become a dark Jedi; she uses the inner darkness she's accumulated the memories of genocide, lost friends, and betrayal—and forges it into a weapon of the Light.

This process is a constant, grinding effort. Every atrocity she's witnessed, every Sith she's fought, every former friend she's had to face serves not to break her, but to spur her forward. These ghosts fuel her determination to be better, to be stronger, so that no one else has to bear the burdens she carries. Her mind has become an iron fortress, her will a sharpened blade.

As the quote reveals, her nightmares are not what you'd expect. She doesn't relive the horrors of battle. Instead, her dreams are perfect, sanitized versions of her fights where she always wins, where everyone is saved, and where she "does it right." The true horror for Saki is the moment she wakes up. The true nightmare is the reality of the temple, the comfort of a soft bed, and the gnawing fear that she's not on the battlefield, that she isn't actively fighting, and that evil is winning while she is at rest. The mud and blood on her hands are not a source of torment, but a badge of honor proof that she is fulfilling her purpose. Her fear isn't of the fight itself, but of the peace that could allow the evil she's fought so hard against to fester and grow unchecked.

• "Jedi do not fight for peace. That's only a slogan, and is as misleading as slogans always are. Jedi fight for civilization, because only civilization creates peace. We fight for justice because justice is the fundamental bedrock of civilization: an unjust civilization is built upon sand. It does not long survive a storm."
• Mace Windu

Saki's understanding of peace is starkly different from the comfortable platitudes of the Jedi Council. For her, the true purpose of a Jedi is encapsulated in a forgotten truth.

This isn't just a philosophical ideal for Saki; it's a bitter lesson learned from a period the galaxy optimistically dubbed the "Great Peace." For those like Saki, who had been fighting the Sith since childhood, who remembered the endless skirmishes and the creeping dread, this "peace" was a dangerous illusion. She saw two fundamental failures. Firstly, it wasn't about truly protecting the people; it was about stroking the egos of those in power, allowing them to bask in the glow of a diplomatic triumph. Secondly, when that fragile peace inevitably began to crumble, the focus shifted from protecting lives to preserving the peace treaty itself.

Saki remembers vividly the fanfare surrounding the treaty between the Republic and the Sith. The popular Jedi, those lauded for their diplomacy and their adherence to tradition, praised it as a monumental achievement. All the while, Saki saw the truth: the Sith were not honoring it. They were skirmishing on the fringes, attacking vulnerable outposts, and systematically building up their armies, preparing horrors to unleash. Yet, the Jedi and the Republic, blinded by pride and the illusion of peace, simply didn't care. The treaty, in Saki's eyes, was a document in name only, a flimsy piece of parchment that served as a smokescreen for the Sith's true intentions.

This was the true threat: preserving a treaty you knew endangered the very people you swore to protect, all because you were too prideful to admit things had failed. Such a delusion, Saki believes, is far more dangerous than any open conflict. Yes, peace should be the ultimate goal, but never at the expense of everyone else, never at the cost of trillions of lives that would be lost and snuffed out so that a few powerful individuals could maintain their "perfect world."

This experience hardened Saki's resolve and cemented her distrust of the Order's leadership. She saw their inaction, their blind adherence to a failing agreement, as a profound betrayal of their core duty. For Saki, a Jedi's fight is for civilization and justice, not for a superficial peace that allows evil to fester. Her experiences taught her that true peace is earned through vigilance and decisive action, not through naive treaties or self-congratulatory posturing.

• "Got to embrace your flaws."

Saki's elevation to Jedi Master at the age of fourteen was a moment of profound psychological honesty. Facing a council of seasoned masters, she didn't pretend to be something she wasn't. She didn't feign wisdom or diplomatic grace. She openly admitted to her flaws, her shortcomings, and the emotional scars of a life spent in war. Her "mastery" wasn't of the traditional kind; it was a brutal self-awareness, born from a life with no room for mistakes.

For Saki, flaws are not weaknesses to be hidden, but tools to be honed. The mantra "Got to embrace your flaws" is not a feel-good slogan; it's a cold, hard truth that has kept her alive. She uses her imperfections as fuel—to move that extra bit faster, to pay closer attention so a mistake never happens twice, and to recognize when she needs to rely on the wisdom of others. She knows she is not the most diplomatic or popular Jedi, but she accepts that this is her reality, a product of a life that demanded a different kind of strength.

She knows what the galaxy, and even her own Order, says about her. She knows she isn't loved or popular. She is the embodiment of a necessary evil, a grim reminder of the darkness they all face. Her identity is not a choice, but a consequence. She is trauma turned into rage, forged into a weapon. This isn't a dark side corruption; it's a controlled burn, a channeled fury directed with surgical precision. She is a tool, a blunt force designed to break everything in her path that would harm the Jedi Order or corrupt the light. She is the sin-eater, the one who takes on the weight of the Order's darkness so others don't have to.

The Jedi Master title, for her, isn't a reward for wisdom; it's a responsibility to protect. Her flaws her impatience, her raw intensity, her lack of traditional Jedi serenity are all part of the weapon she has become. She doesn't fight for her own glory; she fights to fulfill her purpose, a purpose forged in the crucible of a childhood stolen by war. Her acceptance of her own nature, however brutal, is what makes her so effective and so dangerous.

• "I am willing to give everything even my life for this galaxy."

Saki's resolve is a testament to her singular, unwavering purpose. She has declared on countless occasions, and her actions prove it, that she is willing to give everything, even her life, for this galaxy. Her fight is against the Sith and the dark side, and she refuses to be sidetracked by the infighting of the Jedi or the corruption of the Republic. While others waste energy on political squabbles and ideological purity tests, Saki stays focused on the true enemy.

Her sense of honor, a dangerous and often misunderstood quality, is the one thing that keeps her from falling to the dark side. It's the reason she can stare into the eyes of a Sith Lord and laugh. This isn't a sign of madness, but a calculated defense mechanism. As she showed in her battles against Kaine and Shorn, she can laugh at their taunts and their aggression because it keeps them out of her head, preventing their dark energy from breaking her focus. She already battles enough internal demons with her mastery of Vaapad and Juyo; she cannot afford to let any more in.

Saki's view of the Force is remarkably simplistic, and she knows it's not perfect. She doesn't subscribe to the grand design of the "will of the Force" or see the world in shades of gray. To her, the Force is not a single entity based on intent; it's a tool, and its true manifestation is in the actions of the man, woman, or species using it. Her focus is on their intent and their reasons for doing things. Her duel with Maya Whitelight on Empress Teta was a perfect example of this. Saki admitted she didn't care why Maya had joined the Sith. She only cared that she had, that she had betrayed her friends, her oaths, and her promise to protect the galaxy from evil.

Saki is a master, but she doesn't use that title to claim superiority. She understands that there are many different types of Jedi. There are passive ones like Fey, who never wielded a blade but could bring peace to armies. There are warriors like Mace Windu, who turned himself into a weapon of the light, and wise masters like Yoda, who balanced combat with peace. Saki knows her place in this spectrum: she is the last line of defense, the one willing to give everything.

Her willingness to sacrifice herself extends beyond the physical. She is prepared to give her last drop of blood and her final breath, and even her eternal life, if it means fighting dark side spirits in the netherworld to keep the light safe. This commitment is a direct result of her own past. She doesn't care why a Jedi betrays the Order; she only sees the betrayal. It's the same betrayal she felt when her own master abandoned her and the Order when she was 14. In her eyes, falling from the light, regardless of the reason, is a betrayal of their oaths and of the people who trusted them. It is a flaw she refuses to accept in others because she has seen the terrible cost of it firsthand.

Saki's story reveals a profound and unsettling truth: she is not an idealized Jedi, but a product of an endless war. Her journey from a nine-year-old on the front lines to a sixteen-year-old Master has left her with deep psychological scars. For her, the conflict with the Sith is not a series of battles, but a relentless, all-consuming struggle that has defined her entire existence since she first arrived from Hapes. This psychological weight is compounded by the fact that many of the darksiders she now faces are former friends, a constant, painful reminder of the war's personal cost.

This constant state of high alert, of being on a "hair-trigger" ready for a fight, has shaped her identity. She no longer sees herself as Saki of Gallinore. That person, that child with a home and a past, has been subsumed by a new reality. She is now Saki, a Warrior of the Jedi. Her identity is intrinsically tied to her role in the war against the dark side.

This internal conflict came to a head during a brief moment of Oneness with the Force. In that profound state, she transcended her physical form and her personal history. She became the powers of the Force itself a being without identity. She saw and felt everything, a pure conduit of cosmic energy. It was a terrifying and liberating experience. Part of her wanted to stay there, to reject the persona of Saki because that personality was the one that had to endure the betrayal of friends, the endless war, and the profound loneliness.

But the war is still raging, and this ongoing conflict has allowed her to delay a full-blown identity crisis. The constant need to fight gives her a purpose, a role to inhabit. But when, or if, the war ever truly ends, who will she be? Will she be Saki of Gallinore, the girl she can no longer remember? Saki of the Jedi, a title that may no longer hold meaning? Saki the weapon, a tool with no purpose? Or Saki the Master, a title she never sought? The unsettling truth is that she is possibly all of these things and none of them. Her core self has retreated, hiding behind her identity as a warrior to avoid facing the deeper, more terrifying truths about herself and the galaxy she's fought so hard to save.

Saki's path to becoming a Jedi was not one of quiet meditation and serene acceptance. Instead, she chose a more tempestuous route, a fierce and calculated embrace of the very emotions she was taught to suppress. She would not let her rage and loneliness be her weaknesses; she would make them her strengths. Her mantra, a silent, burning vow, was simple: she would become the storm.

The Jedi Code, with its call to emotional detachment, felt like a betrayal of her true self, a denial of the fire that fueled her. So, Saki sought an alternative, a way to channel her maelstrom of feelings without being consumed by them. She found her answer in Vaapad, a dangerous and highly demanding lightsaber form. Most Jedi saw Vaapad as a precarious balance, a tightrope walk between the light and the dark. But for Saki, it was the perfect conduit. It allowed her to internalize her emotions the simmering rage, the profound loneliness, the stinging hurt of abandonment and convert them into raw, unadulterated power.

She didn't just practice Vaapad; she embodied its philosophy. For Saki, the form was about more than just fighting. It was about facing what you fear and becoming it. She didn't seek to conquer her anger; she sought to become anger. She didn't try to overcome her fear of loneliness; she learned to embody loneliness and use it as a shield. Her lightsaber movements were not the fluid, graceful motions of a Jedi at peace, but the sharp, unpredictable strikes of a raging tempest. She took all the emotions she was told were weaknesses love, hate, passion, indifference and wove them into the fabric of her being.

In her mind, the Jedi who practiced other forms were like still ponds, reflecting the world around them. She, however, was a churning ocean, a force of nature that took the world's energy and turned it into her own. Saki's initial path as a Jedi was paved with rebellion, a private war fought within her own mind. She was a Jedi in name and a student of the Force, but her true loyalty was a fierce and solitary thing it was to herself and the burning desire to return home, a desire born from a deep-seated sense of betrayal. Her training wasn't about finding inner peace; it was about forging a weapon, one built from her pain, her anger, and the cold reality of her abandonment. The Jedi saw a promising but volatile student. They believed they were taming her, teaching her control. But they were wrong. Saki was simply learning to harness the storm within, not to dissipate it, but to direct its destructive power with surgical precision. She was becoming a force of nature, a living embodiment of Vaapad's dangerous philosophy a storm waiting for the perfect moment to break free and lay waste to all those who had wronged her.

Over time, something fundamental shifted. The raw, self-serving ambition that had fueled Saki began to evolve. The more she learned about the vast and complex galaxy, the more she saw beyond the gilded walls of her Hapan past. She witnessed the Jedi Order's dedication to a larger purpose, a commitment to justice and the protection of the innocent at least in theory. She saw the immense suffering that war and chaos inflicted on civilizations. The storm within her, once a weapon aimed at her family, began to find a new target.

This change wasn't a sudden, dramatic revelation. It was a slow, deliberate process, a quiet accumulation of experiences. She saw the selflessness of a handful of other masters, the unwavering faith they placed in the Jedi ideals. The pain of her abandonment, while never fully gone, began to recede into the background, overshadowed by a growing empathy for the countless others who suffered. The Jedi Code, once a cage she was forced into, began to feel like a solid foundation, a promise of order in a chaotic galaxy.

Her loyalty, once a solitary flame, began to spread. It shifted from herself and her quest for revenge to something bigger protecting the ideals and foundation of the Order. She no longer saw the Jedi as her jailers, but as a bulwark against the kind of suffering she now understood was a universal constant. Her goal was no longer to prove her strength to her family, but to use that strength to protect civilization itself. The storm was still there, a tempest of power and emotion, but its direction had changed. It was no longer a personal weapon of vengeance but a force for justice, a shield for the weak, and a terrifyingly precise instrument of the light side of the Force. Saki had become the storm, but now she was the storm that protected the world, not one that sought to destroy it.

Sword of the Jedi​

Saki's entire philosophy and life story are perfectly captured by the title "Sword of the Jedi." This is because she embodies every part of the description, but in a harsh and often lonely way that separates her from the rest of the Order.

"You are like tempered steel, purposeful and razor-keen."​

Saki's life has been a "brutal chronicle," a crucible of constant combat since childhood. She wasn't trained to be a diplomat but to be a weapon. This forged her into "tempered steel" a hardened warrior with a singular purpose: to fight the darkness. Her philosophy is razor-keen because it cuts through the political squabbles and diplomatic niceties of the Jedi Council. She sees their inaction and fear as weaknesses, believing that their duty is to fight, not to debate. Her focus is absolute, and her methods are direct.

"Always you shall be in the front rank, a burning brand to your enemies, a brilliant fire to your friends."​

Saki's strategic choice is to charge headlong into battle, drawing the most powerful enemies to herself. To the Sith, she is a burning brand a terrifying force they can't extinguish. She uses her accumulated rage and trauma, not to fall to the dark side, but to fuel her power for the light. She is the "living weapon" the Jedi needed.

To her friends and allies, she is a brilliant fire that provides warmth and safety. By taking on the most dangerous foes, she becomes a shield, minimizing casualties and protecting those around her. She fights to earn the galaxy's trust, and her actions are a repayment for the authority the Jedi were once given. She doesn't care about being popular; she cares about protecting people.

"Yours is a restless life, and never shall you know peace, though you shall be blessed for the peace that you bring to others."​

This part of the title is Saki's chilling reality. She knows she will never have a quiet life or a tranquil retirement. Her life is a "relentless cycle of conflict," and she has made her peace with that. Her nightmares aren't of the horrors she's seen, but of the peace she might have to live in a peace where evil can fester while she's not fighting. She accepts that her destiny is to be a warrior forever. Her reward isn't personal peace, but the knowledge that her constant vigilance and self-sacrifice bring safety to others.

"Take comfort in the fact that, though you stand tall and alone, others take shelter in the shadow that you cast."​

Saki is the embodiment of this sentiment. She has been betrayed by her master and has a cynical view of the Jedi Order's leadership. This leaves her standing "tall and alone," a solitary figure who often disagrees with the Council. She is a "sin-eater" for the Order, doing the dirty work that others refuse to acknowledge. Yet, her immense power and unyielding resolve create a protective shadow. In this shadow, people can find safety. She is the bulwark against the darkness, the one who stands on the line and says, "No further." This is Saki's ultimate philosophy: she is a weapon forged from pain, meant to be used for the greater good, even if she will never be accepted or understood by the very people she protects.